tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10914741070276601692024-03-05T12:12:21.065+00:00DREAMS. WISHES. AND PRAGMATIC TRUTHSMaria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-46850841212024350962011-07-04T23:22:00.000+01:002011-07-04T23:23:15.255+01:00nightness<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >E a noite hoje mostra-se tão vazia. Não há lua, não há céu, não há solo.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >A noite está negra. A noite está infinitamente negra. Não existe gravidade e muito menos algum sentido aparente que elucide caminhos a tomar. Os objectos movem-se a uma intensidade exaustiva, e no entanto não se vêm. A noite abafa a sua forma visível aos olhos e só nos é permitido senti-los quando embatem ferozmente contra os nossos corpos. Os nossos corpos estão cegos e sedentos. Falecem constantemente e o que os mantém acesos são as almas. As almas deambulam pela noite como fantasmas. Nada mais parecem, aos olhos da noite, do que manchas de pó. Manchas de pó flutuantes em busca de um repouso onde se possam desfazer eternamente, desprovidos de infortúnios. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>A noite?</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; line-height: 18px; font-size: medium; "><i>A noite não existe.</i></span></p>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-11122248717076570352011-03-04T18:45:00.004+00:002011-07-04T23:33:15.540+01:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwmLwKpR8bPjg5LgZ4WRbWksk2FhdFWyQvWAiWnSVQQ-3enL01XH65ZxyL_wfe67HxiYhxSsrFuPw7ou8C_rNzf-wneeYvk3MJ8WIz6bJF49jZPFthG5IPzQkW8o-ZGGLOSUNBIg1HCIU/s1600/DSCF1504.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwmLwKpR8bPjg5LgZ4WRbWksk2FhdFWyQvWAiWnSVQQ-3enL01XH65ZxyL_wfe67HxiYhxSsrFuPw7ou8C_rNzf-wneeYvk3MJ8WIz6bJF49jZPFthG5IPzQkW8o-ZGGLOSUNBIg1HCIU/s400/DSCF1504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580298842379901442" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJZ0wy4V8jhpx5xf1PuyRvvKxIvENSSgUx0CsCDptqQWJRjL3HcXQQXnQERG5BS3JYc2A8tZRtdrPZ1tmPx61SZxNeFBLfNMIHYGs2bh9zuaXO8Kd43oI4wDMRRRJ8IkRrehZX8aa59wqX/s1600/DSCF1504.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a></div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">'ve been there before,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">And I'll try it again.</span></div><div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">But any fool knows</span></div><div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">That there's no way to win.</span></div></span></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-20150104943892380172011-02-03T21:51:00.005+00:002011-07-04T23:50:27.603+01:00Black Swan.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsuhnBs_Kkh5b9QIUeVXnJ0mEVqu-Qx4EMjdfyw4y87qq5Vyt3JWkSlMF7GzGqG1x0c2N-pkMOnIBkiOWpbqlL3D7ZyZEdG9PpHAOEKMfKYTH4fnzDJJ3MMaUqZ7wPC9afaYUhL1qbjrP/s1600/Black+Swan+%252817%2529%2527.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsuhnBs_Kkh5b9QIUeVXnJ0mEVqu-Qx4EMjdfyw4y87qq5Vyt3JWkSlMF7GzGqG1x0c2N-pkMOnIBkiOWpbqlL3D7ZyZEdG9PpHAOEKMfKYTH4fnzDJJ3MMaUqZ7wPC9afaYUhL1qbjrP/s320/Black+Swan+%252817%2529%2527.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625633136645393794" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>"It's about a girl who gets turned into a swan and she needs love to break the spell, but her prince falls for the wrong girl so she kills herself."</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Black Swan (2010). Darren Aronofsky, Natalie Portman, Mika Kunis, Vincent Cassel.</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-1874552377531903302011-02-02T20:51:00.004+00:002011-02-02T21:02:14.620+00:00...what a glorious feeling!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSoS7AM0feaknobu4z9oOkzrTLZm-rK1xpk2THeKhclVEJdb0aL0rgTBViy-3q6uIpGwZvxW6dJd1TRgd30YCrixUe7B0ozXSdy37p4xC6_5Wlks6eVF6kiHBu2NYT3U4fKZqWbpdRTob/s1600/sgn.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOSoS7AM0feaknobu4z9oOkzrTLZm-rK1xpk2THeKhclVEJdb0aL0rgTBViy-3q6uIpGwZvxW6dJd1TRgd30YCrixUe7B0ozXSdy37p4xC6_5Wlks6eVF6kiHBu2NYT3U4fKZqWbpdRTob/s320/sgn.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569199059949005538" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="text-align: center; display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>"I'm singing in the rain,</i></span></div></i></span></div></i></span></div></i></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>Just singin' in the rain!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>What a glorious feeling</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>I'm happy again...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>I'm laughing at clouds,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>So dark up above!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>The sun's in my heart,</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i>And I'm ready for love...!"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; ">Singing In The Rain (1952). Um filme de Stanley Donen e Gene Kelly.</div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; ">Com Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds, Donald O'Connor.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Magnífico!