segunda-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2008

VIRGO!

You are a Virgo

That ubiquitous newspaper portrait of the tidy Virgo soul with a perfectly balanced bank account and an immaculate bathroom no doubt sends you into fits of cynical laughter. Virgos are generally sadly misinterpreted, and understandably you can get pretty irritated about it, especially if you're the sort of Virgo who is untidy, chaotic and not in the least concerned about whether you arrive at one minute before eight or one minute after.

Discrimination is a Virgo characteristic. So is subtlety of thinking. Black and white perceptions imply a simple universe, and to you the universe is rarely simple. It's more like a huge, boundless jigsaw puzzle, and it can drive you crazy if you're missing a piece or if there isn't a picture on the top of the box showing you how the puzzle should look when it's finished.

But perfectionism - something of which you are often accused - isn't the same as discrimination. To be a perfectionist you have to be idealistic, and Virgo is probably the most realistic sign of the zodiac. You harbour no impossible vision of a perfect utopian world, or even a perfect utopian bathroom. You know your strengths and weaknesses, and you don't indulge in either arrogance or false modesty. You use what comes to hand to create order in your world, and order is at the top of your list of priorities - whether it's order in the material environment, in the realm of ideas, or in mind and body.

Virgos are the great synthesisers of the zodiac. Both your problems and your gifts spring from this deep urge to bring things together, to connect knowledge and experience to form a comprehensible whole. With Mercury, god of intelligence and communication, ruling this sign, naturally you love acquiring knowledge, especially if it's useful. And "useful", like "order", is another important word for Virgo. If something can't be used, you'll discard it with a ruthlessness that can terrify more sentimental signs. Sometimes Virgos throw out romance because it isn't useful.

You're capable of being quite cynical, and you know perfectly well that one has to be clever to survive. If you're going to do something, you'll do it well, from both pride of craftsmanship and a good marketing sense. Idealistic perfection? Hardly. Yet despite this apparent toughness, the impulse to be of service runs strong in you.

Virgos need to feel needed and useful. There's not a lot of ambition in this sign, and your tendency to look for more and more pieces to complete the great jigsaw puzzle of life takes away any propensity for the kind of obsessiveness needed to claw your way ambitiously to the top of the heap. You'd make an excellent advisor or counsellor to those silly enough to have grabbed the throne and subjected themselves to all that trouble. Your work is the thing you let people know first about you, not your secret self. With Virgos, not all the goods are visible in the shop window.

You don't like showing your hand until you know where you stand. You're a student and observer of life rather than a gambler or an entrepreneur. With all that self-containment, naturally the emotional realm can be the trickiest piece of the puzzle. Emotions aren't orderly, and they make you feel vulnerable. All those rituals you love so much are a means of keeping the "dark forces" of your own powerful feelings at bay. Deep within you there's a huge reservoir of sensitivity, romanticism and imaginative vision. Show it? Never. Your apparent coolness and insistence on privacy are a way of protecting yourself against an intolerable sensitivity. All that emphasis on practical reality helps you escape the mystic in your own soul.

You can be detached and even brusque in manner, and no one will ever catch you offering your last pennies to a drunk on the street. More likely you'll deliver a stern lecture about self-help. But this is because you're too acutely, compassionately aware of the human flotsam of life.

Planning for the future can be an obsession with you, because your realism makes it hard for you to trust in life. Yet when you feel secure, you can be the kindest, most gentle and generous of souls, giving freely of your time and skills. You're a complex creature, with many masks and disguises. You've learned your lessons early. But then, it's only realistic.

sexta-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2008

sábado, 6 de dezembro de 2008

I'm Portuguese!



In this movie: Francesco Plazza

domingo, 30 de novembro de 2008

domingo, 23 de novembro de 2008

-4 em NY

ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai...

segunda-feira, 3 de novembro de 2008

Why wont you...



Mercy - Duffy

I love you
but i gotta stay true
my morals got me on my knees
im begging please stop playing games

i dont know what this is
cos you got me good
just like you knew you would

i dont know what you do
but you do it well
I’m under your spell

Chorus
You got me begging you for mercy
why wont you relase me
you got me begging you for mercy
why wont you release me
I said release me

Now you think that i
will be something on the side
but you got to understand
that i need a man
who can take my hand yes i do

i dont know what this is
but you got me good
just like you knew you would

i dont know what you do
but you do it well
I’m under your spell

You got me begging you for mercy
why wont you release me
you got me begging you for mercy
why wont you release me
I said you’d better release yeah yeah yeah

Im begging you for mercy
yes why wont you realse me
im begging you for mercy

you got me begging
you got me begging
you got me begging

Mercy, why wont you realise me
im begging you for mercy
why wont you release me

you got me begging you for mercy
im begging you for mercy
im begging you for mercy
im begging you for mercy
im begging you for mercy

Why wont you release me yeah yeah
break it down

domingo, 2 de novembro de 2008

quinta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2008

segunda-feira, 27 de outubro de 2008

For the good old days, J.

