resgate som

longing

2011-12-11T20:02:00.001Z

originalmente postado em Kings of Maybe

Património da Humanidade

2011-11-28T02:32:00.002Z

from Lisbon's crazy nights in 80's

2011-03-01T02:45:00.005Z

Despite the dramatic images in this clip this is intended to be a parody or an exorcism of some world "leader" politics.
This was the kind of sound played in middle 80's with the gothics Sisters of Mercy and so on... We sweated a lot and it was fun :D

permafrost

2011-02-13T23:41:00.002Z

Motas cantadas

2010-12-12T04:39:00.002Z

originalmente postado no tópico "Som da Frente" em 04/09/2007

for the tigerman

2010-11-29T01:20:00.002Z

diggin to party

2010-11-20T19:25:00.002Z

Post original em Kings of Maybe

Há um ano / One year ago

2010-10-31T01:00:00.005+01:00

Há um ano, pelas 0 horas e 55 minutos de 6ª para Sábado, 31 de Outubro. António Sérgio colocou uma música de um álbum arrasador, que havia dado a conhecer integralmente logo na sua estreia, em 1997. Às vezes fazia isso...
Há um ano e alguns dias antes, tive o privilégio de um seu contactado a propósito de uma hora a mais que tinha no programa.
AS normalmente escolhia com muito cuidado todo o alinhamento dos seus programas, "missas" como eu lhes chamava. Especialmente a de "abertura das festas" e a de fecho.
Ninguém sabia se havia alguma razão especial, nem que seria a última. Mas a última música que passou para sempre, foi esta:

One year ago, at zero hour and 55 minutes from Friday to Saturday, October 31. António Sérgio played a song from an awesome album, which he had fully disclosed at its presentation in 1997. Sometimes he did this ...
One year and a few days ago, I also had the privilege of his contact (I didnt know it was the last...) about an hour longer than he had in the program.
AS usually chose very carefully the entire alignment of his programs, "masses" as I called them. Especially the "opening of the party" and the closing.
Nobody knew if there was any special reason or if that song would be the last. But the last song he played, forever, was the one above.

originalmente postado em Kings of Maybe

road runner road runner with the radio on

2010-10-09T02:15:00.003+01:00

Bluebeard

2010-08-26T19:39:00.001+01:00

goin' on holidays

2010-07-22T23:27:00.004+01:00

No I'm not going to Jamaica but to another nice place without harassment :D
So help us Saint Peter in the skies to give us a bit of Summer 'cause I only smelled it this year...

Happy holidays to you all
:-)

original post in Kings of Maybe

should know

2010-07-17T00:36:00.002+01:00

another night in

2010-07-14T00:05:00.001+01:00

original post here

the summerhouse

2010-07-10T00:34:00.002+01:00

original post here

hoje sinto-me africano

2010-07-04T02:59:00.003+01:00

De Malange, Angola.
Os membros desta banda incrível são todos cegos.

Nota: o som está muito baixo mas vale a pena.

originalmente postado aqui

skyline change take 2

2010-06-27T04:08:00.002+01:00

dedicated for a few

2010-06-27T02:07:00.002+01:00

... The skyline change. May draw them to the park, With pencils sharp, Competing for a view. It's almost summer now, But winter for a few ...

original post here

just like a woman

2010-06-12T01:07:00.007+01:00

the night nurse

2010-05-19T01:53:00.002+01:00

saudade

2010-05-14T22:34:00.005+01:00

En ce mai de fous messages .. J'ai un rendez-vous dans l'air .. Inattendu et clair .. Déjà je pars à ta découverte .. Ville bonne* et offerte .. C'est l'attrait du danger .. Qui me mène à ce lieu .. C'est d'instinct .. Qu'tu me cherches et approches .. Je sens que c'est toi.

C'est à l'aube que se ferment .. Tes prunelles marina .. Sous quel meridien se caresser .. Dans mes bras te cacher .. Dans ces ruelles fantômes .. Ou sur cette terrasse .. Où s'écrase un soleil .. Tu m'enseignes .. Le langage des yeux .. Je reste sans voix.

