A good night of sleep...

Napping Under Marshmallow Tree [8"x8"x0.5"]
Acrylic on Wood
by Kristiana Pärn
more drawings here

Imagens e sons

que nos acompanharam na noite de ontem e de hoje...

[Gone Baby Gone]

os momentos

os sons


(ver trailer)


[Closer]

os momentos


os sons


(ver trailer)

Are You...?

(imagem daqui)

A song to say good night

[Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin]


The Package, A Perfect Circle
(Thirteen Step, 2003)


Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I am what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine

I am what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what I'm craving
Lie and smile to get what's mine

Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get what I need now
Lie to get what i crave
Lie to smile and get what's mine

Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me

Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, mine [whispered]

(letra daqui)

Actualização de última hora do post abaixo...
Aquele objecto (precioso) aqui em baixo, tem o nome de A Warm Hug (Mogu Pillow). Um abraço quente e amigo...

Coisas que nem ao diabo lembra

Felizmente, há quem pense em quem precisa de um abraço amigo... :)

Ideia: Shanghai Sunwin Insdustry Co., Ltd.
(imagem daqui)

Been thinking about you...

Words and sounds to say good night...


Been thinking about you, your records are here,
your eyes are on my wall, your teeth are over there.
But I'm still no-one, and you're now a star,
what do you care?

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
shit I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, and what do you care
when the other men are far, far better.

All the things you've got,
all the things you need,
who bought you cigarettes,
Who bribed the company to come and see you honey?

I've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep?
These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet.
They don't know what I know and why should you care
when I'm not there.

Been thinking about you, and there's no rest,
should I still love you, still see you in bed.
But I'm playing with myself, what do you care,
when I'm not there.

All the things you've got,
she'll never need,
all the things you've got.
I've bled and I bleed to please you.

Been thinking about you...

Thinking about you
Radiohead (Pablo Honey, 1993)
(letra)

E quando...

queremos fugir de nós próprios; desaparecer... para onde vamos?

...

Há coisas que é preferível não ver... para depois não sentir.
Coisas que sabemos que existem, que acontecem, que se sentem, mas que fazem doer... E, embora preferíssemos não ver, não sentir, não saber... continuamos a procurar. A curiosidade mata e faz doer.

Eu vi, logo dói... :(

Words for good night

Um dia serei eu o mar e a areia,
A tudo quanto existe me hei-de unir,
E o meu sangue arrasta em cada veia
Esse abraço que um dia se há-de abrir.

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

How to disappear completely

a song to say good night...
(pena não vir com instruções)

How To Disappear Completely
Radiohead, Kid A (Parlophone, 2000)

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

(letra)

Os dias que correm

são sempre iguais. Sós. Silenciosos. Cinzentos.

É em dias como este...

que a solidão aparece. Entra pela porta do quarto, logo de manhã e atreve-se a invadir-me. O dia nasce escuro, triste... Passa-se o dia com a sensação de que nos falta um pedaço. As horas custam a passar e tempo parece arrastar-se até à hora de regressar a casa.
Os dias são todos iguais. Irritantemente iguais. Há dias em que mais valia não ter acordado. Hoje foi um deles. São dias cinzentos, que nos deixam tristes. Dias tristes, que nos fazem cinzentos.
Chego a casa e, novamente, encontro a solidão. Deixo-me então ficar no silêncio... a ouvir os meus pensamentos.

Greatest songs ever

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
Sense of compassion
Between supposed lovers/brother.

Schism, Tool

Coisas que nem ao diabo lembra

A mantinha "anti loneliness"... Um amigo sempre presente, que nos oferece o seu abraço... :)


Designer:Thierry d'Istria
Ideia: Coliseum Shop
Marca: La Tête au Cube

Tu

Vieste...
e trouxeste a luz do sol,
o brilho da lua,
a alegria,
o sorriso para os meus lábios.
Trouxeste a felicidade
a aventura,
a paz interior,
o brilho para os meus olhos.
Trouxeste juventude,
criatividade,
beleza,
segurança para ser eu mesma.
Ensinaste-me a amizade,
compreensão,
tolerância,
e a gostar de mim.



Foste...
e levaste o sorriso do meu olhar,
o brilho dos meus lábios.
Levaste tudo o que era
tudo em que acreditara,
e aquilo em que me tornei.


