Friday, November 30, 2007

Friday, November 23, 2007



Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem

É porque cada instante em mim foi vivo
Na luta por um bem definitivo
Em que as coisas de amor se eternizassem.



Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

The Futureheads, Decent Days and Nights

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

- Olhe desculpe, podia dar-me um envelope para eu colocar lá dentro a certidão? É para não se molhar com a chuva...

- Ai não, não. Estamos em contenção de despesas. Tome lá (estende folha branca A4 dobrada ao meio)

Conservatória do Registo Civil, lx

Sunday, November 18, 2007


Alabama Song

Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whisky
Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next pretty girl
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next pretty girl
Oh don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next pretty girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have a girl
Oh, you know why.

Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
Show me the way to the next little dollar
Oh, don't ask why, oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find the next little dollar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have dollars
Oh, you know why.

Bertolt Brecht
(Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Hey you, what do you see?




Something beautiful,

something free?


The beautiful people

The beautiful people

The beautiful people

The beautiful people

The beautiful people...

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

"Moro no rés-do-chão do pensamento
E ver passar a Vida faz-me tédio"

Sunday, November 4, 2007

And so it is...



And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower's daughter
The pupil in denial

I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes off you
I can't take my eyes...

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off of you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind off you
I can't take my mind...
My mind...my mind...
'Til I find somebody new