Les nuits au loin tu cherches l'ombre .. Comment ris-tu avec les autres .. Parfois aussi je m'abandonne .. Mais au matin les dauphins se meurent .. De saudade...

Où mène ce tourbillon .. Cette valse d'avions .. Aller au bout de toi et de moi .. Vaincre la peur du vide .. Les ruptures d'équilibre .. Si tes larmes se mèlent .. Aux pluies de novembre .. Et que je dois en périr .. Je sombrerai avec joie ... De saudade...

*Lisbonne

Falling Out Of Love

2010-05-07T02:48:00.002+01:00

original post in Kings of Maybe

all the time in the world

2010-05-04T22:59:00.002+01:00

my body is a cage

2010-05-01T23:51:00.001+01:00

man like you

2010-04-29T23:41:00.002+01:00

the trouble with flying

2010-04-20T23:56:00.006+01:00

I think I haven't heard Orba Squara since A.S. is gone...

I love everything about this "band". I love the sounds the rhythms the feelings...

Val pal took me today this clip:

original post here

Let us know a little more about this "band" as written here:

You’ve come here for facts, so facts are what we’ll give you. Orba Squara is the musical alter ego of Mitch Davis, an independent New York-based inger/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist. If Davis’s name doesn’t ring a bell (yet), his artistry most certainly will: “Perfect Timing,” a track from Orba Squara’s 2007 debut, sunshyness, was featured in the first international TV campaign for the iPhone. (See it at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XrcsQvZz06g.)

Yet more than anything, what Orba Squara represents is an idea: namely, that in an age of increasing electronic saturation—an age when one might wonder if something actually happened if it wasn’t Twittered about—there’s something refreshing (and reassuring) about music made with human hands.

That’s the sound of Orba Squara’s sophomore set, The Trouble with Flying, a mesmerizing collection of homemade art-pop gems. Highlights include opener “Treasure Map,” in which Davis describes a world populated by leprechauns, minotaurs and unicorns; the Broadway miniature “Millionaires,” where he imagines buying “a dozen diamonds like they were a dime a dozen” (then giving them away just to impress his beloved); and “Brand New Day,” an upbeat charmer in which the narrator makes a promise “that I’ll always be unique.”

As defined by Davis’s idiosyncratic vocals and his off-kilter melodic sense, Flying makes good on that guarantee. Still, fans of the Magnetic Fields’ 69 Love Songs should prepare to open their hearts for 13 more.

“When I started working as Orba Squara, it was a reaction to the fact that you couldn’t really do anything with electronic music to surprise anyone more,” says Davis, who in his support of sunshyness played numerous high-profile gigs including Brooklyn Vegan’s 2007 CMJ showcase, ASCAP’s 2008 Sundance Film Festival party and NPR’s World Cafe. “At this point there’s no sound that’s gonna make somebody say, ‘Whoa, that’s crazy—how’d you get that!?’ So I just thought, Well, lemme go backwards to these instruments that are a hundred years old”— Davis’s arsenal includes acoustic guitar, toy piano, ukulele and xylophone—“and just make music that way. Do something different by purposely not using whatever’s the most modern thing out there.”

Davis made Flying predominately on his own in his New York studio, though he did receive help on two tracks (including the sitar-smeared title track) from an unlikely idol: Billy Squier, whom Davis calls his favorite recording artist of all time. The two met through a mutual friend, then began working together after Squier checked out sunshyness and liked what he heard.

“A week after I gave Billy my album he got in touch and told me if I had anything in the future that was right for him to call him up,” Davis remembers. “So, of course, I was like, ‘Actually…’” (The collaboration continues: Davis is currently at work producing Squier’s next solo release, and in July 2009, Orba Squara’s three-piece live incarnation opened for Squier at Long Island’s Capital One Bank Theatre.) Davis says Flying’s title refers to the fact that trying always comes accompanied by the risk of failure; in the title track he allegorizes that notion with a story about a bird falling from a tree before it’s ready to fly. But there are other ways to look at the phrase, as well. “For example,” Davis says, “the trouble with flying is that you have to wait in line and sometimes your luggage doesn’t make it where you do.”

