Soul to Squeeze

2008-05-22T16:17:00.000-07:00

PLUMÁRIA DO ÍNDIO DO TERRITÓRIO BRASILEIRO

ECOS DE CRIATIVIDADE ARTÍSTICA

PATRÍCIA MILHANAS MACHADO

ARTE E LEILÕES

N.4 JANEIRO 2008

2007-03-27T15:19:00.000-07:00

Sam's Town - The Killers (2006)

2007-02-23T14:49:00.000-08:00

Sam's Town
Enterlude
When You Were Young
Bling (Confession Of A King)
For Reasons Unknown
Read My Mind
Uncle Johnny
Bones
My List
This River Is Wild
Why Do I Keep Counting?
Exitlude

War & Peace - Turner

2007-02-04T13:55:00.000-08:00

últimas marcas II

2007-01-02T14:20:00.000-08:00

últimas marcas

2007-01-02T14:12:00.000-08:00

2006-12-22T12:32:00.000-08:00

Round Here Counting Crows

2006-11-30T14:39:00.000-08:00

Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.

I walk in the air between the rain,
Through myself and back again.
Where? I don't know

Maria says she's dying.
Through the door, I hear her crying
Why? I don't know

Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
Takes her clothes off,
Says she's close to understanding Jesus
She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous

Round here we're carving out our names
Round here we all look the same
Round here we talk just like lions
But we sacrifice like lambs
Round here she's slipping through my hands

Sleeping children got to run like the wind
Out of the lightning dream
Mama's little baby better get herself in
Out of the lightning

She says, "It's only in my head."
She says, "Shhh...I know it's only in my head."

But the girl on the car in the parking lot
Says: "Man, you should try to take a shot
Can't you see my walls are crumbling?"

Then she looks up at the building
And says she's thinking of jumping.
She says she's tired of life;
She must be tired of something.

Round here she's always on my mind
Round here I got lots of time
Round here we're never sent to bed early
Nobody makes us wait
Round here we stay up very very late

I can't see nothing, nothing
Round here
Catch me if I'm falling
Catch me if I'm falling
Catch me cause I'm falling down on you

I said I'm under the gun
Round here
Oh man, I said I'm under the gun
Round here
I can't see nothing, nothing
Round here

Sons

2006-09-28T20:55:00.000-07:00

25/02 Hands »Jewel
06/03 Breathing »Lifehouse
24/05 Soul To Squeeze »Red Hot Chili Peppers
25/04 Don't Panic »Coldplay
25/04 Sunday Bloody Sunday »U2
Better man »Pearl Jam
28/09 Invicible »Muse

Swallowed In The Sea - Coldplay

2006-09-16T13:32:00.000-07:00

You cut me down a tree and brought it back to me
and that’s what made me see where I was going wrong
You put me on a shelf and kept me for yourself
I can only blame myself, you can only blame me
and I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me
and I could write it down or spread it all around
Get lost and then get found or swallowed in the sea

You put me on a line and hung me out to dry
Darling that’s when I decided to go to see you
You cut me down to size and opened up my eyes
Made me realize what I could not see

and I could write a book, the one they'll say that shook the world
and then it took, it took it back from me
and I could write it down and spread it all around
Get lost and then get found and you'll come back to me
Not swallowed in the sea

Oohhhhh Ahhhhhh

and I could write a song a hundred miles long
Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me
The streets you’re walking on, a thousand houses long
Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me
Oh what good is it to live with nothing left to give
Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see
Oh the streets you’re walking on a thousand houses long
Well that’s where I belong and you belong with me
Not swallowed in the sea

You belong with me, not swallowed in the sea
Yeah you belong with me

Not swallowed in the sea

2006-04-28T05:48:00.000-07:00

Goodbye Alice In Wonderland - Jewel

2006-04-22T13:26:00.000-07:00

It's four in the afternoon, i'm on a flight leaving L.A.
Trying to think about my life, my youth scattered along the highway
Hotel rooms and headlines, i've made a living with a song
Just a guitar as my companion, wanting desperately to belong