I hope...



Green Eyes

My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend
My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend

I don't care, I swear
I'm too thru with you I am
You don't mean nothing to me
So go ahead and be with your friend

My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend
My eyes are green
Cause I eat a lot of vegetables
It don't have nothing to do with your new friend

I'm insecure
But I can't help it
My mind says move on
My heart let right
But I don't love you any more
I'm so insecure
Never knew that love did this
Ooh, ooh

I can't remember the last time I felt this way
About somebody
You've done something to my mind
And I can't control it
But I don't love you any more
Yes I do, I do
Loving you is wrong baby
Ooh, ooh

La-di-da
Dum-dee-da-da
Dum-didi-da-da-da
Dum-didi-da-dum-di

I'm so confused
You tried to trick me yeah
Ooh, ooh, oh
Never knew that love could hurt like this
Never thought I would but I got dissed
Makes me feel so sad and hurt inside
Feel embarrased so I want to hide
Silly me I thought your love was true
Change my name to Silly E. Badu
Before I heal, it's gonna be a while
I know it's gonna be a while, chile

[ad-libs]

I hope it's not too late
Too late, too late, too late
Feeling insecure
Your love has got me sore
I don't want no more

Oh, oh
It's too late, oh, oh ooh, ooh
I'm sorry I love you
At first when you was cool
You told me you loved me too, ooh
And then you lost your love
And then you lost your love
And then you lost your love
You wanted me to go away
But I can't go
See I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late

Just make love to me
Just one more time and then you'll see
I can't believe I made a desparate plea
Believe me yeah, ye-ah, no, oh
You see I can't leave, it's too late
I can't leave, it's too late
Don't you know, I can't leave, it's too late
Can't go no where, no
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late yeah
Come on babe

Don't you want be strong with me
You told me we could have a family
Want to run to me when you're down and low
But times get tough and there you go
Out the door, you wanna run again
Open your arms and you'll come back in
Wanna run cause you say your afraid, afraid

Never knew what a friendship
Never knew how to really love
You can't be what I need you to
And I don't know what is up with you

I know our love will never be the same
But I can't stand the growing pains

domingo, 26 de outubro de 2008

Sabine is coming!

Please...



This empty room it fills my mind
Freedom it leaves me confined
Every single wall has cracked
But in this life you can't turn back

I don't want to live,
I don't want to live alone
Alone
Alone
Alone

As these words are with my tongue
I question why they're even sung
I have promised but I lied
I don't even know myself inside

I don't want to be,
I don't wanna be here alone
Alone
Alone
Alone

Today and tomorrow have become,
Become one
Every single thing has become none
Human nature is a beast
What I've done the most to show I have the least

Please don't leave me here
Please don't leave me here
Don't you leave me alone
Alone
Alone
Alone

Ben Harper - Alone

Click

Just click to erase everything!

sábado, 25 de outubro de 2008

Sharing different heartbeats

Heartbeats

(The Knife cover)

One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away

Both under influence
We had a divine sense
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief

Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

And you, you knew the hand of the devil
And you, kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats
In one night

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough
for me, no

To call for hands of above
to lean on
Wouldn't be good enough

quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008

"Era tanta a saudade"



Era tanta saudade
É , pra matar
Eu fiquei até doente
Eu fiquei até doente, menina
Se eu ficar na saudade
É , deixa estar
Saudade mata a gente
Saudade mata a gente, menina

Quis saber o que é o desejo
De onde ele vem
Fui até o centro da terra
E é mais além
Procurei uma saída
O amor não tem
Estava ficando louco
Louco, louco de querer bem

Yeah, tum tum tum, tumtumtumtum, yeah...

Mas restou a saudade
É , pra ficar
Ai, eu encarei de frente
Ai, eu encarei de frente, menina
Se eu ficar na saudade
E deixar
Saudade engole a gente
Saudade engole a gente, menina
Quis saber o que é o desejo
De onde ele vem
Fui até o centro da terra
E é bem mais além
Procurei uma saída
O amor não tem
Estava ficando louco
Louco, louco de querer bem
Quis chegar até o limite
De uma paixão
Baldear o oceano
Com a minha mão
Encontrar o sal da vida
E a solidão
Esgotar o apetite
Todo o apetite do coração

Tum tum tum, tumtumtumtum, yeah...

Ai, amor, miragem minha, minha linha do horizonte, é monte atrás de monte, é
monte, a fonte nunca mais que seca
Ai, saudade, inda sou moço, aquele poço não tem fundo, é um mundo e dentro
um mundo e dentro é um mundo que me leva...

