tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56301972011-10-11T04:20:00.756+01:00o mutismo das palavras<img src="http://www.designboom.com/portrait/imgbee/testaviola.jpg">Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.comBlogger1731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1150377858295050432006-06-15T14:22:00.000+01:002006-06-15T14:24:18.306+01:00uma é minha, outra é tua, outra é para quem apanhar...Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1139875635588106302006-02-14T00:05:00.000Z2006-02-14T00:49:33.623Zqueres ser o meu valentim?©sushi boy & his punjab sisArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1131295867231664962005-11-06T16:18:00.000Z2005-11-06T16:51:07.316Zbiógrafo das horas vaziasa aparente coincidência dos seus desejos facilitara e dificultara simultâneamente aquela primeira aproximação. mas a conversa que se seguira, por assim dizer intensa, na qual cada um mostrara o mais íntimo de si, confiando-se sofregamente um ao outro, cabara por incutir-lhes uma profunda confiança, e assim, deixavam agora juntos o local a que ambos tinham chegado sozinhos. uma vez na rua, nada Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1118020299355428642005-06-06T02:10:00.000+01:002005-06-06T02:11:39.360+01:00.triângulo circularverão 04Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1105492683791778372005-01-12T01:07:00.000Z2005-01-12T01:18:03.790Zhomage
Jeff Koons 1998
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1104517158191084722004-12-31T18:03:00.000Z2004-12-31T18:19:18.190Z
what a year :)
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1102537024300128552004-12-08T20:12:00.000Z2004-12-08T20:17:04.300Z há-de haver uma janelaonde me hei-de debruçar um diae ver-te passear um nervoso miudinho entre baforadas de fumo,sabendo que é para aqui que venspedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1102381808441045882004-12-07T01:08:00.000Z2004-12-07T01:10:08.443Z.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1099436769971953522004-11-02T22:58:00.000Z2004-11-02T23:06:09.970Zbefore sunset
i'm designed to feel slightly dissatisfied!
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1099249311761857292004-10-31T18:56:00.000Z2004-10-31T19:01:51.760Zessay for a happy halloween.
Sarah Lucas
Au Natural
1994
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1099181470244553812004-10-31T01:08:00.000Z2004-10-31T01:11:10.243+01:00diarios de motocicletaArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1099167298017028852004-10-30T21:06:00.000+01:002004-10-30T21:14:58.016+01:00.
ainda não ouviste?
'milk-eye mender' o incontornável primeiro albúm d Joanna Newson :)
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1098232701707119362004-10-20T01:37:00.000+01:002004-10-20T01:38:21.706+01:00.
trabalho de Mona Hatoum
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1098111049310818952004-10-18T15:47:00.000+01:002004-10-18T15:55:53.323+01:00terrible angels
if every angel's terrible then why do you welcome them if every angel's terrible then why do you welcome them if every angel's terrible then why do you welcome them you provide the birdbath I provide the skin and bathing in the moonlight I'm to tremble like a kitten if blue eyed babes raised as hitler's little brides and sons they got angelic tendencies like some boys tend to act like queens ohArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1097860284050025732004-10-15T18:03:00.000+01:002004-10-15T18:11:24.050+01:00"Autografia" - um filmes sobre Mário Cesariny
de Miguel Gonçalves Mendes
dia 30 de Outubro às 18.30 no DocLisboa (Culturgest)
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1096592723886154622004-10-01T02:04:00.000+01:002004-10-01T02:05:23.886+01:00.
shot by Janeane Garofalo
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1096219607262363282004-09-26T18:17:00.000+01:002004-09-26T18:26:47.263+01:00medúlla
from bjork.com
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1095634965200338762004-09-19T23:38:00.000+01:002004-09-20T00:09:51.453+01:00carnaval sobre os homens ironias sobre a morte crianças s. francisco viúvas do mar morte poética das coisas pequenas
fotografias de ricard terré
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1094934778635443372004-09-11T21:28:00.000+01:002004-09-11T21:32:58.636+01:00.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with string
These are a few of my favourite things
Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleighbells and shnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things
When the bee stings
When the Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1094685793095501582004-09-09T01:22:00.000+01:002004-09-09T00:23:13.096+01:00
foto de Francesca Woodman
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1094126137199404262004-09-02T12:37:00.000+01:002004-09-02T12:55:37.200+01:00insect eyes
each strand of her hair
is really insect eyes
and each hole in her tongue
is always occupied
by the milk of the sun
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1094037175710855852004-09-01T12:07:00.000+01:002004-09-01T12:12:55.710+01:00Dance (like you were sixteen)
Do I have a chanceof doing that old dancewith someone I've been pushing away? in dEUS - Nothing Really Ends
pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1092858634686010792004-08-18T20:48:00.000+01:002004-08-18T20:50:34.686+01:00artwork by Dan Flavin
habita este espaco com palavras.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1092316106901600782004-08-12T14:00:00.000+01:002004-08-12T14:08:26.900+01:00will the summer make good for all of our sins?