Fame is filled with spoiled children
They grow fat on fantasy
I guess that's why i'm leaving, i crave reality

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland, goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
I did not find paradise
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind searching
For what was missing in my life

I'm embarassed to say the rest is a rock and roll cliche, i hit the bottom when I reached the top
I never knew it was you who was breaking my heart
I thought you had to love me, you did not
Yes a heart can hallucinate, if it's completely starved for love
Can even make monsters seem like angels from above

You forged my love like a weapon
And turned it against me like a knife
You broke my last heartstring
But you opened up my eyes

So goodbye Alice in Wonderland, goodbye yellow brick road
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
That was not love in your eyes
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind wanting what was missing in my life

And growing up is not the absence of dreaming it's being able to understand the difference between the ones you can hold and the ones that you've been sold
Dreaming is a good thing cause it brings new things to life, pretending is an ending that perpetuates a lie, forgetting what you are seeing for what you've been told

Well, truth is stranger than fiction and this is my chance to get it right, life is much better without all of your pretty lies

So Goodbye Alice in Wonderland, you can keep your yellow brick road
Cause there is a difference between dreaming and pretending, that was not love in your eyes
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind wanting, it was only a reflection of my lonely mind wishing that you were what was missing from my life

2006-04-22T13:16:00.000-07:00

entre uma grande antipatia e alguma decepção, resta-nos isto...
(Convento de Cristo, Tomar)

Dernière Danse - Kyo

2006-03-24T15:49:00.000-08:00

J'ai longtemps parcouru son corps Effleuré cent fois son visage J'ai trouvé de l'or Et même quelques étoiles En essuyant ses larmes J'ai appris par coeur La pureté de ses formes Parfois, je les dessine encore Elle fait partie de moi Je veux juste une dernière danse Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence Un vertige puis le silence Je veux juste dernière danse Je l'ai connue trop tôt Mais c'est pas d'ma faute La flèche a traversé ma peau C'est une douleur qui se garde Qui fait plus de bien que de mal Mais je connais l'histoire Il est déjà trop tard Dans son regard On peut apercevoir Qu'elle se prépare Au long voyage

Je veux juste une dernière danse Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence Un vertige puis le silence Je veux juste dernière danse

Je peux mourir demain Mais ça n'change rienJ'ai reçu de ses mains Le bonheur ancré dans mon âme C 'est même trop pour un seul homme Je l'ai vue partir, sans rien dire Fallait seulement qu'elle respire Merci d'avoir enchanté ma vie

Avant l'ombre et l'indifférence Un vertige puis le silence Je veux juste dernière danse

Une dernière danse.

2006-03-24T11:05:00.000-08:00

I got a bad disease Up from my brain is where I bleed Insanity it seems Has got me by my soul to squeeze Well all the love from me With all the dying trees I scream The angels in my dreams, yea Have turned to demons of greed that's me Where I go I just don't know I got to - got to - gotta take it slow When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time Today love smiled on meIt took away my pain, said please I'll let your ride be free You gotta let it be oh thi yea Where I go I just don't know I got to god I gotta take it slow When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time Oh so polite indeed Well I got everything I need Oh make my days a breeze And take away my self-destruction When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time It's a bitter berry and its very sweet I'm on a roller coaster But I'm on my feet Take to the river lay me on your shore 'Cuz I'll be comin' back baby I'll be comin' back for more Diddle doddle ding a zing a zong zong a zing a zoma zoma zoma condon bingI can not forget but I will not end eavor simple pleasure are more special but I wont regret it never Where I go I just don't know I got to god I gotta take it slow When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time Where I go I just don't know I might end up somew here in Mexico When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna keep it for the end of time

