domingo, 29 de abril de 2007
sábado, 28 de abril de 2007
sexta-feira, 27 de abril de 2007
Mariah Carey - sem comentários.
Celine Dion - pensa que é Barbra Streisand.
Ricky Gervais - o ego não cabe em palavras.
'Everywhere you go, always take the weather with you. 'Crowded House.
quinta-feira, 26 de abril de 2007
Are you a local?
This is a local shop. For local people. There's nothing for you in here." Tubbs, League of Gentlemen
Tubbs is the co-proprietor of the Local Shop - which is situated on a hill just above Royston Vasey proper. It is a Local Shop for local people. Tubbs and her husband Edward do not approve of non-local outsiders who do not understand their local customs and local ways. They are extremely distrustful of anyone not local (and usually end up killing anyone not local). Although their shop (which they inherited from their mother) is full of "precious things", they are loathe to part with their stock. Tubbs wears a wedding band made of string, eats hair sandwiches, and eats onions as though they were apples. Although she's a killer, there is a childlike innocence to her.Tubbs is based on a real-life shopkeeper in a little town near Brighton called Rottindean. Whilst on their first tour, the League-members wandered into her shop, and she proceeded to watch them all warily as though she didn't trust them. She also had a lot of snowstorms and tourist junk. She was so defensive of the "strangers" in her shop that the League (who are all nice guys, really) got rather offended at her distrust.
Tengo miedo de las noches que pobladas de recuerdos encadenen mi soñar. Pero el viajero que huye tarde o temprano detiene su andar. Y aunque el olvido que todo destruye haya matado mi vieja ilusión, guardo escondida una esperanza humilde que es toda la fortuna de mi corazón. Volver con la frente marchita las nieves del tiempo atearon mi sien. Sentir que es un soplo la vida que veinte años no es nada que febril la mirada errante en las sombras te busca y te nombra. Vivir con el alma aferrada a un dulce recuerdo que lloro otra vez.
domingo, 22 de abril de 2007
Armas de fogo o meu corpo não alcançarão, facas e lanças se quebrem sem o meu corpo tocar, cordas e correntes se arrebentem sem o meu corpo amarrar.
Gordon, Cilla, Ashley,
Sean, Trevor, Kieran,
Keith, Kenneth, Lewis,
sábado, 21 de abril de 2007
quinta-feira, 19 de abril de 2007
"From the top you can see so far into the distance. Look, it's downhill all the way from here. And getting there is quicker, let go and you just slide. Shouldn't take more than a year. I could almost like you, Now it's nearly over, Now you've shown some weakness, Now you're looking older. I heard what you said, And I recognize those feelings. I know how hard it is to watch it go. And all the effort that it took to get there in the first place And all the effort not to let the effort show. I could almost like you Now we're falling over. Now you've feeling hopeless, Now you're looking over your shoulder. Who's gonna come and find you? If you can ride the backlash There's still time for a comeback. You don't have to lie down and die. But Lazarus he only did it the one time - He couldn't face another try. I could almost like you. Now you're falling over, Now it's really over. Now you've shown some weakness, Now you're looking over your shoulder. Who's gonna come and find you? Who's coming up behind you?"
quarta-feira, 18 de abril de 2007
Se ninguém olha quando você passa você logo acha que a vida voltou ao normal. Aquela vida sem sentido, volta sem perigo. É a mesma vida sempre igual. Se ninguém olha quando você passa você logo diz 'Palhaço'. Você acha que não tá legal. Corre todos os perigos, perde os sentidos. Você passa mal.
terça-feira, 17 de abril de 2007
"She lives in this house over there, Has her world outside it, Scrapples in the earth with her fingers and her mouth. She's five years old. Thread worms on a string, Keeps spiders in her pocket, Collects fly wings in a jar, Scrubs horse flies, And pinches them on a line. Ohhh... She has one friend, he lives next door. They're listenening to the weather. He knows how many freckles she's got. She scratches his beard. She's painting huge books, And glues them together. They saw a big raven. It glided down the sky. She touched it. Ohh... Today is a birthday. They're smoking cigars. He's got a chain of flowers, And sows a bird in her knickers. Ohhh... They're smoking cigars... They lie in the bathtub... A chain of ... flowers..."The Sugarcubes. 1988.
segunda-feira, 16 de abril de 2007
domingo, 15 de abril de 2007
Cartas para redação.
sexta-feira, 13 de abril de 2007
quinta-feira, 12 de abril de 2007
"I'm not no red football to be kicked around the garden - no no. I'm a red christmas-tree ball and I'm fragile. I'm not no animal though I am to you. I'm not no crocodile like the one in Dublin Zoo who lived in a cage, the length and breadth of his body with a window which people could look through and throw coins on his back to taunt him 'though he couldn't move even if he wanted to. I'm not no animal in the zoo. I'm not no whipping boy for you. You may not treat me like you do. I'm not no animal in the zoo. My skin is not a football for you. My head is not a football for you. My body's not a football for you. My womb is not a football for you. My heart is not a football for you. I'm not no animal in the zoo. This animal will jump up and eat you. I'm not no animal in the zoo. And I've every intention of leaping up and getting you." Red Football. Sinéad O'Connor.
terça-feira, 10 de abril de 2007
"We haven't got a snowflake's chance in hell."
Justin Hawkins (1975 - )
"Cities have sexes: London is a man, Paris a woman, and New
York a well-adjusted transsexual."Angela Carter (1940-1992)
segunda-feira, 9 de abril de 2007
Minha leitura diária dos sites de informações brasileiros - o G1 em particular - me mantém a par disto. Pode ser inutilidade, mas sempre li a seção de Obituário dos jornais. Tudo bem a Nair Bello ainda não morreu. Então nada mais normal acompanhar o estado dela.
Às vezes, aparece quadro inalterado. É como um pintor que saiu de férias e deixou o quadro pela metade. Inacabado, em suspenso.
O editor do site deve ser fã de carteirinha, que tem relíquias da comediante, mandava presentes de aniversário, tem fotos autografadas e repete piadas, taglines e linhas dela em todas as oportunidades se é que alguém consegue reconhecer isto.
E enquanto isto, ela resolve dormir sem parar para ficar acordada pelo resto dos dias.
'...and the neighbour's wife, who has been in a coma for months, just decided to do all her sleeping at once.
"-This way, I'll stay awake night and day for the rest of my life."'
domingo, 8 de abril de 2007
sábado, 7 de abril de 2007
"What the hell is the difference between a painting done by a person who wishes to paint like a child, and a child's painting?" Patsy Stone.