Yeah, tum tum tum, tumtumtumtum, yeah...

Seu Jorge e Ana Carolina

domingo, 19 de outubro de 2008

Crosses by Jose Gonzalez



Don't you know that I'll be around to guide you
Through your weakest moments to leave them behind you
Returning nightmares only shadows
We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now
Crosses all over, heavy on your shoulders
The sirens inside you waiting to step forward
Disturbing silence darkens your sight
We'll cast some light and you'll be alright for now
Crosses all over the boulevard
The streets outside your window overflooded
People staring they know you've been broken
Repeatedly reminded by the looks on their faces
Ignore them tonight and you'll be alright
We'll cast some light and you'll be alright

sábado, 18 de outubro de 2008

Ter-ri-ble Speech

I shall never speak again. From now on I will talk with myself. I will be the czar of my thoughts. In my realm, I will be the Maria I, II (The Red), III (The Great) and IV (the Ter-ri-ble). I’ll be the ruler of my world. My thoughts will have thoughts about their own thoughts. And we will live in bliss in our grey bin.
I will clean this fake rain in my brain. No more fuss in my radio brain station. I will wash my sounds over and over again. The sounds will be clear again. Clear. My sounds. My sounds will shine through my blood and create new words. My own a b c. My own do re mi.
I don’t want to talk with you. Or you, or you! Who? Yes you! You talk that talk. Are you deaf? Listen first and then speak. Is it hard?
These are the rules to speak: first you will hear some sounds and you will try to get the idea. Then you will breathe in. You will think of what to say. You will breathe out and talk. You will be nice and kind. I don’t need to hear words that blaze from you. Please don’t belch your sounds into my ears. Your words are not bland. You will not take a free ride in my cab of sounds.
I’ll give you one more bid. One more. Do you want to try? I’ll listen to what you have to say but I am not sure that I will speak back.

Maria Lalande


segunda-feira, 13 de outubro de 2008

sábado, 11 de outubro de 2008

quinta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2008

domingo, 28 de setembro de 2008

For all Jacks: Don't you come back no more!



"You know, I'm going to be on my feet someday"

...

"But..."

sábado, 27 de setembro de 2008

terça-feira, 23 de setembro de 2008

CHANGE!








Barack Obama 2008


We need to change!

segunda-feira, 22 de setembro de 2008

segunda-feira, 15 de setembro de 2008

My Personality

How Rare Is Your Personality?
Source: www.blogthings.com

Your Personality is the Rarest (INFJ)
Your personality type is introspective, principled, self critical, and sensitive.

Only about 2% of all people have your personality - including 3% of all women and around 1% of all men.
You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Judging.

domingo, 14 de setembro de 2008

"Vou continuar a procurar..."





Não consigo dominar
Este estado de ansiedade
A pressa de chegar
P'ra não chegar tarde
Não sei de que é que eu fujo
Será desta solidão
Mas porque é que eu recuso
Quem quer dar-me a mão

Vou continuar a procurar a quem eu me quero dar
Porque até aqui eu só

Quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem não conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem não conheci
Porque eu só quero quem
Quem eu nunca vi

Esta insatisfação
Não consigo compreender
Sempre esta sensação
Que estou a perder
Tenho pressa de sair
Quero sentir ao chegar
Vontade de partir
P'ra outro lugar

Vou continuar a procurar o meu mundo, o meu lugar
Porque até aqui eu só

Estou bem
Aonde não estou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde eu não vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde não estou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde eu não vou
Porque eu só estou bem
Aonde não estou

quinta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2008

Ai Lisboa...

"Que gericoncins salvanor! Cuidam cá que sou eu grou!"

Gil Vicente

domingo, 24 de agosto de 2008

A Trilogia de Nova York - O Quarto Fechado

"Depois, sem qualquer aviso, ambos nos endireitámos , voltámo-nos um para o outro e começámos a beijar-nos. Depois disso, é-me difícil falar do que aconteceu. Estas coisas têm pouco a ver com palavras, tão pouco, na verdade, que parece quase inútil tentar expressá-las. A ter que dizer algo, diria que nos estávamos a afundarmo-nos um no outro, que estávamos a afundarmo-nos tão rapidamente e tão fundo que nada nos deteria. Lá estou eu a recorrer a metáforas. Mas isso é irrelevante. Pois independentemente de eu conseguir falar ou não sobre isso, tal não altera a verdade do que aconteceu. O facto e que nunca houve um beijo assim e duvido que em toda a minha vida possa haver de novo outro beijo assim."

Paul Auster

sábado, 16 de agosto de 2008

terça-feira, 12 de agosto de 2008

domingo, 10 de agosto de 2008

Mary in Wonderland with Álvaro de Campos

"Que sei eu do que serei, eu que não sei o que sou?
Ser o que penso? Mas penso ser tanta coisa!" 