2006-03-06T13:36:00.000-08:00

I'm finding my way back to sanity again Though I don't really know what I'm gonna do when I get there Take a breath and hold on tight Spin around one more time And gracefully fall back to the arms of grace 'Cause I am hanging on every word you say And even if you don't want to speak tonight That's alright, alright with me 'Cause I want nothing more than to Sit outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing Is where I want to be, yeah... Where I wanna be... I'm looking past the shadows In my mind into the truth and I'm Trying to identify The voices in my head God, which one you Let me feel one more time What it feels like to feel And break these calluses off of me One more time 'Cause I am hanging on every word you say And even if you don't want to speak tonight That's alright, alright with me 'Cause I want nothing more than to sit Outside your door and listen to you breathing Is where I want to be, yeah...I don't want a thing from you Bet you're tired of me, waiting For the scraps to fall Off of your table to the ground... 'Cause I just want to be here now Cause I am hanging on every word you're saying Even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's alright, alright with me Cause I want nothing more Than to sit outside Heaven's door And listen to you breathing It's where I wanna be, yeah Where I wanna be... Where I wanna be...

2006-02-25T04:25:00.000-08:00

If I could tell the world just one thing »it would be that we're all ok »And not to worry cause worry is wasteful »And unless in times like these »I won't be made useless »I wont be idled with dispair »I will gather myself around my faith »for light does the darkness most fear »My hands are small, I know but they're not yours they are my own »but they're not yours they are my own »and I am never broken »Poverty stole your golden shoes »but it didn't steal your laughter »And heartache came to visit me »but i knew it wasn't ever after »We'll fight, not out of spite »for someone must stand up for what's right »cause where there's a man who has no voice »there our's shall go singing »My hands are small, i know but they're not yours they are my own »but they're not yours they are my own »and I am never broken »In the end only kindness matters »In the end only kindness matters »I will get down on my knees and I will pray »I will get down on my knees and I will pray »I will get down on my knees and I will pray »My hands are small, I know but they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own »and I am never broken »My hands are small, i knowbut they're not yours they are my own but they're not yours they are my own»and I am never broken »We are never broken »We are God's eyes »God's hands »God's mind »We are God's eyes »God's hands »God's heart »We are God's eyes »God's hands »God's eyes »God's hands »God's hands

angel Iggy Pop

2006-01-31T10:38:00.000-08:00

Still when i was crying you were on my side
Angel, you can come and see me here tonight
Angel, of course you're always more than welcome here
Still I'm needing somebody else… again.

Writings up my place
There is nothing much i want to do about it
The way i fall without you the way i'm dull without you i split my score, offer you love.

Still when i was crying you were on my side Angel,
I never thought that i'd be free or clear Angel,
except for you, i doubt that i'd be here
Still I'm needing somebody else… again.
Still I'm needing somebody else… again.

cultura

2006-01-05T14:18:00.000-08:00

Cavaco Silva em entrevista informal à SIC

"...chamam-me de auto-convencido! (...) Para defenir cultura consulte o google (...) Tenho um bom equipamento, um bom carro "

e em nota final:

Vê os passarinhos ali em cima?! Tudo ali!

curto

2006-01-01T12:32:00.000-08:00

intenso, intenso, intenso... foi intenso
é nostálgico, atormenta, arrepia, adormece

teve cor, luz, sabor
iluminou cada dia, entristiceu os próximos
teve lugar, arca das nossas memórias
Tempo! encruzilhado, curto
fugaz.

00:00 1/1

2006-01-01T12:26:00.000-08:00

fausto
torcidas, pielas
gente feliz ou falso regozijo? Desejos lançados ao ar como se tudo ficasse para trás...
Que paradoxo!
Despedir e saudar

nuvem

2005-12-06T09:15:00.000-08:00

poema em forma de nuvem
hugo milhanas machado

talk

2005-12-02T08:12:00.000-08:00

Oh brother I can’t, I can't get through I've been trying hard to reach you 'cause I don't know what to do

Oh brother I can't believe it's true I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you Oh I wanna talk to you...

You can take a picture of something you see

In the future where will I be?

You can climb a ladder up to the sun

Or write a song nobody has sung or do

Something that's never been done

Are you lost or incomplete? Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece? Tell me how do you feel? Well I feel like they're talking in a language I don't speak And they’re talking it to me...