In early 2009, Davis and a group of friends took a cross-country road trip—Davis’s first—in an attempt to explore yet another dimension of the album’s title: what you miss out on while sitting in an airplane 35,000 feet above the ground. “I got to see a lot of things I’d never seen before,” he enthuses. “People and places and scenery I would never have been exposed to otherwise.” The group documented their trek and put the result online—watch it at orbasquara.com—reflecting Davis’s determination to provide the listener drowning in MP3s with some crucial context for the music he or she is hearing: This is where this music comes from, the site suggests, and this is what it means.

Comparing his new tunes to music he made before his realization about the presence of the past, Davis says he feels more connected to the music on The Trouble with Flying than to anything he’s made before. Don’t think that means his hands are idle now, though. “Oh, I’m always recording,” he says with a matter-of-fact laugh. “I’m already at work on the next one.”

This biography was provided by the artist or their representative.

have a nice weekend :-)

2010-04-17T02:19:00.002+01:00

silent sigh (take2)

2010-04-17T02:16:00.001+01:00

silent sigh

2010-04-17T02:06:00.005+01:00

remembering Jeffrey Lee Pierce

2010-04-06T03:34:00.000+01:00

Below there's the album cover and one music from Jeffrey who disappeared fourteen years ago on last March 31.

Since then I've been reminding his music that I played like a cult in early 90's.

Now. Behind the hell there's the music. Just search it.

And the last of this post:

"Take care"

originalmente postado aqui

:-) today was a great day

2010-03-26T03:01:00.002Z

original post here

paradise circus

2010-02-25T00:56:00.005Z

from this post

5:55 take2

2010-02-07T09:51:00.004Z

5:55 take1

2010-02-07T09:48:00.002Z

Watching The Planets

2010-01-31T19:05:00.005Z

the sky below

2010-01-30T03:27:00.003Z

original post @ KoM by Val

the queen of covers again

2010-01-30T03:24:00.002Z

yes she spits on the floor like a real rock an roller and she smells like teen spirit. yeahhh

original post @ KoM

the queen of covers

2010-01-30T03:17:00.001Z

it's what I called her some years ago in another place.

Here's why:

original post @ KoM

unbalanced pieces

2010-01-30T03:14:00.002Z

original post @ KoM

silver soul

2010-01-30T02:58:00.002Z

We gather medicine for heartache
So we can act a fool
It's incomplete without you
The silver soul is running through
It's a vision, complete illusion, yeahhh

The needle along the spinning wheel
Collecting silver coil
It gathers heat without you,
Whether or not you're turned from it
It's a quick turn
To let it figure out

It is happening again
It is happening again...

The bodies lying in the sand,
They're moving in the dark
It is so quick to let us,
We feel it move through our skin
It's a sickness, a manic weakness, yeahhh

It is happening again...

knowing Shearwater

2010-01-25T03:21:00.002Z

one of my fave's @ 14': "I was a cloud"

sometimes I wish I was

originalmente postado aqui

from happiness

2010-01-16T04:09:00.004Z

"Weeping Willow"

Did you hear them call you . Did you hear the wind of dream just passing by . There is another whole world hanging there... upside down.
Did you see them dress you . Did you feel your elbows tied up side by side . Someone has brought me a new straight costume... in an asylum.

In the mildness of the spring . You feel creepy like a worm . In your lost enchanted brain . You're proud to go.
With the fairness of your skin . You feel funny in this world . In your lost enchanted brain . Weeping willow.

Did you hear them squeaking . Did you see your broken wings just flying by . They drop me in this fairground... abnormal.

Could you hear them howling . Could you breathe inside your well-known plastic bag . It was a mean to get away from this... accident.

