Caneta Sem Tinta

2011-02-05T09:34:00.000Z

Sevdaya mı tutuldum?

2011-01-28T08:56:00.001Z

Benim de mi düşüncelerim olacaktı,
Ben de mi böyle uykusuz kalacaktım,
Sessiz sedasız mı olacaktım böyle?
Çok sevdiğim salatayı bile
Aramaz mı olacaktım?
Ben böyle mi olacaktım?

Orhan Veli Kanık

Serseri

2011-01-24T08:38:00.002Z

Hurinur Oral

500 days of Summer

2011-01-16T13:29:00.004Z

Why do you let me stay here
All by myself?
Why don't you come and play here?
I'm just sitting on the shelf.

Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?
We like the same things and I like your style
It's not a secret. Why do you keep it?
I'm just sitting on the shelf.

I've got to get your presence
Let's make it known.
I think you're just so pleasant
I would like you for my own.

Why don't you sit right down and make me smile?
You make me feel like I am just a child
Why do you edit? Just give me credit
I'm just sitting on the shelf.

Doo doo doo doo . . .

Estar à espera ou procurar

2010-12-30T08:52:00.002Z

Vais ficar pra mim
Vais ficar pra sempre aqui
Vais ficar eu sei
Vai ser tal qual eu sonhei
Quando vier no fim
Eu ainda vou gostar de ti
Se tu morreres então, não vou passar do ramadão
Vais ser mãe certeira
Eu vou poder até que enfim,
Ser pai a vida inteira
Ter horta e capoeira
Se tu passares eu não te vou deixar fugir de mim
Eu não te vou largar
Vou ser fiel sem me cansar.

Até consigo imaginar a tua cara o meu abraço
E agora o que é que eu faço, estar à espera ou procurar?
Até consigo imaginar a tua cara o meu abraço
E agora o que é que eu faço, estar à espera ou procurar?

Vais ser tu pra mim
Eu vou calar-me só pra ti
Deixar contigo a lei
Esquecer-me tudo aquilo que sei
Se tu passares meu bem
Será que vais notar em mim
Se não eu vou cá estar pronto para te encontrar.

Até consigo imaginar a tua cara, o meu abraço
E agora o que é que eu faço, estar à espera ou procurar?
Até consigo imaginar a tua cara o meu abraço
E agora o que é que eu faço, estar à espera ou procurar?

King

2010-12-29T09:04:00.002Z

Hurinur Oral

I am the escaped one

2010-12-26T13:28:00.001Z

I am the escaped one,
After I was born
They locked me up inside me
But I left.
My soul seeks me,
Through hills and valley,
I hope my soul
Never finds me.

Fernando Pessoa

When the sleep gets in your eyes

2010-12-26T12:53:00.003Z

Angela Bacon-Kidwell

A winter day on the Galata bridge

2010-12-26T12:38:00.001Z

For my father
Nuri Bilge Ceylan

İçkiye benzer bir şey var bu havalarda

2010-12-24T07:51:00.000Z

İçkiye benzer bir şey var bu havalarda
Kötü ediyor insanı, kötü...
Hele bir hasretlik oldu mu serde;
Sevdiğin başka yerde,
Sen başka yerde.
Dertli ediyor insanı, dertli.

İçkiye benzer bir şey var bu havalarda,
Sarhoş ediyor insanı, sarhoş.

Orhan Veli Kanık

Rostropovich

2010-12-24T07:47:00.003Z

Salvador Dali

The Woman who could not live with her faulty heart

2010-12-22T01:09:00.001Z

I do not mean the symbol
of love, a candy shape
to decorate cakes with,
the heart that is supposed
to belong or break;

I mean this lump of muscle
that contracts like a flayed biceps,
purple-blue, with its skin of suet,
its skin of gristle, this isolate,
this caved hermit, unshelled
turtle, this one lungful of blood,
no happy plateful.

All hearts float in their own
deep oceans of no light,
wetblack and glimmering,
their four mouths gulping like fish.
Hearts are said to pound:
this is to be expected, the heart’s
regular struggle against being drowned.

But most hearts say, I want, I want,
I want, I want. My heart
is more duplicitious,
though no twin as I once thought.
It says, I want, I don’t want, I
want, and then a pause.
It forces me to listen,

and at night it is the infra-red
third eye that remains open
while the other two are sleeping
but refuses to say what it has seen.

It is a constant pestering
in my ears, a caught moth, limping drum,
a child’s fist beating
itself against the bedsprings:
I want, I don’t want.
How can one live with such a heart?

Long ago I gave up singing
to it, it will never be satisfied or lulled.
One night I will say to it:
Heart, be still,
and it will.

