Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Just in Time *
Let's go
Just in time you've found me just in time
Before you came my time was running low
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go
Now you hear now I know just where I'm going
No more doubt of fear I've found my way
For love came just in time you've found me just in time
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day
Just in time
Before you came my time was running low oh baby
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all crossed nowhere to go
Now you hear now I know just where I'm going
No more doubt of fear I've found my way
For love came just in time you've found me just in time
And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights
And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day
*Eunice Kathleen Waymon
Sugestão da Katwoman
Just in time you've found me just in time
Before you came my time was running low
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all were crossed nowhere to go
Now you hear now I know just where I'm going
No more doubt of fear I've found my way
For love came just in time you've found me just in time
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day
Just in time
Before you came my time was running low oh baby
I was lost the losing dice were tossed
My bridges all crossed nowhere to go
Now you hear now I know just where I'm going
No more doubt of fear I've found my way
For love came just in time you've found me just in time
And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights
And changed my lonely nights and changed my lonely nights
And changed my lonely nights that lucky day
*Eunice Kathleen Waymon
Sugestão da Katwoman
Saturday, November 11, 2006
A enxada
Via na sua face o esculpir do tempo, por montes e vales de rugas, frutos de convulsões, num viver de emoções marcadas e alternadas.
E do corpo, a sua mão. Transfigurada pelos ritmos da força sobre raízes antigas e mastigadas pela lâmina bota.... No cabo marcam-se as pancadas do tempo, como erosão no momento, de uma máquina implacável de ritmos firmes. Encolhido à forma do encaixe. Foi essa a surpresa!.. A obsessão de um jeito perene, marcou a forma de um bordão, onde a esquerda desenha a curva sinuosa e no fim, e ao cabo, cai o redondo da mão.
E foi aí que a encontrei, vazia de garra mas vincada de impressão...
A enxada.
E do corpo, a sua mão. Transfigurada pelos ritmos da força sobre raízes antigas e mastigadas pela lâmina bota.... No cabo marcam-se as pancadas do tempo, como erosão no momento, de uma máquina implacável de ritmos firmes. Encolhido à forma do encaixe. Foi essa a surpresa!.. A obsessão de um jeito perene, marcou a forma de um bordão, onde a esquerda desenha a curva sinuosa e no fim, e ao cabo, cai o redondo da mão.
E foi aí que a encontrei, vazia de garra mas vincada de impressão...
A enxada.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Aevum *
We live in a moment of history where change is so speeded up that we begin to see the present only when it is already disappearing.
R. D. Laing
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R. D. Laing
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À procura do Sagrado #2
Num possível futuro, não tão distante,
o sagrado descobre-se no choro de uma criança...
Para uma imagem para tantas palavras,
contemplem no filme, bem perto daqui:
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
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