In the mildness of the spring . You feel creepy like a worm . In your lost enchanted brain . Weeping willow.
With the fairness of your skin . You feel funny in this world . In your lost enchanted dreams . You're proud to go... You're proud to go.

de "Happiness" (2005) originalmente postado aqui

we got the beat

2010-01-16T02:15:00.001Z

originalmente postado aqui

o sopro do coração

2010-01-13T00:24:00.001Z

originalmente postado aqui

from ten days ago a new star is singing in the sky

2010-01-12T01:16:00.002Z

" height="500" width="100%" frameborder="0" scrolling="auto">

originalmente postado aqui

Charlotte by Hope Sandoval

2010-01-10T22:39:00.001Z

3 songs

2010-01-04T19:54:00.000Z

@ NPRmusic

song to enter in 2010

2009-12-31T04:57:00.002Z

"Rose Rouge"

hail to the thief

2009-12-30T21:08:00.000Z

et l'amour d'abord

2009-12-28T15:40:00.002Z

du grand Serge

2009-12-28T04:45:00.004Z

Cathy

2009-12-27T17:29:00.000Z

My choice for 2009 year's song is here in this post.

This was a song that literally made me stop always and take me to anywhere else.

This song named "Cathy" is not some song. Rodrigo Leão is a remarkable composer as anyone can testify everywhere. But this song is much more special because it is sung "only" by the noble and genial Neil Hannon.

Merry Xmas

2009-12-21T23:53:00.001Z

Blue Christmas

2009-12-21T23:52:00.002Z

oh yeah

2009-12-20T18:00:00.005Z

the song of the day

spoon's space

hidden

2009-12-19T09:20:00.005Z

when the music's over

2009-12-19T08:47:00.003Z

a stranger

2009-12-19T08:42:00.006Z

pink moon

2009-12-17T23:30:00.001Z

heaven can wait

2009-12-17T21:10:00.002Z

secret scream

2009-12-14T23:43:00.001Z

despite the bad sound on this clip, this is my favorite version

isolamento

2009-12-14T03:46:00.002Z

XX

2009-12-11T21:17:00.002Z

originalmente postado aqui
para comentar: no mesmo sítio, KoM - Kings of Maybe

blue steel

2009-12-05T21:49:00.001Z

weekend

2009-12-05T15:02:00.003Z

anyway there is no sun around here
it is not tuesday

h e l p

2009-12-05T02:06:00.004Z

just for fun

2009-11-09T19:48:00.004Z

escandalosamente roubado daqui

silêncio

2009-11-02T05:15:00.002Z

Tinha sido longa a minha jornada.
Durante a viagem anunciaram que tu, o Lobo Mestre, tinhas partido.
Em choque prossegui e logo que pude dirigi-me ao monte da Estrela onde te encontravas.
Mas os portões estavam fechados.

Estranha e cruel condição esta agora imposta aos lobos... Durante mais de 30 anos te ouvi de madrugada, com os sons da frente na hora do lobo...
Está Lua Cheia, mas uivei em silêncio enquanto um mocho ecoava no jardim do mesmo monte...

Voltei para o carro enquanto passou ali mesmo um avião enorme, muito devagar. Tinha uma cauda cor de fogo e vinha de Luanda.

originalmente postado aqui

nothing really ends

2009-10-30T15:37:00.000Z

banda do entulho

2009-10-29T18:49:00.004Z

... não toca mas faz barulho:

Este cartão, com perto de 100 anos, andava perdido.
Foi encontrado agora para a posteridade.

prepare your coffin

2009-10-28T13:23:00.001Z

originalmente postado aqui

good morning Utopia

2009-10-24T10:44:00.001+01:00

one of the earliest live video recordings

originalmente postado aqui

Lovely Head

2009-10-23T06:18:00.000+01:00

:-|
how could I forget her?

originalmente postado aqui

how I woke up today

2009-10-20T11:46:00.000+01:00

I hope this unique good clip can survive some weeks (rolleyes)

originalmente postado aqui

7 anos de vidro azul

2009-10-15T04:29:00.011+01:00

Conheci o "vidro azul" apenas quando começou a ser transmitido há menos de 2 anos na RADAR. Por toda a estética do programa, elegi-o de imediato como um dos meus programas de culto.

