05/06 V


[do blog das meninas para o borras]

Agora que 2005 começa a acabar, que o dia ameaça chover, que o trabalho se acumula, que eu tenho a mania de fazer balanços, que... enfim...fica Bill Withers, melancolico que até dói, para os participantes e visitantes deste blogue. Espero combinar encontros convosco em 2006. Sonhemos ent?o com mesas de café em tranquilas tardes.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and she's always gone too long
Anytime she goes away

Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gonna stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime she goes away


And I know, I know...


Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness everyday
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home
anytime she goes away


ps.: ric, devias fazer um filme para esta música :)

posted by .j. @ 12:04 da tarde, ,




05/06 IV



[Robert Walser]

posted by .j. @ 5:39 da tarde, ,




05/06 III



[Robert Musil]

posted by .j. @ 4:49 da tarde, ,




05/06 II



[W.G.Sebald]

posted by .j. @ 10:18 da manhã, ,




05/06 I


[Rainer Maria Rilke no Hotel Biron, em Paris]

posted by .j. @ 10:04 da manhã, ,




Natal?

Quando chego ao ponto de receber um coelho, com um cesto de ovos, vestido de Pai Natal, é porque alguma coisa nao está bem. Nao pode estar bem.

posted by .j. @ 10:33 da manhã, ,




o primeiro


[autor desconhecido]

é natal tambem por isto: o patrao paga o jantar.

posted by .j. @ 12:29 da tarde, ,




imitaçao de um post tipo amigo brasil com dica de ricfortune

http://www.jonalden.com/rosten/montereyweb.mov

posted by .j. @ 3:13 da tarde, ,


http://www.danielblaufuks.com/

posted by Bruno @ 12:10 da manhã, ,




Let it Snow



[roubado ao blog das meninas, que, por sua vez, o roubou aocontra-indicado]

posted by .j. @ 10:20 da manhã, ,




Old man dying

When I was young,

I played with toys,

Saw cartoons at first crack of dawn,

Wished for cakes and dreamed of horses,

The world was not my concern,

Life or death something I’d never heard of.

Then I grew into a teenager,

Thought of girls and played with myself,

Watched TV all day long,

Wished for money and dreamed of fame,

The world was still not my concern (although it did hate me),

I believed I knew all about life and would never face death.

Later I became a man,

Got married and still played with myself,

Worked all day long and watched soap operas in the evening,

Wished for a bigger car and dreamed of young women,

The world was mine to keep,

But I wanted more in my life and feared death.

Now I’m an old man dying,

I piss my pants and need to be bathed,

I sit all day doing nothing,

Wishing for a relative I can’t remember to come and visit me,

The world hides from me,

I have no life, so I long for death…

posted by O Estranho @ 10:19 da tarde, ,



um dos melhores pintores de super-heróis que acho que vale a pena conhecer:
http://www.alexrossart.com

posted by Ricardo Fortunato @ 6:08 da tarde, ,




dias em que apetece-me... nem sei bem o que


[ fotografia da Joana - nao da .joana. dona deste blogue :) ]

posted by Ricardo Fortunato @ 11:30 da tarde, ,




dias em que apetece-me-te a casa*


Foto de .j. | 26 Nov'05

posted by .j. @ 4:30 da tarde, ,