Margaret Atwood

Before sunrise

2010-12-20T22:03:00.002Z

Céline: But then the morning comes, and we turn back into pumpkins, right?

Mommo

2010-12-12T12:27:00.002Z

Instantes

2010-12-12T12:22:00.001Z

Si pudiera vivir nuevamente mi vida,
en la próxima trataría de cometer más errores.
No intentaría ser tan perfecto, me relajaría más.
Sería más tonto de lo que he sido,
de hecho tomaría muy pocas cosas con seriedad.
Sería menos higiénico.
Correría más riesgos,
haría más viajes,
contemplaría más atardeceres,
subiría más montañas, nadaría más ríos.
Iría a más lugares adonde nunca he ido,
comería más helados y menos habas,
tendría más problemas reales y menos imaginarios.

Yo fui una de esas personas que vivió sensata
y prolíficamente cada minuto de su vida;
claro que tuve momentos de alegría.
Pero si pudiera volver atrás trataría
de tener solamente buenos momentos.

Por si no lo saben, de eso está hecha la vida,
sólo de momentos; no te pierdas el ahora.

Yo era uno de esos que nunca
iban a ninguna parte sin un termómetro,
una bolsa de agua caliente,
un paraguas y un paracaídas;
si pudiera volver a vivir, viajaría más liviano.

Si pudiera volver a vivir
comenzaría a andar descalzo a principios
de la primavera
y seguiría descalzo hasta concluir el otoño.
Daría más vueltas en calesita,
contemplaría más amaneceres,
y jugaría con más niños,
si tuviera otra vez vida por delante.

Pero ya ven, tengo 85 años...
y sé que me estoy muriendo.

Jorge Luis Borges

Nuovo cinema paradiso

2010-11-28T21:52:00.001Z

Escalera

2010-11-21T14:08:00.002Z

Chema Madoz

2010-11-20T08:55:00.000Z

Ario Wibisono

Tied

2010-11-13T16:49:00.003Z

ShameShowsGuiltiness

:)

2010-11-13T16:43:00.001Z

"O grande efeito pernicioso do cativeiro prolongado é a habituação. Uma mansa e insidiosa infiltração do mal, que acaba por tender a confundir-se com a própria pele. O exercício da libertação tem muito que se lhe diga. Não se volta simplesmente a ser dono do próprio tempo. Antes, há ainda o pânico de ter, subitamente, e de novo, o poder da escolha sobre a inutilidade dos afazeres. O corpo ainda não está inteiramente desintoxicado. Mas faremos a cura em pequenos passos. Prescrições intensas de música, sol, mar, cinema, livros, amigos, amor. Aos poucos, aprende-se a desaprender tudo o que dói. E dói menos. Dói diferente. Os meus planos para dominar o mundo continuam em crescimento."

Saturnine

2010-10-24T18:43:00.001Z

Paulo Nozolino

Desiderata

2010-09-25T08:26:00.000Z

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann

If

2010-07-25T11:43:00.000Z

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

e. e. cummings

2009-12-08T09:58:00.003Z

A depressão é uma boneca russa, e na última boneca estão a faca, a lâmina de barbear, o veneno, as águas profundas e o salto para um grande abismo.

A nossa necessidade de consolo é impossível de satisfazer

Stig Dagerman

Post hoc ergo propter hoc

2009-11-22T13:07:00.004Z

Kurt Halsey

If I could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could I wake up as a different person?

Fight Club
Chuck Palahniuk

Cut the rope

2009-11-21T21:57:00.003Z

Jean Yves Lemoigne

My Summer of Love

2009-09-11T18:53:00.004Z

Tamsin: What do you think of this place?
Mona: It's funny.
Tamsin: It's like Lego, it's all sort of pretend.

Ukiyo-e - Retratos do Mundo Flutuante

2009-09-05T11:02:00.002Z

The Great Wave of Kanagawa
Hokusai

Change

2009-09-05T10:40:00.006Z

Without change there can be no nostalgia.

Ghost Train to the Eastern Star
Paul Theroux

Viagem

2009-09-02T13:11:00.001Z

Pisa, Agosto 2oo9

Lolita

2009-07-31T19:24:00.007Z

Lolita: Wait a sec. You're telling me we're sleeping in one room? With one bed?
Humbert: I've asked them to bring up a cot, which I'll use if you like.
Lolita: You're crazy.
Humbert: Why, my darling?
Lolita: Because, my darrr-ling, when my darrr-ling mother finds out she'll divorce you and strangle me.
Humbert: Lo, listen a moment. For all intents and purposes I am your father and I am responsible for your welfare. We are not rich, so when we travel, we shall be - we shall uh... we shall be thrown together a great deal. And two people who enter into a cohabitation inevitably lead into a kind of...
Lolita: The word is "incest".