benedita feijó postais de verão da amostra Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1090618948915782312004-07-23T22:30:00.000+01:002004-07-23T22:45:28.786+01:00este fulgor pávido do céu é o da própria morte. gira-me a cabeça no céu. nunca a cabeça gira melhor do que na própria morte.ouso apenas dizer o que penso: o amor que me ligava a minha mãe era do outro mudo. quereria ser supliciado (digo, ao menos, que quereria!) mas, é claro, que a força me havia de faltar. no entanto, gostaria de rir no meu suplício. não desejo voltar a ver minha mãe, nem mesmo fazer ressurgir insidiosamente a sua inalcançável imagem, aquela que, subitamente, nos força a gemer. ela continua a ter no Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1090413400098455772004-07-21T13:33:00.000+01:002004-07-21T13:48:13.423+01:00this is knifecrime. .
'i hold my breath as we sit on the field
i can think of seven, five, nine ways
to break your heart,
you smell of tea + cherry bakewells
and it leaves be breatheless.
once again, i don't say a fucking word.
you cant hide your love forever.'
this is knifecrime.
(look for photos..)
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1089668955017684142004-07-12T22:41:00.000+01:002004-07-12T22:51:20.896+01:00uma vida em dois meses
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1088677796687462192004-07-01T11:24:00.000+01:002004-07-01T11:29:56.686+01:00Crossing the water...
'Stars open among the lilies.
are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
this is the silence of astounded souls.'
Sylvia Plath
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1088676804713687592004-07-01T11:10:00.000+01:002004-07-01T11:13:24.713+01:00wash me up..
foto de Margarida.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1088017137157731272004-06-23T19:56:00.000+01:002004-06-23T19:58:57.156+01:00karate - u n s o l v e d small fires that's when you try, but you can't evict the sun. the lived-but-yet-named hold out, because this moon is twice as good when you see through a year of nights what you thought you understood. sever someday some shit will come around and reverse the earth, turn your flesh back to dust. the roots and the ruins if you run, run like hell, and remember there's history; and if they don't Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1087686307387156462004-06-19T23:50:00.000+01:002004-06-20T00:05:07.386+01:00eternal sunshine of the spotless mindChange your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn sometime
Change your heart, look around you
Change your heart, it will astound you
I need your loving like the sunshine
And everybody's gotta learn sometime
Everybody's gotta learn Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1087477967139122202004-06-17T14:10:00.000+01:002004-06-17T14:12:47.140+01:00Sophie Calle.
La rivale, 1994, photographie noir et blanc et texte170 x 100 et 50 x 50 cm
gallerie Sollertis
'I WANTED A LOVE LETTER, but he would not write one to me. One day, I saw the word « Sophie » written at the top of a piece of stationery. This gave me hope. Two months after our wedding, I noticed the edge of a sheet of paper sticking out from under his typewriter. I pulled it toward me. TheLuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1087475833405667012004-06-17T13:35:00.000+01:002004-06-17T13:37:13.406+01:00.
artwork by John Baldessari
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1085616633741148462004-05-27T01:09:00.000+01:002004-05-27T01:12:07.556+01:00.
p l a n a n t e . . .
foto de mar, a partir de uma instalação no Júlio de Matos
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1085325536736312072004-05-23T16:08:00.000+01:002004-05-23T16:18:56.736+01:00na jukebox.
hoje o prato da casa é: Under Byen 'KYST'
sonoridades suiças com aveludados toques etéreos, vocalidades Björkianas, e demais mergulhos plenos de translucidez.
relembra-me a banda sonora do 'All about Lily Chou Chou'
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1085224872661832772004-05-22T12:15:00.000+01:002004-06-04T12:56:12.113+01:00mero acaso.
