Sunday, April 28, 2013

[Precious] Memories

I don't even think that memories are real. Memories are a constant narration to yourself. It's a constant thing that makes us what we are but they are... they quite certainly never happened the way that they are memoed... in our memories.

Blixa Bargeld
*

Thursday, April 25, 2013

X & Y


There was a girl, call her animal X 
(...) 
she meets a boy, animal Y 
(...)
And she put her hand on his heart,
Right there on his heart, just for the joy of it
But his heart was lying down on the road
(...)
He was a head with no heart
(...)
She was a head with no heart


Nick Cave*

(conheço pessoas com algoritmos no lugar do coração.)

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A lâmina não degolou o monstro, o corte superficial vai mantê-lo apenas afastado. Talvez se entretenha a pensar numa nova camuflagem para usar nas emboscadas.


Saturday, April 20, 2013

Question(s) to self

- What is left of the ideas and things you were trying to do?
- Look at every scar that I have... I am the result of all the things you have been doing (...) so the silence is sexy is not the opposite of the unbelievable noise - is the result of all the stuff that we were doing.

Blixa Bargeld*
(as a result...)

Monday, April 15, 2013


Such a shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame is the shadow of love


Polly Jean Harvey
*

Friday, April 12, 2013

...


There's a house on my block
that's abandoned and cold
Folks moved out of it a
long time ago
and they took all their things
and they never came back
Looks like it's haunted
with the windows all cracked 
and everyone calls it
the house, the house where
nobody lives.

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
or did someone do somebody wrong?

Well the paint was all cracked
It was peeled off of the wood
Papers were stacked on the porch
where I stood
and the weeds had grown up
just as high as the door
There were birds in the chimney
and an old chest of drawers
Looks like no one will ever
come back to the
House where nobody lives

Once it held laughter
Once it held dreams
Did they throw it away
Did they know what it means
Did someone's heart break
or did someone do somebody wrong?
So if you find someone
someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
and they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives
Without love it ain't nothin
But a house, A house where
Nobody lives.

Tom Waits
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYpeZH9fNvc

Thinking of C.


Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
you burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
you're falling behind in this
big blue world

Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on

Tom Waits*

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Tenho um oceano que rebenta em ondas violentas contra a superfície interna da pele.
Não há ciência capaz de explicar como o tecido resiste ainda.

Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Oh Nelson...


Oh my Nelson, I love you and I will love you 'till the end
But Nelson, we differ by what we call a friend

Rikarda Parasol*

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Friday, April 05, 2013


- is it morning yet?
- no, we have a couple hours left. God knows what'll happen then.

Keaton Henson*

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

unless...


You will find me waiting through spring and summer
You will find me waiting waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to ripen
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of conciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain

Blixa Bargeld*

Monday, March 25, 2013

O registo das perdas nunca se ficará pelo algarismo 1. O das ausências temporárias ou permanentes também não.

Sunday, March 24, 2013

from the past



















When you can't find your heart but your body keeps moving
When you can't tell your life apart from your dreams
Follow the lights into the valley
Gently respond to the pull of a string

Jason Webley
[www.youtube.com/watch?v=zD95A2Foda0]

Note to self

Hoje responsabilizei-nos. A ti por não me teres cuidado como se cuida de quem se ama. A mim por me ter resignado a viver na invisibilidade.

Não me senti culpada.

(pela primeira vez em muito tempo)

It could mean anything

25/04/2012


April
How could I not have seen

April
You coming

April
How could I have worn
Inappropriate clothing

April
All that careful stepping
Rounding of my soul
And now your rain

April
I feel you leaving

I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything


April
Won't you answer me
These days just seem to crush me
Hatching, collapsing, tumbling down

April
What if I drown
I drown

April
I see you leaving
I don't know what silence means
It could mean anything
Won't you answer me

I dreamed
I dreamed
April, April
That I'm walking
That I'm watching
April
Your rain
It overcomes me


Polly Jean Harvey*

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Undone


Concussions crown was all I wore 
When my mind met the floor

Rowland S. Howard*

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

How can it be as quiet as this, this close to the edge?


F. by S.

Feels like an ending
She's winding her way towards a conclusion
That never comes
Caroline feels uncomfortably numb

She's in deep
Surrendering to the promise of sleep
Almost done
Caroline plays an audience of one

And it isn't polite
She won't even try
A problem to no one
A problem to none

How can it be as quiet as this
This close to the edge?
Caroline says she's nobody's friend

F. by S.





How can you breathe 
Embarrassed to be this far left of alone?
Caroline knows there's nobody home

It's ending
Winding its way towards a conclusion
Nearly done
Caroline knows there's nothing to come

When in doubt
She wanted to get it all down in writing
Didn't count
Better if someone else works it out

The files are deleted
No resisting at all
Already defeated 

David Sylvian*


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Friday, March 15, 2013


You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing

Thom Yorke*

Thursday, March 14, 2013

home for a lonely heart



















Who measured the distance from the planets
Right down to your big blue spinning world
And heartbeats and tears and nervous laughter
Spilling down all over you, girl

Nick Cave*

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

The cat doesn't care, she's taking bets

Since we came to be here 
the pills will not work anymore
Don't try cracking the turnstyle 
or beating down the door.
Plastic rooms with false light 
won't save us from the drums. 
Horses beat the rhythm.