So you take a picture of something you see

In the future where will I be?

You can climb a ladder up to the sun Or write a song nobody has sung or do

Something that's never been done, do... Something that's never been done

So you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk

And you feel like you're going where you've been before You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored

Nothing's really making any sense at all, let's talk

Let's talk, let's talk, let's talk

Súbito desejo (de palavras)

2005-11-19T03:24:00.000-08:00

vejo-te
olho-te, disfarçadamente
e prolongo esta viagem
O vidro separa-me
entre arcos, arestas. Nervuras
em volta perfeita ou quebrada.
Para onde apontas vértice?

Céu
meu pensamento és Tu

Ultrapasso-te, vidro
encontro-te de novo. Tremo
E passo

manhã 19 Novembro

A Sorta Farytale

2005-11-16T06:07:00.000-08:00

On my way up north up on the ventura, I pulled back the hood and I was talking to you, And I knew then it would be a life long thing, A-but I didn't know that we, we could break a silver lining.

And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back, A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you) A sorta fairytale with you...

Things you said that day, up on the 101, the girl had come undone. I tried to downplay it with a bet about us, You said that you'd take it as long as I could, I could not erase it.

And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back, A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you) A sorta fairytale with you... Ha... And I ride along side, (Riding by, yea)

And I rode along side you then, And I rode along side 'til you lost me there in the open road, (Riding by, yea) And I rode along side 'til the honey spread itself so thin, (Riding by, yea, yea...) For me to break your bread, for me to take your word. I had to steal it.

And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back, A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you) I could pick back up whenever I feel...

Down New Mexico way, something about the open road- I knew that he was looking for some Indian blood and, Find a little in you, find a little in me. We may be on this road but we're just impostors in this country you know. So we go along and we said we'd fake it. Feel better with Oliver Stone 'til I almost smacked him- seemed right that night and, I don't know what takes hold out there in the desert cold. These guys think they must try and just get over on us.

And I'm so sad- like a good book I can't put this day back, A sorta fairytale with you... (a sorta fairytale with you) A sorta fairytale with you...

And I was riding by, (Riding by, yea) Riding along side, for a while 'til you lost me, (Riding by, yea) And I was riding by, riding along 'til you lost me, (Riding by, yea) 'Til you lost me in the rear view, you lost me. I said, "Hold on..."

Way up north I took my day, all in all was a pretty nice day and, I put the hood right back where you could taste heaven perfectly. Feel out the summer breeze, didn't know when we'd be back and I- I don't- didn't think we'd end up like, like this...

H. Arte - Trabalhos de investigação

2005-11-16T02:20:00.000-08:00

Ídolos Cicládicos

Escultura cicládica

(Pré-Clássica)

Altar de Pérgamo

Arquitectura grega
Cigarreiras chinesas

Culto cinês
Termas romanas da Cidade

Eburobritium (Óbidos)

arquitectura romana
Sarcófago dos leões

Escultura tumular tardo-romana
Sarcófago da Vindima

Escultura tumular tardo-romana

Técnca do Pastel

Artes plásticas
Igreja Santa Comba de Bande (Orense)

Arquitectura visigótica
Igreja São João de

Alporão (Santarém)

Arquitectura românico-gótica

Deixa-me escrever

2005-06-08T12:56:00.000-07:00

Escrevo. Escrevo mal mas escrevo... de que servem as minhas palavras? De que servem os meus erros... esses erros ortográficos, essas más construções, essas inesperadas articulações, essas frases com aparente ausência de sentido... Que temas? Porquê os temas? e o quê? Não sei. Surgem? Por vezes...
Escrever, terei esse direito? Será legítimo? (Quanta agudeza se vê, se lê..)
Talvez ... será por gosto? Plausível!
Mas deixa-me escrever!...