Kaligayahan

2009-07-27T18:19:00.006Z

Hartmut Schwarzbach
Hasselblad Porträts auf dem Aroma Smokey Mountain
Manila, Filipinas

Koboku Meigekizu

2009-07-27T15:23:00.006Z

Miyamoto Musashi
Gorin No Shô

Kent Williams

2009-07-25T01:11:00.006Z

Kent Williams

E, nos dois primeiros dias de férias, descobri o sushi, os comics e o baseball. Thanks P.

Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer

2009-07-18T17:52:00.004Z

Caspar David Friedrich

2009-05-14T18:28:00.004Z

Há em certas palavras que habitualmente empregamos uma mola escondida que de repente as abre até ao fundo, no-las explica na sua intimidade excepcional: depois a palavra retrai-se, retoma a sua forma banal e circula insignificante, desgastada pelo hábito e pelo maquinal. O amor é uma dessas palavras.

Sapho de Alphonse Daudet

Darjeeling Limited

2009-03-24T22:58:00.003Z

Perception

2009-02-24T11:50:00.004Z

Torino, Setembro de 2008

Cheshire Cat

2009-02-23T20:05:00.008Z

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where –" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
"– so long as I get somewhere," Alice added as an explanation.
"Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk long enough."

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
Lewis Carroll

Üç maymun

2009-02-19T18:17:00.007Z

Já me havia referido anteriormente ao trabalho de Nuri Bilge Ceylan enquanto fotógrafo, daí não ter sido surpresa a atenção ao pormenor em cada cena; no entanto, as sombras duras e os longos silêncios presentes neste filme elevam-no a uma beleza fotográfica raramente observada. O cinema turco apresenta uma cada vez maior qualidade e só lamento a dificuldade em encontrá-los nas salas de cinema portuguesas.

Para fazer o download do filme com legendas em português (do Brasil) carregar aqui.

American Beauty

2008-08-08T23:13:00.002Z

Il mio fratello è figlio unico

2008-08-01T13:03:00.004Z

Porto, Julho de 2008

Après moi, le déluge

2008-07-15T13:23:00.005Z

February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring .

Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noise of bells and whells
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.

To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.

Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.

Boris Pasternak

Regina Spektor - Après moi

Voalá

2008-05-24T06:50:00.003Z

Imaginarius - Santa Maria da Feira, Maio de 2008
Foto: Ângela Almeida

Sunrise

2008-02-01T15:01:00.001Z

Julie Delpy - A Waltz For A Night

Chaves, Agosto de 2007

O vento levar-nos-à

2008-01-21T00:28:00.001Z

In my small night, ah
the wind has a date with the leaves of the trees
in my small night there is agony of destruction
listen
do you hear the darkness blowing?
I look upon this bliss as a stranger
I am addicted to my despair.

listen do you hear the darkness blowing?
something is passing in the night
the moon is restless and red
and over this rooftop
where crumbling is a constant fear
clouds, like a procession of mourners
seem to be waiting for the moment of rain.
a moment
and then nothing
night shudders beyond this window
and the earth winds to a halt
beyond this window
something unknown is watching you and me.

O green from head to foot
place your hands like a burning memory
in my loving hands
give your lips to the caresses
of my loving lips
like the warm perception of being
the wind will take us
the wind will take us.

Forugh Farrokhzad

Noir Désir - Le vent nous portera

Hospice for Destitute Lovers

2007-12-29T23:43:00.001Z

Gosto de parvoíces, disparates. Desatinos e dislates. Gosto de filmes impossíveis, personagens estranhos e bizarros. Gosto do absurdo, do ilógico, do infantil, espontâneo e estúpido. E gosto tanto de mim quando também eu sou assim.

Woodenhead
Steve Abel & Mardy Potter

Fantasporto, Fevereiro de 2005

Livro dos Amantes

2007-12-02T00:53:00.001Z

Pusemos tanto azul nessa distância
ancorada em incerta claridade
e ficamos nas paredes do vento
a escorrer para tudo o que ele invade.

Pusemos tantas flores nas horas breves
que secam folhas nas árvores dos dedos.
E ficámos cingidos nas estátuas
a morder-nos na carne dum segredo.

Natália Correia

Arrebenta a bolha!

2007-11-30T00:04:00.000Z

No dia 1 de Abril de 2005 anunciei o fim do blog. Claramente era a brincar.