1. Pegue no livro que tiver mais perto de si.
2. Abra-o na página 31.
3. Sublinhe a lápis a primeira frase completa que encontrar.
4. Publique-a no seu blog (e nos nossos coments!), juntamente com estas instruções.
ilustração de André Carrilho
No meu caso o livro mais perto é 'obscuro domínio' de Eugénio Andrade, sendo a primeira quadra a seguinte:
L e v a r - t e ¨ à ¨ b o c a ,
bLuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1084317714863880532004-05-12T00:21:00.000+01:002004-05-12T00:24:58.873+01:00.
WHERE? onde estás, que ESPAÇO se constrói em teu redor?
foto de mar, na exposição 'Casa Desabitada' Rua Ivens, 56 3º Lisboa
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1084213314016599322004-05-10T19:20:00.000+01:002004-05-10T19:21:54.016+01:00.
Michael Elmgreen & Ingar Dragset
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1083804097129803342004-05-06T01:41:00.000+01:002004-05-06T01:45:32.640+01:00.
fotos de mar e p.v.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1083628267697713382004-05-04T00:51:00.000+01:002004-05-04T00:54:01.263+01:00.
Pó de Arroz
Pó de Arroz,
Na face das pequenas
Será beleza apenas, só
Uma corzinha com
Pó de arroz
Rosa é, mulher o pôs
E o homem vai nas cenas
Eva e Adão outra vez
É como enfeitar um embrulho
Arroz com gorgulho talvez
REFRÃO: Pó de arroz
Do teu arrozal
Esse pó que é fatal
És a tal que se encanta com
Pó de Arroz
Não faz nenhum mal
É de arroz integral
Infernal, quando chegas com
Todo o Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1082916365786829552004-04-25T19:06:00.000+01:002004-04-25T19:26:36.513+01:00.
O MUTISMO DAS PALAVRAS
imagem de Man Ray
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1082730151232740312004-04-23T15:22:00.000+01:002004-04-23T15:25:31.216+01:00.
Francis Bacon.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1082672689025077462004-04-22T23:24:00.000+01:002004-04-22T23:27:48.310+01:00meeting people is easydrift all you want fromocean to ocean.search the whole world. but drunken confessions and hijacked affairs will just make yumore Alone.If you come home ill bake youa Cake made of all their yeysi wish you coould seeme dressd for the Kill.what a nastySURPRISE. unplug thephone.stop all the taps.itall comes flooding back.from poison could to poisoned dwarf>>>what a nastydulkbhs SURPRISE.the wormsllArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1082415610934340832004-04-20T00:00:00.000+01:002004-04-20T00:03:07.560+01:00.
a banda de todos os dias...
H O O D
o album: 'Cold House'
se quiserem procura-lo no soulseek vão ao share da: arvore das cassiopeias
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1082043382260121552004-04-15T16:36:00.000+01:002004-04-15T16:39:14.200+01:00.
Y v e s K l e i n . salto para o vazio
o que vos consome?
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1081639935201383172004-04-11T00:32:00.000+01:002004-04-11T12:14:25.246+01:00.
'dEUS does not exist
But if he does,
he lives in the sky above me,
in the fattest largest cloud up there.
He is whiter than white
and cleaner than clean
He wants to reach me.
dEUS does not exist.
But if he does I always notice him.
Getting ready in his airy room.
He is picking his gloves so gently off.
He wants to touch me.'
Sugarcubes
.The Brown Bunny , já nos cinemas
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1081460993137453822004-04-08T22:49:00.000+01:002004-04-08T22:54:35.483+01:00a laranja mecânica
quais os desígnios de deus? quererá ele o bem, ou a escolha do bem? um homem que escolhe o mal, será por acaso ou de certo modo, melhor que um homem a quem impõem o bem?
anthony burgess, a laranja mecânicaArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1081100114880322792004-04-04T18:35:00.000+01:002004-04-04T18:37:55.873+01:00.
Não sou anterior à escolha
ou nexo do ofício
Nada em mim começou por um acorde
Escrevo com saliva
e a fuligem da noite
no meio de mobília
inarredável
atento à efusão
da névoa na sala.
Sebastião Alba
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080937427989410902004-04-02T21:23:00.000+01:002004-04-02T21:26:27.076+01:00.
Wolfgang Laib "The Room of Certitudes" 2001
'duvidas que neste instante tudo esta acontecendo na integridade do espaço?'...
vasco gato
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080494025436971262004-03-28T18:13:00.000+01:002004-03-28T18:23:03.496+01:00.