Mas na Rádio Universidade de Coimbra, já existe há 7 anos.

Desta emissão de aniversário, escolhi a sequência 8 e 9 nos clips abaixo.
São registos particulares, amadores. Primeiro, com som de estúdio. Depois, registos ao vivo.

waiting box

2009-10-14T05:19:00.001+01:00

I believe I'm back to normal...
Fever Ray 'Seven'

Fever Ray|MySpace Music Videos

from fever ray space

This is so deliciously '80s :-)

originalmente postado aqui

cinzenta

2009-10-10T15:36:00.001+01:00

dark not so out of time

2009-10-01T07:01:00.000+01:00

If I wasn't so busy and so tired I'd post this about 10 days ago.

Cash version here

originalmente postado aqui

given to fly

2009-09-22T04:02:00.003+01:00

Lamento! Ando muito muito atarefado.
Só volto à presença regular daqui a alguns dias.
Até lá, deixo-vos a voar nas mãos de Kim.

originalmente postado aqui

into the valley

2009-09-11T18:42:00.002+01:00

originalmente postado aqui

sleep alone

2009-09-10T03:49:00.003+01:00

originalmente postado por flor em kings of maybe

ready, able

2009-09-04T01:32:00.001+01:00

it's been my song in the last days

fantastic

an ocean refuses no river

2009-08-08T04:33:00.000+01:00

Há perto de vinte anos, António Sérgio revelou esta música de carácter espiritual.

Só há pouco apareceu um video razoável, apesar do som não ser o melhor...

Apreciem:

originalmente postado aqui

two of us

2009-07-29T02:43:00.002+01:00

originalmente postado aqui

Look at me I'm a speck of sand. And I'm building dreams in a stranger's land. Tell me why do I care.
Every time that I'm feeling down , oh they pick me up and they spin me round. Tell me where do we go. Tell me where do we go from here.
What are we gonna find out? In the wilderness, that this loneliness brings? Just as long as there's two of us , I'll carry on. Won't you hold me...
When are we gonna find out? What the universe is just waiting to hear? Just as long as there's two of us , we'll carry on.

Tiny children

2009-07-25T05:14:00.005+01:00

Metade do tempo em que eu repouso em desordem
eu penso num sonho que eu nunca tive...
Então eu desperto. E por momentos
eu chamo o teu nome na casa do Colin...
Mas os bebés resignam-se de uma maneira própria...
Ah, eu podia recriar um pouco
desse maravilhoso desespero que eu sintia,
mas ao acordar eu volto-me para a parede...
O carro chega e leva-me novamente
deslizando por entre aviões imaginários,
homens em combate a bordo de uma jangada
e um veleiro encalhado.
Nestes momentos a confiança é preciosa...
Mas cada personagem
pilha o meu lar
e leva tudo o que é meu.
Não, eu não tenho a certeza sobre
estas coisas que me inquietam
Oh não, eu não tenho certeza, já não tenho a certeza...

Half the time as I sit in disarray
I am thinking of a dream I never had
Then I awake, and for a while
I call your name in Colin’s house
But tiny children have a way of falling down
Oh, I could make a meal
Of that wonderful despair I feel
But waking up I turn and face the wall
The car arrives and takes me back again
Drifting through imaginary planes
And fighting men aboard a raft
A sailing ship has run aground
And confidence is valued in these days
But each character
Is plundering my home
And taking everything that is my own
Oh no, I’m not sure about
Those things that I care about
Oh no, I’m not sure, not any more...

variante deste post

Cathy

2009-07-10T18:21:00.007+01:00

Click on picture

Opens in a new window an runs in Microsoft Silverlight

Install it if needed

It will worth it

RodrigoLeão spacemusic

revenge

2009-06-25T18:21:00.004+01:00

Long time ago, and several times I wanted to post this. Oh, I wanted so. Only now it's possible with this single clip.