</div></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></span></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-66269920256418334372010-12-22T00:58:00.000+00:002010-12-22T01:00:33.076+00:00<span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>i</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>m</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>u</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>n</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>d</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>o</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>.</i></span></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-74106249668110603082010-12-17T20:10:00.001+00:002010-12-17T20:13:38.609+00:00Jonas Mekas, 2000.<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhmZ7C-oXDY?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XhmZ7C-oXDY?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-81112249726212400122010-12-05T18:44:00.001+00:002010-12-05T18:46:19.348+00:00<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span">TIME</span> <span class="Apple-style-span">TO</span> <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>LEARN</b>.</span> <span class="Apple-style-span">TIME</span> <span class="Apple-style-span">TO</span> <span class="Apple-style-span"><b>GROW</b>.</span></span>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-49895067011544355162010-12-01T23:13:00.007+00:002010-12-02T00:32:39.017+00:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I sense there's something in the wind</span></span></span></span></i></span></div></span></i></span></div></span></i></span></div></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span">That feels like tragedy's at hand<br />And though I'd like to stand by him<br />Can't shake this feeling that I have<br />The worst is just around the bend</span></i></span></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">And will we ever end up together?<br />No, I think not, it's never to become.<br />For I am not the one...</span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopBi27vtDIUR-Hbts6eci6NQsSe1kZumnjy8M1F0cf6GhVkkL0DnxICrDQ4vhAv7KpblIBFrfkyg7ANuM5ulpmZYPsqJ1uodL4jWS7eVFzBxQjuALXqSp1k8oiPyX5d4E4PKI1xrTGhb6/s320/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo%252B.png" style="float:left; 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font-style: normal; "><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; font-style: normal; "><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; font-style: normal; "><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; font-style: normal; "><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; font-style: normal; "><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span">...</span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span">I'd like to join you by your side</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">Where we can gaze into the stars</span><br />And sit together, now and forever<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">For it is plain as anyone can see</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">We're simply meant to be.</span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEExvWpSprpapnkaFFy91qFizr0UOZ1z6KLunou_kenf6YZS95rG7ocQlA_Ou0HZMYAIi6f_n6EiqZeAGFiNKFmUn9Zur4zTdGIkl9vByRqaXCTx1Ys_4kPJ1qjq43RorJFrk_UpQHbRl_/s400/-%2527-.png" style="float:left; 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"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, Geneva, Kalimati, sans-serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 33px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The Nightmare Before Christmas</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (1993). </span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 33px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 33px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Directed by Henry Selick, Produced by Tim Burton. </span></span></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-60181242993426250212010-11-28T05:24:00.002+00:002010-12-04T16:10:37.841+00:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black; mso-fareast-language:PT"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Estou hoje lúcido como se não existisse. Meu pensamento é em claro como um esqueleto, sem os trapos carnais da ilusão de exprimir. E estas considerações, que formo e abandono, não nasceram de coisa alguma – de coisa alguma, pelo menos, que me esteja na plateia da consciência.<o:p></o:p></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;color:black; mso-fareast-language:PT"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i> Talvez aquela desilusão do caixeiro de praça com a rapariga que tinha, talvez qualquer frase lida nos casos amorosos que os jornais transcrevem dos estrangeiros, talvez até uma vaga náusea que trago comigo e me não expeli fisicamente...</i></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="color: black; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><b>Bernardo Soares</b></i></span></span></p>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-51401595723785053352010-11-24T23:27:00.004+00:002010-11-24T23:34:04.287+00:00I have a smile on my face, I walk down the lane with a happy refrain. just singing, singing in the rain.