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Late August

'This is the plum season, the nights
blue and distended, the moon
hazed, this is the season of peaches

with their lush lobed bulbs
that glow in the dusk, apples
that drop and rot
sweetly, their brown skins veined as glands

No more the shrill voices
that cried Need Need
from the cold pond, bladed and urgent as new grass

Now it is the crickets
that say Ripe Ripe
slurred in the darkness, while the plums

dripping on the lawn outside
our window, burst
with a sound like thick syrup
muffled and slow

The air is still
warm, flesh moves over
flesh, there is no

hurry.'

Margaret Atwood

a propósito do último 'post'

Pearl Jam - Nothingman

amor & coisas simples

'Dear Karen,
If you're reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me.
You don't know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write.
There's no easy way to say this so I'll just say it: I met someone. It was an accident; I wasn't looking for it, I wasn't one the make, it was a perfect storm. She said one thing and I said another. Next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there is this feeling in my gut that she might be the one. She's completely nuts in a way that makes me smile: highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you Karen, that's the good news.
The bad is that I don't know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we'll get lost out there.
It's a big bad world, full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could of changed everything. I don't know what's going on with us and I can't tell why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn, you smell good, like home. And you make excellent coffee. That's gotta count for something right?
Call me.
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody'

in Californication

coisas simples

'before i die, i want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain i will keep it safe. i will keep it safe.'

Andrea Gibson

true story bro

Fidlar - Got No Money

doping

Andrew Bird - Danse Carribe

para dormir de um sono só

bon iver - re: stacks

bons conselhos

You must stick up for yourself son
Never mind what anybody else done

Yeasayer - Ambling Alp

n.b. - quem é amigo, quem é?! (private joke)

doping

Andrew Bird - Eyeoneye

(e ainda) a propósito de mais um aniversário

Indiana: It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

in Raiders of the Lost Ark

a propósito de mais um aniversário

Modest Mouse - The Good Times Are Killing Me

ciao bella!

@ roma

para dormir de um sono só

Sun Kil Moon - Among the Leaves

agradecimentos ao grande zé!

weekend mode: on!

Grizzly Bear - Knife

gsoy *

'A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don't believe me?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don't believe me?'

The Smiths - The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

* gratuitous song of yourself

coisas simples

Dead Poets Society

doping

Chromatics - Running Up That Hill

amor & coisas simples

Lionel, 99, and his wife Ellen Buxton, 100, met in March 1930, married on July 18th 1936 and have been inseperable ever since.
The couple, together a total of 82 years, have not spent more than one night apart.
Upon speaking of their marriage, Ellen says:
'We have never been apart really and have never wanted anyone else. We have been married happily because we have been good friends as well as husband and wife.
We have always made sure we have had nice evenings out together. Whether it is going for a romantic meal or out to play bingo. We are more in love now than ever. We keep each other going'.

doping

etta james - i'd rather go blind

role model

Woody Allen, in Annie Hall

o que é nacional é bom

Salto - Deixar Cair

same here

Queria que os Portugueses

'Queria que os portugueses
tivessem senso de humor
e não vissem como génio
todo aquele que é doutor

sobretudo se é o próprio
que se afirma como tal
só porque sabendo ler
o que lê entende mal

todos os que são formados
deviam ter que fazer
exame de analfabeto
para provar que sem ler

teriam sido capazes
de constituir cultura
por tudo que a vida ensina
e mais do que livro dura

e tem certeza de sol
mesmo que a noite se instale
visto que ser-se o que se é
muito mais que saber vale

até para aproveitar-se
das dúvidas da razão
que a si própria se devia
olhar pura opinião

que hoje é uma manhã outra
e talvez depois terceira
sendo que o mundo sucede
sempre de nova maneira

alfabetizar cuidado
não me ponham tudo em culto
dos que não citar francês
consideram puro insulto

se a nação analfabeta
derrubou filosofia
e no jeito aristotélico
o que certo parecia

deixem-na ser o que seja
em todo o tempo futuro
talvez encontre sozinha
o mais além que procuro.'

Agostinho da Silva

a propósito de um 'dreaded sunny day'

The Smiths - Cemetry Gates

doping (que bem preciso!)

San Cisco - Awkward

regresso

'Why would you live anywhere else?
Why would you live anywhere else?
We've got the ocean, got the babes
Got the sun, we've got the waves
This is the only place
This is the only place
This is the only place
This is the only place for me'

Best Coast - The Only Place

quanto mais vejo mais tenho a certeza que este nosso 'jardim à beira mar plantado' é o meu local preferido de todos.

fuck yeah!

'to go away on a summer's day / never seemed so clear'

vampire weekend - holiday

lambarices

Pete Townshend - Let My Love Open The Door

vai correr tudo bem

Michael Kiwanuka - I'll Get Along

lambarices

Destroyer - Libby's First Sunrise

agradecimentos ao grande zé

casa

Panda Bear - Principe Real

o que é nacional é bom!

North Atlantic *, de Bernardo Nascimento

* a curta é finalista do festival de cinema do youtube criado por ridley scott.

doping

Wild Nothing - Nocturne

agradecimentos ao grande zé!

ode, a todas elas

'men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.'

f. scott fitzgerald