Na Noite

2005-05-13T10:46:00.000-07:00

http://mutepunkrock.com
www.magmasilhueta.blogspot.com
www.estoriasdeembalar.blogspot.com
www.letrasoltas.blogspot.com
http://weblog.nuno.ws

www.fcsh.unl.pt

http://www.fcsh.unl.pt/tunolisipo/main.htm

http://iscasemvara.blogspot.com
www.redhotchilipeppers.com

http://www.qualqueroutrotempo.blogspot.com
http://www.milhanasmachado.blogspot.com
http://www.nauseabudogrelo.blogspot.com

Sarau de Poesia

2005-05-13T03:00:00.000-07:00

12 e Maio de 2005

4º Sarau de Poesia

Post passadas 9 horas...

leiam o 1º Comment ...

Agradecia

(mesmo que espiral passasse para

espira ou que falte um " ... )

FCSH

2005-05-05T08:37:00.000-07:00

Pediram-me para escrever algo sobre a nossa Faculdade (isso foi há uns 5meses...)

A verdade é que a vontade nem sempre me ocupa... mas a Joaninha do 1ºano de C.C motivou-me para que eu, finalmente, expressasse aqui algum raso conteúdo (por sinal miserável) ...

Faculdade, faculdade... a nossa FCSH marca e de que maneira (pelas razões que já todos conhecemos!!!)...

Ao aproximar-se o fim do ano (sem saber ainda bem se a minha estada se irá prolongar ou não), tendemos para um rememorar de tudo aquilo que pássamos..

E o pessoal de História da Arte sabe do que eu falo...

Lembrem-se da 1ªsemana... foi aí que tudo comecou!! o resto vocês sabem...

zzzzzz e mais zzzzz...

Lembrem-se disto:

as personagens... (até temos um comissário de bordo!)

ricos ou pobres? eis a questão..

Flor do Vasco da Gama ou Ribeira?

Beto surfista, o meu irmão é beto surfista!

Terramoto em plena aula de Alexandre Magno

zzzz....zzzz....z...., madeirense, Imperador, Tigresa, rasta, cavaleiro romano, Martim, Malabarista, CC, ah e tal...

Odrinhas... onde fica Odrinhas?

Arqueologia, arqueologia...

...

banca de Poesia ...

Sentimentos Sobrepostos M. Tiago Paixão

Magma Silhueta

Sloppy Joe - Festa Caloiros (Obrigada Marta Ren e Sérgio pela simpatia)

Terrakota Pluto (Manel Cruz... grata por estar na FCSH... assim talvez ainda não teria ouvido Algo Teu...)

e claro...

Ai venha vinho, ai venha vinho!.. ai venha um jarro cá para o meio...

tanto fica para dizer...

enfermagem?

2005-04-22T15:03:00.000-07:00

Lift Me Up Hotel Moby

Bluesprints & Sleepers

2005-02-17T09:37:00.000-08:00

intro fall minder under televolution still running word

s on the wall dreamland lost highway punkrock two wee

ks first blood hell-o remember s.jankis how close? colonel

mustard in the lounge with the candlestick the space bet

ween unleashed no one else the lat act open eye intro fal

l minderunder televolution still running words on the w

all dreamland lost highway punkrock two weeks first bloo

d hell-o remembers jankis how close? colonel mustard in

the lounge with candlestick the space betweenunleashead

no one else the last act open eye

mutepunkrock.com

Mute No Use For a name Lagwagon Crane Rise Against Nofx Sum41 Penny Wise Green Day

Real Tuna Académica NeOlisipo

2005-01-31T13:46:00.000-08:00

E Viva à Tuna!
Meus caros colegas... aqui a proto-caloira tem muito gosto de pertencer à Tuna da FCSH!!!
Sei que ultimamente esta não tem vivido os melhores dias... mas vá lá... deixem as novitas como eu, a Martita, a Judite e a Joana se estrearem!... mesmo sem traje, apenas com a camisa toda pintada!
Prometemos que vamos, em breve, aprender tocar algum instrumento! Talvez o bombo, não sei...
Sempre gostei de tunas... espero é que não vejam estas como uma via mais conservadora (académica) ... senão não estava de certeza!Estamos aqui é para reinar!!! Se não ... para que estaria eu todas as 3ª e 5ªf a tarde toda na Uni à espera para mais um ensaio??? aconscega-me o convívio naquele ambiente de erasmos...