Antony Gormley , Capacitor II, 2002
de que matéria é feito corpo, como existimos no espaço, no cosmos?
questões prementes para Gormley. questões indubitáveis na reflexão da nossa existência física.
deixa-nos algum devaneio sobre tal...
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080413151854586702004-03-27T18:45:00.000Z2004-03-27T18:51:26.593Z.
Bill Viola
Surrender, 2001
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080348086536239452004-03-27T00:41:00.000Z2004-03-27T00:51:04.903Zjúlia ventura - marcar imprimir exporimpressões digitais, emocionais, primárias, a cor enaltecidas... o passar do tempo aprisionado no papel, o fluir das emoções a preto e branco.
24 jan - 04 abril serralvesArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080347085967492812004-03-27T00:24:00.000Z2004-03-27T17:44:19.500ZHelena Almeida no CCB.
iniciou dia 18 de Março uma exposição individual de Helena Almeida no CCB, a não perder!
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080346449222390612004-03-27T00:14:00.000Z2004-03-27T00:16:41.610Z.
Norman Liebman, Ode to Kafka, 2003-04
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080345524250599152004-03-26T23:58:00.000Z2004-03-27T00:01:16.030Z.
Bob and Roberta Smith, "Art Amnesty," Oct. 11-Nov. 11, 2002, at Pierogi,
177 N. 9th Street, Brooklyn, N.Y. 11211 10/10/02
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1080219582598568172004-03-25T12:59:00.000Z2004-03-25T14:12:26.686Zmojo pinwell i'm lying in my bed
the blanket is warm
this body will never be safe from harm
still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal
touch my skin to keep me whole
if only you'd come back to me
if you laid at my side
i wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied
don't wanna weep for you, I don't wanna know
i'm blind and tortured, the white horses flow
the memories fire, the rhythms fallArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1079836551073358512004-03-21T02:35:00.000Z2004-03-21T02:38:17.436Z.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1079482848572081532004-03-17T00:20:00.000Z2004-03-17T00:26:01.356Z.
que retalhavas,
e que estilhaços apanharias do chão?
foto de Francesca Woodman
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1079020067423190282004-03-11T15:47:00.000Z2004-03-11T15:50:04.013Z.
'Assim como falham as palavras quando querem exprimir qualquer pensamento,
Assim falham os pensamentos quando querem exprimir qualquer realidade.
Mas, como a realidade pensada não é a dita mas a pensada,
Assim a mesma dita realidade existe, não o ser pensada.
Assim tudo o que existe, simplesmente existe.
O resto é uma espécie de sono que temos,
Uma velhice que nos acompanha desde a Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1078880222131151252004-03-10T00:57:00.000Z2004-03-10T00:59:17.013Z.
o mutismo das palavras.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1078877317494407882004-03-10T00:08:00.000Z2004-03-10T00:10:53.013Zdemora
o cansaço das imagens e das palavrasArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1077466785960209332004-02-22T16:19:00.000Z2004-02-22T16:21:45.060ZThe Origin of LoveWhen the earth was still flat,
And the clouds made of fire,
And mountains stretched up to the sky,
Sometimes higher,
Folks roamed the earth
Like big rolling kegs.
They had two sets of arms.
They had two sets of legs.
They had two faces peering
Out of one giant head
So they could watch all around them
As they talked; while they read.
And they never knew nothing of love.
It was before the origin ofpedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1077401770916236442004-02-21T22:16:00.000Z2004-02-21T22:18:09.250Z.
mergulhando-me
na sombra
no eco do vazio
na noite das palmas das mãos
mergulhando-me no próprio mergulho,
no acto em si de mergulhar,
no acto depurado,
mergulho-te
foto de Alan Byond
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1076807395895792462004-02-15T01:09:00.000Z2004-02-15T01:11:47.436ZArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1076770130024959432004-02-14T14:48:00.000Z2004-02-14T14:50:40.560Z.
procurei.
a inspiração não veio, deve estar retida algures, no fundo da alma..
deixa-nos o texto q escreverias para acompanhar esta imagem.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1076287967063794382004-02-09T00:52:00.000Z2004-02-09T00:58:55.263Z4.48 Psychosis .
'Remember the light and believe the light.
Nothin matters more.'
