quinta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2008

The books on my table


Get Up

And when the body finally starts to let go
let it all go at once
not piece by piece.
but like a whole bucket of stars
dumped into the universe.
Whoooh! Watch it go!
Good-bye small hands, good-bye small heart
good-bye small head
My soul is climbing tree trunks
and swinging from every branch
They're calling on me,
they're calling one me...
Do you think I'm an animal?
Am I not?
Do you like fur
Do you wanna come over
Are we captive only for a short time
Is there splendor, I'm not ashamed
Desire shoots through me
like birds singing
(The way you move no ocean's waves were ever as fluid)
They're calling on me,
they're calling one me...
I hit the mark!
I target moon, I target sky, I target sun.
Fall down on the world before it falls on you.
Like beggars, like Stars,
like whores, us all
Like beggars, like dogs
Like Stars, us all
Shoot straight for my heart
(And when you were near no sky was ever quite so clear)
Like stars, so small
Like us. when we fall
Like beggars, like whores
Like lovers, Get Up!
Get up...too far.


Gus is God now

Desde que vi Paranoid Park não consigo ouvir outra coisa que não seja Nino Rota. As trilhas que ele fez para o Fellini.
O Gus Van Sant conseguiu usá-las de uma maneira genial.
Não vou nem botar trailer do youtube porque só assistindo o filme.

terça-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2008

More than this

O que fazer num dia de chuva como esse?
Pegar sua pessoa preferida, ir para Liberdade, entrar num restaurante japonês, mas um de verdade, nada desses metidos a finos e modernos. Fui uma vez num que fica num hotel lá que seria perfeito, só tinha japoneses e beirava o kitch na medida certa.
Pedir ao garçom sashimi e saquê " and keep them coming."
E torçer para a chuva não passar.

domingo, 27 de janeiro de 2008

músicas para ouvir debaixo dágua

Dear Darkness - PJ Harvey
The First Season - John Frusciante
Laura - Vicent Gallo
Recollections - Miles Davis
Alone in Tokyo - Air
City Girls -Kevin Shields
Laura Palmer´s theme -Angelo Badalamenti
Petite Piece - Claude Debussy
All my trails - Nick Drake
Absolute Beauty is an Absolute curse - John Parish



wash it out

sexta-feira, 25 de janeiro de 2008

agora é quando?

quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2008

"Que seria de nós sem o socorro daquilo que não existe?"
Paul Valéry

terça-feira, 22 de janeiro de 2008




segunda-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2008

domingo, 20 de janeiro de 2008

Estou bebendo estrelas!

"Eu só bebo champagne quando estou feliz e quando estou triste. Às vezes, bebo quando estou sozinha, mas quando estou em companhia, considero obrigatório. Eu me distraio com champagne quando estou sem fome e bebo quando estou faminta. Fora isso, nem toco nele, a menos que esteja com sede”. Lily Bollinger (my hero. at the moment.)

Amai para entendê-las!
Pois só quem ama pode ter ouvido
Capaz de ouvir e de entender estrelas.

Olavo Bilac

sábado, 19 de janeiro de 2008

John Frusciante: the best song writer alive

"The First Season"
Let the pretend take over
And that season be the first
Shadows we're in become us
So we set up interspersed
Between here and away
Become your space every day
When it changes up my row
It slates when time will turn to a room
Light starts being there
To talk about all he's feeling for the moon
To even the lie damn him
In that halo
Round that halo
It hangs by evil
You revolve now with my echo
You rose interwound
Actually people in the wrong
Come thru and go on
Leave my lonely mind a cell
Keep flowing on a drill
I keep holding on to myself
Be humble, take it the slow way
As I'm aloud
Even holding on
My cell of space that holds me

"The Past Recedes"
1, 2, 3, 4
And then the past recedesand
I won't be involved
The effort to be free
Seems pointless from above
You're looking down at me
I'd rather stay below
Than have you staring up at me
It is nowhere
I want to go
Ay, this business of how long we try to stay alive
Why to be here you first got to die
so I gave it a try
And what do you know
Time was so long ago
And things come back you see
To where they don't belong
and every drop of sea is the whole ocean
I lied to the greatest thieves
about anything and everything
I'm a figure of forgotten speech
I'm out of reach
I can't play it safe
But I might just in case
I'm disguised as a reaching hand
I'm a working man
I don't understand why clockout

come so slow everytime
That's one line
I stay right behind

"Wind of space"
can't wait
I can't wait for the time to break
Use it for a motorbike
You'll spin right out of sight
You'll never have been where you'll be
You go back to the faceless ride
Wind up space
Wind up space to go place to place
Dream that you died
It takes you out of your mind

e ele ainda toca e canta desse jeito:

My Dinner with Bertrand Russell and Sophie Calle

Essa noite sonhei que eu estava em Paris jantando com o Bertrand Russell e a Sophie Calle. Ela não dizia nada e tinha esse colar de gato empalhado. E ele dizia:

Por que cometer erros antigos se há tantos erros novos para escolher?

sexta-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2008

what the fuck is wrong with you people? parte II

Mesmo falando todos os seus absurdos, o que me convence realmente de que há algo de errado com ele é essa risadinha.

quarta-feira, 16 de janeiro de 2008

ops, ficou faltando o fim da história

a maravilhosa kiki smith como a bruxa má do oeste

e chuck close como o proprio Mágico de Oz.