Um estimado agradecimento ao nosso ensaiador, o Carlos (aquele tipo que está sempre com piadas), que muito se esforça para estar sempre presente e dar força à continuacão da tuna! Assim como outros...

Deixemos então que músicas como "Ai rapariga", "Siempre em mi mente", "António" etc, etc, cheguem àqueles que sabem receber, de bom grado, tais cantigas...
E vai tuna Olisipo!!

2005-01-29T15:34:00.000-08:00

Camões ardeu
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o post o post anterior parece ter adivinhadao....

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2005-01-29T04:28:00.000-08:00

Going Down In Flames

"Summer Sun" Texas

2005-01-28T22:09:00.000-08:00

Peniche. Peninsula...
... se há coisas que, por mais repetitivo se tornem, são dificilmente complicadas de falar (eis um pleonasmo aceitável), uma delas é de Peniche e de tudo aquilo que há vários anos temos vivido!
Não nasci lá, que importância tem? Mas parte de mim a Peniche pertence... mas deixando de aparentes lamechices... falemos apenas do Verão (mesmo que para mim o Inverno em Peniche seja igualmente apetecível...).
Seria difícl escrever aqui o nome de todos aqueles que por lá passaram e conhecêmos, de muitos já nada sabemos! Mas com as várias voltas que tudo já deu, sei que, agora, temos um grupo de que muito prezo, talvez por isso não deixo de falar em vocês e em tudo aquilo que partilhámos!
Apesar das minhas diminutas saíditas, guardo momentos únicos! Autênticos ícones! Talvez a nossa versão de Dunas seja a mais indicada para descrever o nosso Verão! Um ciclo de há vários anos, cada um diferente!
Molhe Leste, Gâmboa, P.Norte, Supertubos ( e aqueles seres..ui), a salita de convívio (Étienne...), Mestre Comboio... o acordar e olhar para o céu apostando mais um dia, o regressar da praia, as nossas paixões e consequentes, isso, desilusões! Certezas vagas... Mr. Bean, Sai de Baixo, B.B, Limites do Terror, Ídolos, donuts, a cena das bolachas e nós lambuzadas, o espiritismo, o Star qualquer coisa de há uns 4 anitos, pipocas de caramelo queimado, fimo, as pizzas, as jogadas de Volley, (já não há=(... ), Scrable, Party, Pictonary, Policeman and thief, bailaricos (este ano não há!), as escaditas deste ano... Punto, Canário, F.artesanato, Tosta Mix, o Bubas, G-Spot ( ai Penicheiros..)... Motards, Black Green, Romano e Roel, Canivetes... É tudo tão relativo! momentos que mesmo durando alguns segundos valem por uma vida inteira... como aquele do Last Kiss...
Frases ficam para a história: Ai que me rasgas toda!, Maria Arlete, Laranja doce tem que ter a casca fina, És bué de fashion pá!, Ou não, é fofo, QUERES HALLS?, Lokura!!! basa basar!, Do you want my guitar? belgique Anicky magiki , as obelhitas, Chama-me tudo: tudo!, Diz que me amas, amo-te sim meu amor! Vamos fazer um***** à Diana! O meu irmão foi buscar ondas, Olá a quem não me falou, "Querem ver um brinquedo?".. e Diana, se fôsse a por aquelas como mal acostumado, não sou deliquente, escuta pf ao Chérri, dá-me choque, dá-me choque, (até tenho vergonha!) ... tanto, tanto! Ou, unicamente a nossa célebre "Gaivotada" arhããã arhããã!
Isto para quem não conhecer pode mesmo parecer piroso, mas tem significado para todos nós!
Músicas como dosed, a célebre Roullete, Walking in away, Stand by me, Mundo Complexo Carta, Fonseca, F*** what i say, Lifehouse (para 2004), System, Foo Fighters... Ai, as pessoas vêm e vão, e depois há os que vão persistindo!...