Carla Bozulich*









Sinto que algo me abandona, uma velha pele, um sonho do passado…
Como dizer esta tristeza?
Florestas sem música?








Adolfo Luxúria Canibal*

Monday, March 11, 2013

there won’t be a star left untouched


Just let me sit alone in this chair, my own make believe little throne
Ah Honey and collect the thoughts that’ll help me to stand

Josh T. Pearson*

Then your old friend silence will creep back into this pettiest of all places
He’ll ask you again, “Which is better or for worse, living with me or living with all my ghosts?”

Josh T. Pearson*

Thursday, March 07, 2013


With intensity, the drop evaporates by law
In conclusion, leaving is easy
When you've got some place you need to be
I'm giving up this gig for another season
(...)
What if I had stood there at the end
And said again and again and again and again and again
An answer to every question
Riding for the feeling

Would that have been a suitable goodbye?


Bill Callahan*

Note to self


When will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
God has given you but one heart
You are not a home for the hearts of your brothers

And God does not care for your benevolence
Anymore than he cares for the lack of it in others
Nor does he care for you to sit
At windows in judgement of the world He created
While sorrows pile up around you
Ugly, useless and over-inflated

Nick Cave*

Tuesday, March 05, 2013

Shivers



Why so green and lonely?


In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
Just cause you feel it doesn't mean it's there
There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck 
(...)
We are accidents waiting
Waiting to happen

Thom Yorke*

Sunday, March 03, 2013

Lá estava o meu morto - e eu invisível no meio da multidão, com saudades daquele para quem já não faço sentido de forma nenhuma.



(It was a slippery slippery slippery slope)

Friday, March 01, 2013

Analisei, ponderei, exigi apenas a justa retribuição. 
Tenho a consciência tranquila.    
Então porque é que duvido no momento do confronto?
F***!!

Ingenue*

no Bairro (do amor?)
















[*]

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Stacking up hope

S.'s 50' appointment

























And I don't feel well
Oh, couldn't you tell,
From the way I touch my face?
(...)
And I ain't no Hercules
I ain't no Hercules

Keaton Henson*

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Hit-and-run

O mínimo que podias ter feito era ter enfrentado os destroços da tua escolha, sabendo que isso poderia ter salvo uma vida... com a devida assistência não teríamos amputado a confiança no sonho.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Pré-requisito

- traz a sua declaração de intenções preenchida? ah, ainda não pensou nisso?... pois, compreendo... desculpe, vamos ter que ficar por aqui. Sabe... eu já não consigo confiar. Não, uma carta de recomendação não me chega.

Monday, February 25, 2013

As cores saturadas da ilha; aquela rua a norte da península; dezenas de recantos, os intermináveis parques, a loja italiana onde bebíamos café, o gato numa janela em Kreuzberg... de forma intermitente estas imagens assombram os meus dias, e eu não sei o que fazer com elas.

*

Sunday, February 24, 2013

teachings to keep

"if we could ever remove humiliation out of our psique then we can continue to learn things (...) I said if anyone has got a problem with it, that is your problem."

Eddie Izzard

Friday, February 22, 2013

We are, 
                I say, 
                           mostly lost.

Nick Cave*

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

"Can you feel my heartbeat?"*


Who cares, who cares what the future brings?
Black road long and I drove and drove
I came upon a crossroad
The night was hot and black
(...)
Oh let the damn day break
The rainy days always make me sad

Nick Cave*


Tuesday, February 19, 2013


And some people say it's just rock'n roll 
Oh, but it gets you right down to your soul

Nick Cave

Monday, February 18, 2013

Will you? Will I?



I dreamed that we buried something down in the dirt 
outback of where we lived
something that was a secret
and now it only comes back when I sleep and dream, dream
will you wake up before you hit the ground?

Hugo Race

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Friday, February 15, 2013


All my life I failed to see
One good thing standing in front of me
(...)
Help me, help me, help me, baby, reach down and collect me

Nick Cave*


Sunday, February 10, 2013

No more*

Mantive sempre os indisponíveis por perto. Amei-os. Justifiquei-lhes tudo, até o egoísmo extremo e a pobre comunicação. Não arrombei a entrada, esperei, pacientemente, incompreensivelmente. Recolhi as migalhas. E paguei caro a entrega - a heart filled with music is not enough.

And no more do I sing of things better left untold*

Saturday, February 09, 2013

Friday, February 08, 2013

Jesus makes the flowers grow all around the scene of her collision


There's some cat on the saxophone
Laying down a litany of excuses
(...)
She lives in some forgotten song
And moves like she is zombie-strong
Breathes steady as the pendulum keeps swinging

Nick Cave*

Tuesday, February 05, 2013

In der Enklave meines Herzens


in der Enklave meines Herzens
in der ich mich verlier
(...)
Zwei grosse schwarze Raben
fressen die Pflaumen aus dem Baum
Ob die andre Stadt mich lieb hat ...?
(...)
Komm mich mal besuchen
ich hab’ unendlich Zeit
und der Blick der ist vom Feinsten
über Wolken und die Stadt

Blixa Bargeld
[live oder nicht]


(in the enclave of my heart
where I lose myself
(...)
Two large black ravens
devouring the plums in the tree
I wonder if the other city cares for me...
(...)
Come and pay me a visit 
I have unlimited time
and the view is most lovely
over the clouds and the town)