<div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxgbzW5qbqygwUKvpv_Z59kwbcj5h-8oRhzwecYLKmD91yK6KEuPiBrFznLW1yyD5zxliFp1zbu8rdEgLH0O89dMqYQ5XuXM0cYE8zPCeS1bbcBF2V7ri9nBUd-QvEw7uNQa7KdWvC3yi/s400/aclockworkorange.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543262211687270914" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Stanley Kubrick's<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0066921/"> <i>A Clockwork Orange</i></a> 1971</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-19515416630608641612010-11-19T23:45:00.001+00:002010-11-20T00:13:57.790+00:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>O que me persegue na realidade constatada não se compara ao subconsciente activamente insano; onde insistes em corroer as barreiras com toda a robustez que te faz restar. E com ela consomes o pouco de júbilo que me sobeja.</i></span></p>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-64415959809762034492010-11-18T23:34:00.003+00:002010-11-18T23:40:52.046+00:00dne eht<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>This is the end</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>My only friend, the end</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Of our elaborate plans, the end</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Of everything that stands, the end</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>No safety or surprise, the end</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'll never look into your eyes...again</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Can you picture what will be</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>So limitless and free</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Desperately in need of some...stranger's hand</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>In a...desperate land?</i></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 3px; height: 32px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><b>Jim Morrison.</b></i></span></span></div></span>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-70794549253727883602010-11-08T23:22:00.004+00:002010-11-08T23:52:54.193+00:00insomnia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QyxkfnDYbtT1BbwuwtujyY_ZvRiX8T7G3RsjpyfENkpsLyYM7bNVjLw1KmJzc_jWPo0jnOqsiTBXU5-cjn6rM3W55MsmYrnzDRrMkQ0Ce_lIpEuBSWZySXgF5HHAF0aXHsFeyWb6dNGG/s1600/DSCF1678.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3QyxkfnDYbtT1BbwuwtujyY_ZvRiX8T7G3RsjpyfENkpsLyYM7bNVjLw1KmJzc_jWPo0jnOqsiTBXU5-cjn6rM3W55MsmYrnzDRrMkQ0Ce_lIpEuBSWZySXgF5HHAF0aXHsFeyWb6dNGG/s320/DSCF1678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537324991835773890" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">e se em vez de, esquivo e incógnito, te deambulares pelos meus assombrosos pesadelos te quedasses algures longinquamente?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">qual sossego inalcançável.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-54920330266906910252010-11-08T00:52:00.000+00:002010-11-08T00:54:07.096+00:0037. Coisa arrojada a um canto, trapo caído na estrada, meu ser ignóbil ante a vida finge-se.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdWPg1rwIVTPSdtrzRbctffjHYJswtcMvCamt3748S6LmCyMvDdXeNzbHcHgB6Mx4-cpG6__d0Zsbxea0I4u99wjcUoBIFdiWU-GtKH4emXEvO_4GBSgTD9LSbW8HFy6OLf8-I-hv9SKN/s1600/DSCF1681_'.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdWPg1rwIVTPSdtrzRbctffjHYJswtcMvCamt3748S6LmCyMvDdXeNzbHcHgB6Mx4-cpG6__d0Zsbxea0I4u99wjcUoBIFdiWU-GtKH4emXEvO_4GBSgTD9LSbW8HFy6OLf8-I-hv9SKN/s400/DSCF1681_'.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536975629026224530" /></a>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-28427217925859451292010-11-06T12:35:00.000+00:002010-11-06T12:36:07.312+00:00quando eu morrer.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>vai ser um belo dia<br />meu amor vais ver<br />vai ser tão calmo<br />vai ser lindo de morrer<br /><br />e à minha volta tudo vai ter luz<br />essa que é meu desejo ter<br />e como um truque de uma insólita magia<br />trazendo o nosso amor de volta à luz do dia<br />quando eu morrer<br />meu amor eu fico vivo nos teus gestos e em teu riso<br />por isso nunca deixes de sorrir<br />pois para o nosso amor viver é só o que é preciso</i></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>Manel Cruz.</i></span></span></span></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-4948202418005689782010-11-04T21:50:00.007+00:002010-11-04T21:54:09.657+00:00<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">pergunto-me<i> </i></span></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">se<b> </b><span class="Apple-style-span">saberás onde procurar o clarão quando tiveres as tíbias embebidas em limo.</span></span></span></i></span></p>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-3864732755682241122010-11-03T21:37:00.005+00:002010-11-04T22:19:16.466+00:00sleeping beauty. 1959.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC0ih98QOHp64EbifHf5o5NyeBrZWgONg3cxCAhH3jcEh115h0SivTun7-UO4bp4-Elt_Yli2rNBH05Yp7BRHK0y0vgyuw5iPpD-wgNrojtTalpdxqeVJJOBQlAK7KWrJ32NjiCnGjt2F/s1600/aurora.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaC0ih98QOHp64EbifHf5o5NyeBrZWgONg3cxCAhH3jcEh115h0SivTun7-UO4bp4-Elt_Yli2rNBH05Yp7BRHK0y0vgyuw5iPpD-wgNrojtTalpdxqeVJJOBQlAK7KWrJ32NjiCnGjt2F/s320/aurora.