A todos voçês: Diana, Bruno Lula, Tiago, Joaninha voa-voa, Catarina, Rute, Sarita, Gonçalo ( A minha mota dá para dois!) , Forcado, Luís, Zézé, Salomé, Ricardo, Nave (lembro-me dele quando eu tinha oito anitos. Sabem para que serve esta foto? (da ex) para limpar o lixo das unhas!...) o ppl dos últimos dias de Agosto, Kim, bizinha Vanessa, Diogo, Suati, família Belga.. até os mais novitos como os iconizados gémeos ou o Fábio a quem agradeço muito!... recentemente, Sérgio, Soraia, e claro: Susana, Mário e João (como vos estimo) ... aqueles que marcaram muito, Bruno, Tânia, Sandra, Luís, Tiagos, Dário, Rodrigo, Catarina, e, claro, ÂNGELO e CRISTIANO (que saudades!...), Flávio, Jorge, Adel, Carina e Andreia (há TANTO tempo!) e todo um grupo como os do Pinguíns, os que passaram pelo Bar, Valter, Speed, Papagaio (Felipe) e outros que não esquecêmos... (dupla ...!)
Grupo do Filipico e Joca do mano da Rute, o Pedro dos igolos, Ricardo Dred, assobíos...etc etc etc...

Espero que isto não se tenha tornado maçador, mas acredito que haja alguém que lendo o que aqui escrevei (muito pouco por sinal!) se tenha recordado de alguns entrentantos...

Fiquemos, então, por... "...caminhos salgados, praias desertas (ou não! ) e estrangeiros a chegar..." A nossa versão...

Patrícia, Drol, como queiram,

até Ticha ou Freak =(

...

8/13/21/00h

(para ele seria Black, Thin Air, Yellow Ledbetter, Throw your arms around me (desculpa Prima!), tudo Pearl Jam...

Só, vagueio por estreitas ruas

de areia e alcatrão,

num confortável fim de dia.

De um lado, mais distante, um céu,

único, aspirando-se em tons de rosa...

Do outro, o anunciar da noite...

Observo os lugares

(no passar do tempo, diferentes pessoas ocupam-nos... terra, areia, ervas, espaço...).

A cabeça enche-se de recordações...

Um ano depois recordo-o aqui...

A volta parece terminar.. sempre vulgar e limitada...

Mas antes, ainda há o desejo de ver os estrangeiros,

mas não... há poucos, agora.

Entro agora naquele que foi o nosso espaço, a nossa Sala .

Quentes dias, frias noites vivemos ali...

Falámos, rimos e chorámos.

Vazia, outrora completa e animada.

Apenas cá fora, restam três pessoas. Jantam.

São estrangeiros.

E, de volta ao meu canto, revejo-me de costas para

aquele cenário que me pertence, e a todos aqueles que por cá passaram e amaram...

Peniche, 3 de Outubro, 2003

(Peço desculpa pela exagerada colagem a Cesário Verde, pelo excesso de objectividade e falta de qualidade... mas fez sentido quando foi escrito...)

no Camões... (e deixando o perfeccionismo de lado...)

2005-01-27T06:08:00.000-08:00

Dias de chuva, outros do quente Junho, socalcos a caminho das Oficinas, escadas ameaçam cair, os pássaros logo às 8h, Bocage, Cesário Verde e Pessoa enchem-nos o espírito.... um cenário do Camões.. muito havia para dizer: Todo um conjunto de personagens... Prof Filosofia, Ransy, o nosso Lino ("...isto realmente está mal pá... mas o meu amigo Henry teve lá no Canadá") , Nuvem Mágica, Bébé, e muitos outros onde até entra o Mr Mix!

Restam-nos a lembranças... div>

Tudo marcou: as pessoas, os momentos, os cafés-concertos, as viagens... foram tantos...

