'soon this space will be too small and I'll laugh so hard that the walls cave in then I'll die three times and be born again in a little box with a golden key and a flying fish will set me free ... soon this space will be too small and I'll go outside and I'll go outside'... lhasa de sela










[sinner]














Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
I'll take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
I'll take it by your side.



tick - tock, tick - tock, tick - tock
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick – tock




I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all



I...




Take the plan, spin it sideways.


I...




Fall.




Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.


Take the plan, spin it sideways.



Without you, I'm nothing at all.



Placebo (and David Bowie)
























nesta noite estás como anúncio PRECISA-SE na página


gasta da minha pele


Vasco Gato, A prisão e paixão de Egon Schiele







"Fragile
Like a baby in your arms Be gentle with me I'd never willingly
Do you harm Apologies
Are all you seem to get from me
But just like a child You make me smile When you care for me
And you know...
It's a question of lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting What we've built up Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more That keep up together Independence Is still important for us though (we realise) It's easy to make The stupid mistake Of letting go (do you know what I mean)
My weaknesses You know each and every one (it frightens me) But I need to drink More than you seem to think Before I'm anyone's And you know... It's a question of
lust
It's a question of trust
It's a question of not letting
What we've built up
Crumble to dust
It is all of these things and more That keep up together
Kiss me goodbye When I'm on my own But you know that I'd Rather be home..."
















[the little space]









Celine: I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.



Before Sunrise, 1995











[evidentia]





"(...) Quando se atira uma pedra de maneira a que ela roce a superfície da água, a pedra pode fazer alguns leves ricochetes mas, mal pára de saltar, é imediatamente devorada pelas profundezas (...)."

Soren Kierkegaard





hoje, ao ler-Te...






stiller ozean




apeteceu-me deixar ficar a tocar baixinho:










Post editado depois do telefonema que me deixou um "amargo-doce" na boca:

oh tu pá... tu 'táza ouvir o que diz o Jorge ali em baixo? ;)





[a pergunta do Tiago]


a dúvida persiste há anos, a inquietação voltou a instalar-se há meses. o que fazer? trabalhar, trabalhar muito, ocupar a cadência das horas, empurrando a questão "lá para a frente"... e contudo, todas as tentativas de distracção me precipitam para ela.

fim de tarde, torre central da f.c.s.h, 2º andar, sala 6, primeira sessão do curso - leitura do texto “A pergunta do Tiago” de Ann Margaret Sharp:

[Excerto do texto traduzido pela profª Dina Mendonça
«(...) Olho para o professor João que me pergunta,
“Tiago, ouviste alguma coisa da história que eu contei?”
“Não. Estava a pensar na professora Marta”.
“Mas eu já te disse que ela está bem, só que está a tomar conta do bebé dela”.
“Porque é que as pessoas têm bebés?” pergunto-lhe.
“Isso é uma pergunta muito interessante Tiago...” começa a dizer o professor João. (...)»
]

Exercício: que perguntas nos suscita o texto. Uma única, a do Tiago.















hoje venho apenas dizer o quanto VOS QUERO BEM ;)


"Tudo o que vi, estou a partilhar contigo.

O que não vivi, hei-de inventar contigo".




a black version of Google?!

saving energy and being more environmentally friendly :)




«How is Blackle saving energy?
Blackle saves energy because the screen is predominantly black. "Image displayed is primarily a function of the user's color settings and desktop graphics, as well as the color and size of open application windows; a given monitor requires more power to display a white (or light) screen than a black (or dark) screen." Roberson et al, 2002
In January 2007 a blog post titled Black Google Would Save 750 Megawatt-hours a Year proposed the theory that a black version of the Google search engine would save a fair bit of energy due to the popularity of the search engine. Since then there has been skepticism about the significance of the energy savings that can be achieved and the cost in terms of readability of black web pages.
We believe that there is value in the concept because even if the energy savings are small, they all add up. Secondly we feel that seeing Blackle every time we load our web browser reminds us that we need to keep taking small steps to save energy.



How can you help?
We encourage you to set Blackle as your home page. This way every time you load your Internet browser you will save a little bit of energy. Remember every bit counts! You will also be reminded about the need to save energy each time you see the Blackle page load.
Help us spread the word about Blackle by telling your friends and family to set it as their home page. If you have a blog then give us a mention. Or put the following text in your email signature: "Blackle.com - Saving energy one search at a time".
There are a lot of great web sites about saving energy and being more environmentally friendly. They are full of great tips covering the little things that we can all do to make a difference today. Try Blackling "energy saving tips" or visit
treehugger.com a great blog dedicated to environmental awareness.»
















Outside
The circus gathering
Moved silently along the rainswept boulevard.
The procession moved on the shouting is over.
The fabulous freaks are leaving town.


They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye.
The carinval is over.




















um exagero...






da maior demonstração de carinho à mais pequena desatenção.
da maior à menor expectativa.


tudo em mim, assiduamente, se torna exageradamente exagerado.