terça-feira, 11 de novembro de 2008
Njosnovelinsem
Here the presentation that the Sigur Rós made in the Museum of Modern Art of New York. Tracklist follows below.
Glósoli
Glósoli
Sé Lest
Við spilum endalaust
Sæglópur
Icelandic National Anthem
Inní mér syngur vitleysingur
Hoppípolla
Gobbledigook
Glósóli
Now you awake
Everything seems different
I look around
But there's nothing at all
Out of shoes, I then find that
She is still in her pyjamas
Then found in a dream
I hang of (an) anticlimax
She is with the sun
And she is, here inside
But where are you...
Go on a journey
And roam the streets
Can't see the way out
And so use the stars
She sits for eternity
And then climbs out
Glowing sole, like she
So come out
I wake dream-ocean
My heart beat
Mixed up hair…
Madness with far-crazy
Witch is compulsory
And here you are...
I felt...
And here you are,
Glowing sole...
And here you are,
Glowing sole...
And here you are,
Glowing sole...
And here you are...
Everything seems different
I look around
But there's nothing at all
Out of shoes, I then find that
She is still in her pyjamas
Then found in a dream
I hang of (an) anticlimax
She is with the sun
And she is, here inside
But where are you...
Go on a journey
And roam the streets
Can't see the way out
And so use the stars
She sits for eternity
And then climbs out
Glowing sole, like she
So come out
I wake dream-ocean
My heart beat
Mixed up hair…
Madness with far-crazy
Witch is compulsory
And here you are...
I felt...
And here you are,
Glowing sole...
And here you are,
Glowing sole...
And here you are,
Glowing sole...
And here you are...
segunda-feira, 10 de novembro de 2008
Rarindra Prakarsa
Rarindra Prakarsa Photography
He lives in Jakarta, Indonesia.
He is a semipro photographer and has a very impressive portfolio.
All photos with beautiful lighting, nice composition, fantastic colors.
Superb!

He lives in Jakarta, Indonesia.
He is a semipro photographer and has a very impressive portfolio.
All photos with beautiful lighting, nice composition, fantastic colors.
Superb!

Red Thread
So many movies
Touching the memories
Leaving you cold
Or making you cry
No one to run to
No one to hold you
No one to take you
Away from the need to go to hell
All of the ugly
Field of vision
Maybe the anger
Is just what you needed
Go to hell fuck you
Go to hell fuck you
go to hell
Mirror mirror
Help me see clear
Say yes
Say maybe
See possibilities
Go to hell fuck you
Go to hell fuck you
go to hellI love you i love you too
Lisa Germano
Friday, 14 November 2008
Rostos gelados
Hoje não há poemas em mim. Hoje
há tábuas duras a raspar-me
a genica para dentro do poço.
Há uma súplica.
Não me posso confessar.
Encontro-me numa estrema circular.
Receio tombar. A diferença
entre um poema e um rosto
gelado é o meu abismo. E eu
fico aqui parado como se pudera
parar. Talvez eu nunca tenha
existido antes da dor. Digo
lenga-lengas que escondo
nesta coisa de proporção infernal.
Sem fugir das perguntas,
mudo-me na verdade. Hoje
é o dia seguinte
e volto a existir. Engasgo
esta fraqueza com músculos duros
e ponho um pé à frente
do outro pé nesta sequência
descuidadamente atenta. Distrair
a mente é o recurso após a escrita
desta mágoa.
e vou ao encontro imediato
da íntima distracção
num fôlego.
quarta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2008
segunda-feira, 3 de novembro de 2008
Sabado no Museu
e esta é a minha forma de agradecer ao Kimmo, pelo concerto de Sabado
Não conhecia este projecto "Kluster", mas fica aqui a minha opinião; gostei mais do"KTU"
Enfim, opiniões!!!
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