Recordo-me por exemplo: os primeiros dias.... 22/03/02 Conímbriga e memorável noite ( Ellie Jim c/ Gonçalo), Clube de Artes e o Croft, Geometria c a*****Roncon, a equipa de Volley, o NUVEM Mágica, (Ruben, Hélio, Rebrov...)...; 11ºano... Almoços no Saldanha, (...ui tá-se a ir a inspiração..), Palhaçadas na casa da Sandra (emplastro/tabu...) MARAVILHOSAS aulas de Português, o misterioiso Ivo, Praia S.P. Estoril, (Yuri, Martinez)... o ano do ppl com as violas; 12ªano... tanto tanto.... o nosso prf T.Design ( que saudades), Ping Pong, casa do João, a chegada do Refeitório/Pavilhão, o strogonof, tanto... especialmente o extraordinário dia 4Junho (último). Gonçalo...

Sandra e João: ....

Isma: Arte conceptual... a cadeira no meio do pátio!

Marta: tanto para dizer...

Manos Coutinho: /Romeu, Ruivo, Henrrique..diz alguma coisa?) .. foi-se...

Torpreda: Diário Desportivo

Todos todos... estes são aqueles k sei k vão passar por aki!

Está muito incompleto...

talvez resumiria tudo isto numa palavra....

(...)

Sandra, aqui está uma pequena parte daquilo que eu guardo! Acredita...

Reflexos

2005-01-26T15:03:00.000-08:00

reflexos I
reflexos II
de fronte de mim
reentrância

Algo teu

2005-01-26T14:28:00.000-08:00

...é só o nada a bater-nos à porta e a mim importa que estejas a meu lado enquanto o medo vai dançando à nossa volta. É só uma imagem que sonhámos doce imagem nada que um dia após um outro reproduza mas meu amor estaremos sempre de passagem. Esquece o que eles dizem sobre um grande amor quem podia mais quere-te como eu nada que acredite conseguir mostrar pois é algo teu...

manel cruz

Algumas das minhas...

2005-01-26T13:49:00.000-08:00

Swing Swing All American Rejects
It´s a wonderful wonderful life Black
Down Under Men At Work
Last Kiss / Thin Air / Black... Pearl jam
Dosed/Tear/Otherside/Terajerker/Soul To Squeeze I COULD HAVE LIED ... Red Hot
Friday I´m in Love /Love Song... The Cure
Breathing / Only One... Lifehouse
Only One Yellow Card
Amen Omen Ben Harper
Falling Away with you / Stockholm Syndrome... Muse
Roullet... System (muito + mesmo)
Last Train Love Will Come Through Slide Show... Travis
Do you really believe that love you´ll keep from getting hurt?... D.Fonseca
My Life/ See the Sun/... Dido
Orange Crush/ Day Sleeper... REM
Remember S.Jankis /Lost Highway... MUTE
Iris Goo Goo Dolls
Life Size Mirror / Let it slide No Use For A Name
Zombie... The Cranberries
Villa Rosie... Blur
Whatever... Oasis
Sunday Bloody Sundat U2
Going Down in Flames 3Doors Down
Time of your life Green Day
Indochine
Kyo
Algo Teu /Prisão... Pluto...

a memória escapou-se!

O que é "Soul To Squeeze"?

2005-01-26T11:17:00.000-08:00

Where I go I just don't know I got to -got to - gotta take it slow When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time

Today love smiled on me It took away my pain, said please I'll let your ride be free You gotta let it be oh yea

Where I go I just don't know I got to god I gotta take it slow When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time

Oh so polite indeed Well I got everything I need Oh make my days a breeze And take away my self-destruction

It's a bitter berry and its very sweet I'm on a roller coaster But I'm on my feet Take to the river lay me on your shore' Cuz I'll be comin' back baby I'll be comin' back for more

Diddle doddle ding a zing a zong zong a zing a zoma zoma zoma condon bingI can not forget but I will not endeavor simple pleasure are morespecial but I wont regret it never

Where I go I just don't know I got to god I gotta take it slow When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna give you some of my good time Where I go I just don't know I might end up somewhere in Mexico When I find my peace of mind I'm gonna keep it for the end of time

Kiedis