O dia de hoje é perfeito para agarrar na mochila, enche-la de roupa e tralhas, vestir um casaco e um cachecol quente e partir. A todos um adeus ou apenas um até já.
1. O Amor é um Lugar Estranho (Lost In Translation)
2. O Despertar da Mente (Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)
3. O Regresso (The Return / Vozvrashcheniye)
4. A Tale of Two Sisters (Janghwa, Hongryeon)
5. A Melhor Juventude (La Meglio Gioventù)
6. 2046 (2046)
7. Killing Words (Palabras encadenadas)
8. American Splendor (American Splendor)
9. A Vida é um Milagre (Life is a Miracle / Zivot je cudo)
10.A Estação (The Station Agent)
Ficou por ver Antes do Anoitecer (Before Sunset),
A História do Camelo que Chora (The Story of the Weeping Camel)
The Brown Bunny (The Brown Bunny).
1. modest mouse - Good News For People Who Love Bad News
2. tv on the radio - Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes
3. animal collective - Sung Tongs
4. wilco - A Ghost Is Born
5. devendra banhart - Rejoicing In The Hands
6. !!! - Louden Up Now
7. whilliam shatner - Has Been
8. the go!team - Thunder, Lightning, Strike
9. giant sand - Is All Over...The Map
10.rogue wave - Out Of The Shadow
Por vezes pensamos que viver é apenas pantomima e infelizmente isso não basta.
do Lat. pantomimu < Gr. pantómimos
s. f.,
arte ou acto de exprimir ideias ou sentimentos por meio de gestos;
embuste;
logro;
peça de teatro em que os actores representam apenas por gestos
Mais uns dias e o ardiloso chega ao primeiro ano de vida. Espera-se o top 10 do ano e espera-se o fim. A todos um adeus.
Vou viver/ Até quando eu não sei/ Que me importa o que serei/ Quero é viver/ Amanhã/ Espero sempre um amanhã/ E acredito que será/ Mais um prazer/ E a vida/ É sempre uma curiosidade/ Que me desperta com a idade/ Interessa-me o que está pra vir/ E a vida/ Em mim é sempre uma certeza/ Que nasce da minha riqueza/ Do meu prazer em descobrir/ Encontrar, renovar, vou fugir ao repetir
Humanos - Quero é Viver (letras e músicas de António Variações)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bane,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Paul away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W.H. Auden
Enquanto estive retido num destes engarrafamentos matinais, aproveitei para ler, ouvir música e apreciar todos aqueles que se encontravam como eu mas em sentido contrario. É bonito ver toda a gente com o sol de frente. É bonito de se ver as palas descidas e aqueles pescoços esticados de forma altiva (com o nariz empinado) para que o sol não lhes toque. É mesmo bonito apreciar os esforços para fugir ao sol, quando pela manhã, este sol de Inverno é realmente bonito e nos anima o dia.
I got your address from the phone book at the library/ Wandered in, looked you up and you were there/ Weird that you've been living, maybe, 2 miles away for the best part of 20 years/ You must be, what, in your early forties now/ If I remember,
You were born in June or was it May?/ Eisenhower was the president although it may have been JFK/ Years of silence/ Not enough who could blame us giving up?/ Above the quiet there's a buzz/ That's me trying/ You still working in that store on ventura?/ You still going with--no, that's not fair/ I know I haven't been the very best of dads/ I'll hold my hand up there/ The reason that I'm writing is that i'd like for us to meet/ Get a little daughter dad action going soon/ We can put things behind us/ Eat some pizza, drink some beer/ You still see your sister Lemli?/ Bring her, too/ Years of silence, not enough/ Who could blame us giving up?/ Above the quiet there's a buzz/ That's me trying/ But I don't want to talk about any of that bad stuff/ Why I missed out on your wedding and your high school graduation/ I'd like to explain, but I can't/ So let's keep things neutral/ Stick to topics that won't bug us/ How 'bout this?/ Let's choose a book and we'll read it before we meet/ Then we can sit down at a restaurant/ Have a look at the menu and talk about it while we eat/ See, if we never had a problem/ Then that's what life would be like/ Easy/ Uncomplicated/ Cool/ So let's just pretend that the past didn't happen/ I don't really like thriller as well./ I don't want to know if I've got grandchildren/ No need to tell me where I went wrong/ I don't want to know what happened in your thirties/ You wanna try 'cold mountain'?/ Or is that too long??/ Years of silence, not enough/ Who could blame us giving up?/ Above the quiet there's a buzz/ That's me trying/ I'm trying
Whilliam Shatner - That's Me Trying
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