Enjoy! The revenge!

I feel upset. Let's do some celebrating. Come on honey, don't hesitate now. Needed you, you withdrew, I was so forsaken. Ah, but now the tables have turned, my move. I believe I'll be taking my revenge.
Sweet revenge.
I thought you were some perfect read-out. Some digital delay , had obscured and phased my view , of the wicked hand you played. Ah, the sands and hands of time have run out, run out, ah you better face it. Ah, this thing's run amok, this luck I do know how to replace it with revenge.
Oh, sweet revenge. Revenge.
I gave you a wristwatch, baby. You wouldn't even give me the time of day. You want to know what makes me tick. Now it's me that's got precious little to say. For the ghosts of our love have dried, have died. There's no use faking it. Ah, the spirits gonna close in on you tonight. High time I was taking my revenge.
Sweet revenge.
All the gold and silver couldn't measure up my love for you. It's so immaterial. I won't wait around for you. Nobody gets anything. Nobody gets nothing. No. Don't leave me no space in your little boat. You ain't gonna need no you ain't gonna need no little boat. You are living on my time my dear.
Revenge. Sweet revenge. Sweet sweet revenge . . .

safesurfer

2009-06-15T16:10:00.001+01:00

da coisa que colocou as botas na mesa de mistura e "abreviou" a entrevista em estúdio:

"and I saw my old man exploding out of the tunnel
I knew what came next
recognized that cruel scene
that brought the downfall of the distant gaze
distant gaze
welcome in a son of clovius boofus
just another sheep boy, duck call, swan song, idiot son of donkey kong
and I say:
you don't have to be afraid, love
'cause I'm a safesurfer, darlin'"

canção para Ayrton Senna

2009-06-09T11:53:00.003+01:00

cantada à guitarra por Norberto Lobo

Arte com Arte se paga.

Senna merecia uma canção assim.

E muitas mais! Até uma sinfonia!

Homenagem à sua Arte com Arte.

originalmente postado aqui

Av David Bowie, História Devida

2009-05-29T03:40:00.000+01:00

a estória que foi contada aqui:

Era uma noite de Verão e estava em Lisboa. Tinha ouvido anunciar para pouco depois, a ópera de uma banda de rock com performances circenses, no recém-inaugurado "Lisbon Galactical Forum", na zona Oriental da cidade.

Estudei o mapa da Carris. Decidi apanhar o autocarro para Chelas. Passaram autocarros silenciosos, movidos a electricidade por hidrogénio. Chegou finalmente um para Chelas. Era um MAN antigo a gasóleo, dos anos 1980. Tinha para aí 60 anos e chocalhava por todos os lados. Pelo aspecto dos passageiros, percebi que estava numa viagem de risco. Mas a presença a bordo de 4 agentes da polícia, descansou-me. Pergunto ao agente que estava mais perto de mim, onde era a Avenida David Bowie. Respondeu-me que essa avenida tem 30Km... Perguntei-lhe então se me poderia avisar quando nessa avenida passássemos pelo Galactical Forum. Respondeu-me que sim e eu agradeci.

Atravessávamos amplas avenidas esplendidamente iluminadas, ladeadas por modernos edifícios. Num cruzamento, parámos. Havia confusão. Encostado a uma janela do lado direito, vi uma mota e um carro parados, possivelmente por um acidente. Perto, um carro da polícia e dois agentes, barravam a passagem do trânsito. Um homem com jeans e T-shirt sujos e um casal com roupa de cabedal de motociclistas, discutiam. Ela tinha uma saia muito curta com collants vermelhos que se avistavam até aos quadris. Tinha o blusão aberto e nada mais lhe cobria o tronco. O outro motociclista, também tinha blusão aberto mas tinha uma T-shirt. Estava todo sujo de lama e estava ferido, pelo menos na face. Os dois homens discutiam agressivamente, enquanto a mulher gritava ofensas para o ar.