'who took the piss when I shaved my head, who lied and said it was nice to see me. Who lied. And said it was nice to see me Your truth, your lies, not mine Nothing can extinguish my anger I just hope to God that death is the fucking end corrosive doubt I dreamt went to the doctor´s and she gave me eight minutes to live. I´Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1076121006386073012004-02-07T02:30:00.000Z2004-02-07T02:33:42.263Z.
Tangerinas de Joana Linda -> www.lightstripping.net/photographs.htm
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1075417345210149002004-01-29T23:02:00.000Z2004-01-29T23:10:08.233Zpágina 13 e a certa altura escolhi, sem dúvida, não ter de olhar para os erros do passado. fugi por cobardia, pela recusa em responder aos porquês e aos comos da minha vida, e por ódio de mim mesma. tinha medo. temia a dor, a da evidência, primeiro, receava a verdade tanto como os remorsos, as passagens em branco, os nós que nos oprimem ao fundo da garganta, a análise dos factos, a revolta. tinha medo, Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1075163565966279022004-01-27T00:32:00.000Z2004-01-27T00:36:50.903Z.
«Quisera eu ser o Pedro
Desta Inês tão galante
Do meu castro seres rainha
Ser teu cavaleiro andante»
fotos de m a r . ..
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1075082095224923682004-01-26T01:54:00.000Z2004-01-26T01:59:31.140Z.
este post deve ser visto ao som de Kevin Shields . A r e . Y o u . A w a k e ?
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1074909440370691762004-01-24T01:57:00.000Z2004-01-24T01:59:25.216Z.
na cidade estrangeira, a solidão cósmica, a alma indefinida, o vazio...
o delicado jogo sensorial das relações entre as personagens, delineado por uma fotografia inebriante.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1074902546636551622004-01-24T00:02:00.000Z2004-01-24T00:03:56.140Z.
Alceu Bett
r e s p i r o - t e
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1074862471758748862004-01-23T12:54:00.000Z2004-01-23T13:04:07.060Zde mim padeço e de tudo careço
de que careces/padeces tu?
pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1073766606929378792004-01-10T20:30:00.000Z2004-01-10T20:32:15.890Z
Life isn't easy
For the Pin Cushion Queen
When she sits on her throne
Pins push through her spleen.
Tim Burton
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1073754875557577102004-01-10T17:14:00.000Z2004-01-10T17:19:55.326ZARRASTANDO O SEU CADÁVER
É demencial Não há palavras que consigam dizer o horror
Vi um pobre homem agarrado ao que restava da sua mulher
Errando pela baixa
Os olhos fixos num horizonte perdido
Sem uma palavra Sem um som
Arrastando a carcassa desfigurada por entre o trânsito do fim da tarde
Passei sem conseguir dizer nada
Ninguém dizia nada O silêncio
Acompanhava o olhar vazio A dor
A vaguearLuahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1073435990246442802004-01-07T00:39:00.000Z2004-01-07T00:43:16.123Z.
. P o e m a
. . . . e m
d u a s . p a l a v r a s
fotos de Margarida Delgado
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1073178678473781252004-01-04T01:11:00.000Z2004-01-04T01:12:28.090Z.
photo by stefan oláh
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1073095543067599912004-01-03T02:05:00.000Z2004-01-03T02:08:39.640Z.
have a seat, have a chat, leave some words...
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072833718198619972003-12-31T01:21:00.000Z2003-12-31T01:31:51.543ZDissertações cromáticas sobre post-its amachucados....
ps. aceitam-se sugestões para futuras dissertações!
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072830777105459362003-12-31T00:32:00.000Z2003-12-31T00:34:03.546Z.
e tu?..........
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072747485258413552003-12-30T01:24:00.000Z2003-12-30T01:25:49.763ZHave a Donut and Save Something Today!.
Q u e . s a l v a r i a s . t u ?
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072658628863820642003-12-29T00:43:00.000Z2003-12-29T00:44:52.106Zwho?"Drive"
who's gonna tell you when
it's too late
who's gonna tell you things
aren't so great
you can't go on
thinking nothing's wrong
who's gonna drive you home tonight
who's gonna pick you up
when you fall
who's gonna hang it up
when you call
who's gonna pay attention
to your dreams
who's gonna plug their ears
when you scream
you can't go on
thinking nothing'spedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072656201945292772003-12-29T00:03:00.000Z2003-12-29T00:06:40.606Zcrying mermaid - Ilkka Keskinenafogamos as lágrimas para as dissimularmos.
porquê?Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072555239271999002003-12-27T20:00:00.000Z2003-12-27T20:01:41.903Z.