"How should I know what I'll be, I who don't know what I am?
Be what I think? But I think of being so many things!"

Álvaro de Campos

Maria Maria

quarta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2008

"Eu fico pensado em nós dois..."




Caso Sério
Ed Mota
Composição: Rita Lee / Roberto de Carvalho

Eu!
Fico pensando em nós dois
Cada um na sua
Perdidos na cidade nua
Empapuçados de amor
Numa noite de verão
Ai! Que coisa boa
À meia-luz, à sós, à tôa...
Você e eu somos um
Caso Sério
Ao som de um bolero
Dose dupla
Românticos de Cuba
Libre!
Misto-quente
Sanduíche de gente....

terça-feira, 5 de agosto de 2008

segunda-feira, 4 de agosto de 2008

I Lovi iu!

"O Patio das Cantigas" Realizado por Francisco Ribeiro (Ribeirinho)
neste fragmento: Ribeirinho e Maria da Graca

domingo, 3 de agosto de 2008

quinta-feira, 31 de julho de 2008

terça-feira, 8 de julho de 2008

segunda-feira, 7 de julho de 2008

Subway feet







Me, Ahmed and Bashia

domingo, 6 de julho de 2008

1988 - Criei uma moda nova com esta franja

Em todas as ruas te encontro

Em todas as ruas te encontro 
Em todas as ruas te perco 
conheço tão bem o teu corpo 
sonhei tanto a tua figura 
que é de olhos fechados que eu ando
a limitar a tua altura 
e bebo a água e sorvo o ar 
que te atravessou a cintura 
tanto, tão perto, tão real 
que o meu corpo se transfigura 
e toca o seu próprio elemento 
num corpo que já não é seu 
num rio que desapareceu
onde um braço teu me procura  

Em todas as ruas te encontro 
Em todas as ruas te perco                         

Mário Cesariny

segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008

terça-feira, 24 de junho de 2008

Saudades dos meus mosqueteiros!






Falta aqui o mosqueteiro Figueiredo!
Eu sou a princesa...claro!








segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2008

CONTRA A MANHA BURRA - O livro mais esperado do ano!


bons dias,numa tiragem de 200 exemplares em edição de autorfoi impresso o meu primeiro livro de poemas.dá pelo título:

CONTRA A MANHÃ BURRA

haverá, estou em crer, duas apresentações (Lisboa, Almeirim)logo que termine a "silly season", em Setembro.custa 5€ vendido em mão ou nas apresentações (viva a economia paralela!)e não se sabe, para já, se entrará no circuito das livrarias...passem a palavra agradeço-vos

miguel-manso

...

"Keep in mind that I'm an artist and I'm sensitive about my shit"

Erykah Badu

sexta-feira, 6 de junho de 2008

Simplesmente, Maria! Episodio 3 - A carta





















A tao esperada carta!





























Carlo (Carissimo! The Italian) and Hanna (My Korean friend)











Korean Dinner at East Village, my village!

segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2008

sábado, 31 de maio de 2008

sexta-feira, 30 de maio de 2008

segunda-feira, 26 de maio de 2008

domingo, 25 de maio de 2008

Flores para...






... a Virgem de Guadalupe!

Dedicado a todos que trabalharam na peca "Querido, Che"


sábado, 24 de maio de 2008

Casa de banho







A minha banheira tem um olho!


terça-feira, 20 de maio de 2008


"Three people can keep a secret if two of them are dead."

Poor Richard's Almanack by Benjamin Franklin.

sexta-feira, 16 de maio de 2008

Tudo...em tudo - Ano 2007

É indiferente se estou ou não

Purificada neste abismo.

Miragem talvez…

Alimento que fortifica o meu sangue.

Que cria e destrói tudo.

 

Sombra de tudo o que sonhei,

Tudo o que esperei.

Em vão talvez...

Paragem obrigatória do meu ser.

Que anseia pela razão esperada.


quinta-feira, 8 de maio de 2008

22 de Maio...






Para o R. Maria!

Tan tan ran tan, tan tan ran, tan tan ran tan, tan tan ran tan tan!

sexta-feira, 2 de maio de 2008

Laundry Day!



















































































Isto esta a parecer uma fotonovela.
"Simplesmente, maria!Em Nova York!"...uma coisa tipo "Anita..."

quinta-feira, 1 de maio de 2008

quarta-feira, 30 de abril de 2008

Do you want to be my friend?





Ja que nao tenho Fernando Pessoa posso sempre falar com o Jeremiah Lanphier.








NOTA: Ja tenho quarto!

domingo, 27 de abril de 2008

Keep chasing me!







Last Tango in Paris (1973)

*comprei esta fotografia original!!!