O soberbo sem côr.

'So this is permanence; love-shattered pride. What once was innocence, has turned on its side.'

in Control [2007]

I had a farm in Africa.

'If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me?

Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me? '

in 'Out of Africa' by Sydney Pollack [1985]

Hoje cheguei à simples conclusão, de que sou simplesmente monótona.

Belle de Bellíssimo

Shame!!

Always the same old stupid game,

And we change!!

It's just the butterfly's Revenge,

There goes my life,

I can't control, seize thru the garbage

With eyes of gold.

Afraid to lose, afraid to win,

Afraid to breack, the smallest dream.

Wasting our freedom in the skin of the ligth,

pointless with emotion&style,

Sometimes i wish there was a crack in the sky

and i'd be dying with emotion&style

For how can a man deal with is pain without a plan!

Cry!!

When you get anxious and unkind,

And Smile!!

You'll clean the world just for a while!

Will i ever choose what's right or wrong?

'Cause everyday's a different song!

I got to listen carefully, find that water melody.

Wasting our freedom in the skin of the ligth,

pointless with emotion&style,

Sometimes i wish there was a crack in the sky

and i'd be dying with emotion&style

For how can a man deal with is pain without a

friend!

So kiss me!!

So hit me, make stronger,

Kiss me, make sweeter!

Please don't let me fall out of time

You can make me human, you can make me better,

You can be my emotion&style.

Belle Chase Hotel "Emotion&Style" in Fossanova [1999]

'Lars and the real girl'

Lars: ' See they're even fake so they'll never die. '

Outros Tempos

Barriguitas é que era!

Foto de cuddly stb no flickr

O resto foi brincadeira...

Clã

Goldfrapp

Deolinda

Franz Ferdinand

Fotos da minha autoria

Dia Sete é o Dia Dela.

I'm a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
You're the bird on the brim
Hypnotised by the Whirl


Drink me, make me feel real
Wet your beak in the stream
Game we're playing is life
Love is a two way dream


Leave me now, return tonight
Tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay

I'm a path of cinders
Burning under your feet
You're the one who walks me
I'm your one way street


I'm a whisper in water
Secret for you to hear
You are the one who grows distant
When I beckon you near

Leave me now, return tonight
The tide will show you the way
If you forget my name
You will go astray
Like a killer whale
Trapped in a bay


I'm a tree that grows hearts
One for each that you take
You're the intruders hand
I'm the branch that you break

Björk

'Bachelorette'

Palavras para quê...(II)

Charlotte: Why do they switch the r's and the l's here?

Bob: Uh... for yuks. You know? Just to mix it up. They have to amuse themselves, 'cause we're not making them laugh.

(...)

Charlotte: I just don't know what I'm supposed to be.

Bob: You'll figure that out. The more you know who you are, and what you want, the less you let things upset you.

Palavras para quê...(I)

'Lost in Translation' by Sofia Coppola

Não sei mesmo...

Ó vizinho, ora bom dia
como vai a saudinha?
eu não sei falar de amor...

Ó vizinho e este tempo?
a chuva dá pouco alento...
e eu não sei falar de amor...

Ó vizinho e o carteiro?
que se engana no correio...
e eu não sei falar de amor...

E soubesse eu artifícios
de falar sem o dizer
não ia ser tão difícil revelar-te o meu querer...

A timidez ata-me a pedras
e afunda-me no rio
quanto mais o amor medra
mais se afoga o desvario...

E retrai-se o atrevimento
a pequenas bolhas de ar

E o querer deste meu corpo
vai sempre parar ao mar

Ó vizinho e a novela?
será que ele ficou com ela?
e eu não sei falar de amor...

Ó vizinho e o respeito?
não se leva nada a peito...
e eu não sei falar de amor...

Ó vizinho então Adeus
vou cuidar de sonhos meus
que eu não sei falar de amor..

Deolinda

'Não sei falar de amor'

letra de Pedro da Silva Martins

Não consigo resistir à Deolinda.

Cada música é divinal.

Esta é só uma pequena amostra.

'Não há nada como começar

para ver como é árduo concluir.'

Victor Hugo