Steve McCurry Varanasi, India 1996
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072410625069033542003-12-26T03:50:00.000Z2003-12-26T03:51:26.153Z.
p é s . n u s . l u a r . v a z i o
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1072232605181511452003-12-24T02:23:00.000Z2003-12-24T02:24:23.840Zpost by Jack Skellington
Merry Christmas ;)
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1071662587040549642003-12-17T12:03:00.000Z2003-12-17T12:03:59.450Zalguém quer contestar duas das maiores obras de arte de sempre?... Marcel Duchamp
'A fonte' Marcel Duchamp
O debate está aberto...
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1071528645966645632003-12-15T22:50:00.000Z2003-12-15T22:51:36.153ZArata Isozakielectric labyrinth
mac serralvesArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1071179833813787792003-12-11T21:57:00.000Z2003-12-11T21:59:58.950Z.
'Abrir as veias
À humanidade como um livro
Folheá-lo num rio de sangue'
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070579023012548782003-12-04T23:03:00.000Z2003-12-04T23:04:23.060Zuntitled
Surprise, sometimes, will come around
Surprise, sometimes, will come around
I will surprise you sometime. I'll come around
Oh, I will surprise you sometime. I'll come around when you're down...
interpol
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070464867663285972003-12-03T15:21:00.000Z2003-12-03T15:21:46.140ZAqui entre nós, que ninguém nos ouve...Quando tiverem febris, ouçam ABBA... Vão ver que é melhor que qualquer antipirético.
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070463972166071882003-12-03T15:06:00.000Z2003-12-03T15:06:50.843ZEasyKnow it sounds funny but I just can’t stand the pain
Girl I’m leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl you know I’ve done all I can
You see I begged, stole and I borrowed
Yeah
That’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like sunday morning
That’s why I’m easy
I’m easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high
Soo high
I wanna be free to know the things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me
Oh baby
That’s why I’m easy
Ipedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070318601877738862003-12-01T22:43:00.000Z2003-12-01T22:45:02.310Zdia mundial da luta contra a sida
Luís Basto, self-portrait
imagem parcialmente inspirada numa campanha da luta contra a sidaArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070230299037402012003-11-30T22:11:00.000Z2003-11-30T22:12:15.030Z.
não sei porque é que me apeteceu por esta imagem aqui.
mas cá está.
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070224704341853712003-11-30T20:38:00.000Z2003-11-30T20:38:59.840ZUltimatumOdeio estes dias em que acordamos de noite, almoçamos de noite, lanchamos de noite, jantamos de noite e deitamo-nos de noite... Se quisesse esse tipo de vida arranjava um emprego como segurança numa danceteria qualquer...
Venho por este meio fazer um ultimato às nuvens: ou desaparecem, ou preparem-se para a retaliação.
Pel' O Movimento "Let the Sunshine In - Sunquick",
Pedro Serrano Gomespedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070224263076037152003-11-30T20:31:00.000Z2003-11-30T20:31:38.686ZI Started a JokeI started a joke, which started the whole world crying,
oh but I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no.
and I started to cry, which started the whole world laughing,
oh, if I'd only seen that the joke was on me.
and I looked at the skies, running my hands over my eyes,
and I fell out of bed, curseing my head from things that I'd said.
Til I finally died, which started the whole world pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10950840145556478652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1070068855914876222003-11-29T01:20:00.000Z2003-11-29T01:21:29.966Z2003 stockholm pride paradeArianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1069976404586372392003-11-27T23:40:00.000Z2003-11-27T23:42:26.153ZShe took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flakey skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin
She's a nightmare hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondlin' my world
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit fruity
It's a new age let-down in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
Arianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08211069691073623999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1069806728431457432003-11-26T00:32:00.000Z2003-11-26T00:32:39.340Z.
O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço -
Não disto nem daquilo,
Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:
Cansaço asssim mesmo, ele mesmo,
Cansaço.
A subtileza das sensações inúteis,
As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,
Os amores intensos por o suposto em alguém,
Essas coisas todas -
Essas e o que falta nelas eternamente -;
Tudo isso faz um cansaço,
Este cansaço,
Cansaço.
Há Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5630197.post-1069261735714684792003-11-19T17:08:00.000Z2003-11-19T17:09:20.543Z.
está frio.
p e n s a m e n t o s
que se diluem
num indefinido M A R de lava
Luahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18177522874195302263noreply@blogger.com0