Levaste o meu coração nas tuas mãos.
No seu lugar, ficou o vazio,
que aguarda que o sol volte a brilhar
e me devolva o que eu era,
quando partiste...

Para pensar...

(fonte)

Auguries of Innocence

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

(fonte)

Imagem: Postal TAGV 2007. Texto: «Augúrio de Inocência» (excerto), de William Blake. Imagem: Jerusalem (exemplar E, gravura 28, pormenor), de William Blake. Tradução de Jorge de Sena. Design de Joana Monteiro. (fonte)

Words of good night

Letras com significado...

Song to the siren

On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingers
drew me loving into your eyes.

And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."

Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?

Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."
Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?

Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

(Tim Buckley)


Sounds by This Mortal Coil

The Tracey Fragments

[My name is Tracey Berkowitz. Fifteen. Just a normal girl who hates herself.]

Tracey Berkowitz (Ellen Page), uma rapariga de 15 anos, procura desesperadamente Sonny (Zie Souwand), que desapareceu misteriosamente (ou não). Sonny, irmão mais novo de Tracey, apenas ladra, convencido de que é um cão, devido a um suposto hipnotismo.

O filme, todo ele em pequenos fragmentos, leva-nos a viajar, junto com Tracey, no fundo de um autocarro, de onde conta a sua (triste) história, embrulhada numa cortina de banheira. Pelas ruas obscuras da cidade onde vive, leva-nos a conhecer pequenos fragmentos da sua vida psicótica na busca incessante do seu irmão Sonny, do amor e afecto do hipotético namorado Billy Zero (Slim Twig), um rocker e novo colega de escola, por quem Tracey se apaixona incondicionalmente.

The Tracey Fragments obriga o espectador a procurar a clareza e objectividade, no meio do caos de imagens e de sentimentos que estas provocam. Este filme é um desafio constante à atenção e às sensações do quem o vê.

Fragmentos de solidão.
Fragmentos de desespero e esperança.
Fragmentos de paixão e de desilusão.
Fragmentos de vida.

"Look, the other day, something happened (...) I can't tell you what or you'll end up like me, on this bus, looking for someone."

Trailer

Realizador Bruce McDonald
Elenco Ellen Page, Slim Twig, Derek Scott, Kate Todd
Nacionalidade Canadá, 2007
Site oficial The Tracey Fragments
OST on MySpace

I Miss You

[I'm so impatient
I can't stand the wait
When will I get my cuddle?]


Björk - I miss you
Post (One Little Indian, 1995)


I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
So special
But it hasn't happened yet
You are gorgeous
But I haven't met you yet
I remember
But it hasn't happened yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I, I will meet you
I was peaking

But it hasn't happened yet
I haven't been given
My best souvenir
I miss you
But I haven't met you yet
I know your habits
But wouldn't recognize you yet

And if you believe in dreams
Or what is more important
That a dream can come true
I miss you

I'm so impatient
I can't stand the wait
When will I get my cuddle?
Who are you?
I know by now that you'll arrive
By the time I stop waiting
I miss you

(letra daqui)

Publicidade criativa #4

Som do momento

Tool - The Grudge



The Grudge
Lateralus, 2001

Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Terrified of being wrong. Ultimatum prison cell.

Saturn ascends, choose one or ten. Hang on or be humbled again.

Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end.
Saturn ascends, comes round again.
Saturn ascends, the one, the ten. Ignorant to the damage done.

Wear the grudge like a crown of negativity.
Calculate what we will or will not tolerate.
Desperate to control all and everything.
Unable to forgive your scarlet lettermen.

Wear your grudge like a crown. Desperate to control.
Unable to forgive. And we're sinking deeper.

Defining, confining, controlling, and we're sinking deeper.

Saturn comes back around to show you everything
Let's you choose what you will not see and then
Drags you down like a stone or lifts you up again
Spits you out like a child, light and innocent.

Saturn comes back around. Lifts you up like a child or
Drags you down like a stone
To consume you till you choose to let this go.

Give away the stone. Let the oceans take and
Transmutate this cold and fated anchor.
Give away the stone. Let the waters kiss and
Transmutate these leaden grudges into gold.
Let go.

(letra daqui)