O Mágico de Oz na Vouuuugue

Dorothy( Keira Kinight) com Kara Walker como a fada
brice maden como o espantalho
john curris como o homem de lata
jasper johns como o leão medroso
jeff koons como macaco voador!

fotos de Annie Leibovitz

terça-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2008

Fast-forward through the boring parts of life

Je Ne Regrette Rien

A montagem do filme é um pouco burra.
No entanto a fabulosa Marion Cotillard arrasa na pele da MAJESTOSA Edith Piaf.
Eu me apaixonei completamente por ela. A Piaf claro.
Estou lendo suas memórias, PIAF - NO BAILE DO ACASO.

What the fuck is wrong with you people?

Eu nunca gostei do Oliver Stone, mas isso realmente...

Two words:

Vergonha alheia.

sexta-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2008

best reality show ever

mais emoções no próximo "paredão"

quinta-feira, 10 de janeiro de 2008

Lu, olha isso

quarta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2008

Neil says


Touch the wooden gate in the wall you never saw beforeSay “please” before you open the latch,
go through,
walk down the path.
A red metal imp hangs from the green-painted front door,
as a knocker,
do not touch it; it will bite your fingers.
Walk through the house. Take nothing. Eat nothing.
if any creature tells you that it hungers,
feed it.
If it tells you that it is dirty,
clean it.
If it cries to you that it hurts,
if you can,
ease its pain.

From the back garden you will be able to see the wild wood.
The deep well you walk past leads down to Winter’s realm;
there is another land at the bottom of it.
If you turn around here,
you can walk back, safely;
you will lose no face. I will think no less of you.

Once through the garden you will be in the wood.
The trees are old. Eyes peer from the undergrowth.
Beneath a twisted oak sits an old woman. She may ask for something;
give it to her. She
will point the way to the castle. Inside it
are three princesses.
Do not trust the youngest. Walk on.
In the clearing beyond the castle the twelve months sit about a fire,
warming their feet, exchanging tales.
They may do favors for you, if you are polite.
You may pick strawberries in December’s frost.

Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where you are going.
The river can be crossed by the ferry. The ferryman will take you.
(The answer to his question is this:
If he hands the oar to his passenger, he will be free to leave the boat.
Only tell him this from a safe distance.)

If an eagle gives you a feather, keep it safe.
Remember: that giants sleep too soundly; that
witches are often betrayed by their appetites;
dragons have one soft spot, somewhere, always;
hearts can be well-hidden,
and you betray them with your tongue.

Remember your name.
Do not lose hope—what you seek will be found.
Trust ghosts. Trust those that you have helped to help you in their turn.
Trust dreams.
Trust your heart, and trust your story.

When you come back, return the way you came.
Favors will be returned, debts be repaid.
Do not forget your manners.
Do not look back.
Ride the wise eagle (you shall not fall)
Ride the silver fish (you will not drown)
Ride the gray wolf (hold tightly to his fur).

There is a worm at the heart of the tower; that is why it will not stand. 
When you reach the little house, the place your journey started,
you will recognize it, although it will seem much smaller than you remember.
Walk up the path, and through the garden gate you never saw before but once.
And then go home. Or make a home.

Or rest.

Neil Gaiman

A sense of duty is useful in work, but offensive in personal relations. People wish to be liked, not be endured with patient resignation. B.Russel

We keep trying, but sometimes is useless

são francisco, califórnia.

segunda-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2008

"Film will only become an art when its materials are as inexpensive as pencil and paper."
Jean Cocteau

domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2008

sábado, 5 de janeiro de 2008


We were talking
about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves
behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth
then it's far too late
when they pass away

We were talking
about the love we all could share
When we find it
- to try our best to hold it there -
with our love
With our love we could save the world
if they only knew
Try to realise
it's all within yourself
no-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small
And life flows on
within you and without you.

We were talking
about the love that's gone so cold
And the people who gain the world
and lose their soul
They don't know,
they can't see
- are you one of them?
When you've seen
beyond yourself
then you may find
peace of mind is waiting there
And the time will come
when you see we're all one
And life flows on
within you and without you.

last days.

filme lindo.

louca para ver paranoid park.