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535822571392640434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uCT7-RwmO7mjSWYy6Xc85wMIFl311EdVey8ts2KwJOe1PMp7Sn31blTy2Iovolvw9PXT_9nGZ2LNesN4v_IswI5mMgB_MnDXMRU0hhjUPCbqtQWNBbR0VmVBn0CzcJ-ai-E67Pspy3GT/s1600/aurora.jpg"><br /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">'num sonho bonito que eu sonhei...'</span></span></span></span></i></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-85942019485561094462010-10-31T05:15:00.006+00:002010-10-31T15:09:40.945+00:00«»<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">é assim que me distorço durante o sonho. estranhamente encontro ruas errantes no meio de cidades falecidas, decadentes. a cada passo me pareço mais afundada; oculta. o pó dá lugar à presença, subitamente. e é então que contemplo algo ilusório. ilude-me de uma provável paixão que me torna um pouco mais íntegra.</span> </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>...intelectualização inconsciente. </i></span><i><br /></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-42651966834497314522010-10-27T19:03:00.001+01:002010-10-27T19:06:18.188+01:00284. artífices da morbidez<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimQRJx57DCems441RjdEtmdBFz4REvKRpJFzcbJtsWJM5Bk0as6dwHmiEF4PsnuSPRZxvrnTOE41LnXWRV6swVYvZ8COUsWNFpBAUqV7Y2yIFagHFDwdt6f5ga5SAAcd8hzmxu3HQUiJ9/s1600/DSCF1511-12.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhimQRJx57DCems441RjdEtmdBFz4REvKRpJFzcbJtsWJM5Bk0as6dwHmiEF4PsnuSPRZxvrnTOE41LnXWRV6swVYvZ8COUsWNFpBAUqV7Y2yIFagHFDwdt6f5ga5SAAcd8hzmxu3HQUiJ9/s400/DSCF1511-12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532788596714150466" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">18h52min</span></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-81324295508173234612010-10-20T22:53:00.002+01:002011-07-05T00:04:07.636+01:00105. estética da abdicação<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMVUJwCRzDcWv5VTTIneElYu_sZfwYLeT4W9I1YbUby76YCvw2xcIV8KhsSYT1gqvawl-PeMWk7E7IeErzjqXAvFrZBk6y_tRJyf1-dbDdEIELhxRKHeqoFLysvoYG-XkpJTczYw5Gpis/s1600/3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMVUJwCRzDcWv5VTTIneElYu_sZfwYLeT4W9I1YbUby76YCvw2xcIV8KhsSYT1gqvawl-PeMWk7E7IeErzjqXAvFrZBk6y_tRJyf1-dbDdEIELhxRKHeqoFLysvoYG-XkpJTczYw5Gpis/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625636794536763346" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">18h27min.</span>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-67496689385249503952010-10-18T22:43:00.000+01:002010-10-18T22:44:18.882+01:00a noite é muito escura.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 12px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 12px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 12px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 12px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(...)</span></span></span></div>Mas agora só me importa a luz da janela dele.<br />Apesar de a luz estar ali por ele a ter acendido,<br />A luz é a realidade imediata para mim.<br />Eu nunca passo para além da realidade imediata.<br />Para além da realidade imediata não há nada.<br />Se eu, de onde estou, só vejo aquela luz,<br />Em relação à distância onde estou há só aquela luz.<br />O homem e a família dele são reais do lado de lá da janela.<br />Eu estou do lado de cá, a uma grande distância.<br />A luz apagou-se.<br />Que me importa que o homem continue a existir?<br /><br /></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Alberto Caeiro, in "Poemas Inconjuntos"</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-60084360053473619412010-10-15T21:19:00.004+01:002011-07-05T00:08:48.355+01:00«»<div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A envolvência das almas é petrificante. A intensidade da atmosfera sobe exponencialmente num luar que enlouquece quem não tem alguém a quem se possa aprisionar.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">E que paixão será esta loucamente ambígua.</span></span></b></i></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></span></span></i></p></div>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-24187539474556406202010-10-12T21:08:00.000+01:002010-10-12T21:09:25.673+01:00you seem to believe...<i>...you belong to somebody else.</i>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-13926915325417508982010-10-06T23:47:00.001+01:002010-10-06T23:49:00.979+01:00tu continuas à espera do melhor que já não vem. e a esperança foi encontrada antes de ti por alguém.<object width="280" height="185"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzhLamrxacE?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzhLamrxacE?fs=1&hl=pt_PT&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="280" height="185"></embed></object>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091474107027660169.post-30267147467713518622010-10-05T23:17:00.000+01:002010-10-05T23:19:29.505+01:00*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; ">15.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"> Conquistei, palmo a pequeno palmo, o terreno interior que nascera meu. Reclamei, espaço a pequeno espaço, o pântano em que me quedara nulo. Pari meu ser infinito, mas tirei-me a ferros de mim mesmo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Livro do Desassossego. Bernardo Soares (f.p)</i></span></div></span>Maria Joãohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12706236621271351586noreply@blogger.com0