Nisto, o motociclista sacou de uma pistola que tinha nas costas. Enquanto a aponta ao outro homem, os agentes na rua correram para trás dele e apontaram-lhe as suas armas à cabeça.

No autocarro onde eu estava, os 4 agentes e mais um à paisana com boné de baseball e aspecto chunga, accionaram o comando de abertura manual da porta de saída e num ápice se colocaram atrás dos outros agentes, apontando também as suas armas à cabeça do motociclista. Este, sentindo-se dominado, atirou a arma ao chão e foi algemado. O outro, acendeu um cigarro. O da mota, continuou a discutir, mostrando um buraco chamuscado na T-shirt. Dizia-lhe: "put on the light here!" O outro, tirou uma lanterna do bolso e apontou a luz. "Do you see this burned hole? It was your bullet".

O outro afastou-se em direcção a mim, com a ponta do cigarro na mão. Ergueu o braço junto à minha janela, e por entre a fenda que todo aquele painel lateral tinha onde devia estar ligado ao tecto, lançou sobre mim a beata acesa.

Surpreendido com aquele acto e assustado com a perspectiva de ser queimado, dei um salto.

O autocarro seguiu viagem e só então reparei que todo aquele painel onde eu estive encostado, estava completamente solto em cima.

Perguntei ao agente se faltava muito para o meu destino. Respondeu que já tínhamos passado... Aborrecido e conformado, tento perceber onde estava. Íamos muito depressa, com aquele lado do autocarro a ameaçar ficar na estrada a cada curva para a esquerda.

É então que entrámos numa espécie de casbah. Todo pré-fabricado, com estruturas em alumínio e painéis sintéticos, todo branco e cheio de luz.

O espaço era totalmente coberto e o autocarro seguia com prudência entre pessoas que circulavam calmamente.

Por entre as lojas do casbah, haviam roulottes também imaculadamente brancas e todas iguais.

Naquele espaço todos eram estrangeiros: russos, ucranianos, ingleses, alemães, marroquinos, cabo-verdianos... Não se ouvia uma palavra em português.

É então que vejo uma angolana a apregoar banana assada. Decidi sair ali.

Acordei e fiz um café com leite. Contei este sonho à minha filha e ela pediu-me para o postar.

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mother

2009-05-03T17:35:00.001+01:00

originalmente postado aqui

like a lizard

2009-05-02T18:19:00.001+01:00

it's so hot here, all I wanted is to lie in the sun doing nothing

have a nice weekend :-)

originalmente postado aqui

not better than Thom anyway

2009-05-01T17:36:00.002+01:00

postado por flor aqui

Lack of colour

2009-04-22T22:19:00.006+01:00

postado por flor aqui

P J reborn

2009-03-25T01:22:00.001Z

... with John Parish's help:

I think I saw you in the shadows . I move in closer beneath your windows . Who would suspect me of this rapture ? And who but my black hearted love . When you call out my name in rapture . I volunteer my soul for murder . I wish this moment here forever . And you are my black hearted love . In the rain, in the evening I will come again . I'd like to take you , I'd like to take you to a place I know, My black hearted.

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beach house 'darling'

2008-10-14T03:34:00.000+01:00

Mas estes, vieram á força...

O 1º, é para ver; o 2º, para ouvir...

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beach house spacemusic

DeathInVegas+LiamGallagher'ScorpioRising'

2008-10-10T01:11:00.002+01:00

death in vegas 'hands around my throat'

2008-10-10T01:09:00.001+01:00

Vegas + Iggy

2008-10-10T01:01:00.000+01:00

Li isto:
«A memória da maior parte dos homens é um cemitério abandonado, onde jazem, sem honras, mortos que eles deixaram de amar»
Marguerite Yourcenar, "Memórias de Adriano".

E deu-me saudades de "Vegas" com Iggy:

Não se assustem. Ver final.

save me

2008-09-28T01:41:00.000+01:00

:-) gosto + desta

2008-09-25T04:33:00.001+01:00