sábado, 25 de fevereiro de 2006
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o lado b!
nas andanças
- três tristes almas contentes
- a vida faz com que os lixados deste mundo se encontrem!
- 53
- atum bisnaga
- sardinha niska
- ektachrome
- couve-flor.
- entre linhas
- coimbra é uma lição
- oh!
- planeta calafrio
- isabelle chase otelo saraiva de carvalho
- kitschnet
- tinta no bolso
- there is only 1 alice
- menina limão
- little black spot
- medo de tudo
- baggio geodésico
- o sabor da cereja
- o café dos loucos
- um tipo sem tipo
- paperback cell
- neurologia do parasita
- nervus lingualis
- azedas e verdes como as palavras
- história universal da infâmia
- com a luz acesa
- o rasto dos cometas
- the heart is a lonely hunter
- tratado de botânica
- loose lips sink ships
- morrer de improviso
- maiúsculas
- solvstäg
- a manh'ser
- o perfil da casa, o canto das cigarras
- casulo
- a dança da solidão
- o(s) meu(s) inferno(s) privado(s)
- reticências e outros etc
- cores do aquário
- little_blue_sheep
- a lua partida ao meio
- às quintas há cozido
- whispering wishes
- o dia oportuno
- moriana
- coriscos
- um lugar ao sol
- peixe de aquário
- vertigens
- la pochoclera
- my so not secret spot
- pela estrada fora
- 10 feet under
- .....bit sound
- omissão impossível
- mary poppins
- everyday is exactly the same
- pro menores
- projectos incompletos
- brosam
- linhas turvas
- o idiota
- erro de paralaxe
a menina
na contra dança
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Drowning by numbers in Nick Cave's words
1. "I’ve felt you coming girl, as you drew near
I knew you’d find me, ...
I think of you in motion and just how close you are getting
And how every little thing anticipates you"
2.In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over (...)
I would talk to you of all matter of things
3.And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
(...)
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
4.All outward motion connects to nothing
For each is concerned with their immediate need
Then she drew the curtains down
And said, when will you ever learn
That what happens there beyond the glass
Is simply none of your concern?
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
At which she turned her head away
Great tears leaping from her eyes
I could not wipe the smile from my face
As I sat sadly by her side
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