That the Kings Of Convenience are good, we already know.
I even posted some of their songs here a while ago...
actually they were 2 from the Kings Of Convenience (this one and this one) and another one from the Whitest Boy Alive, Erlend Øye working solo (this one).
however, the problem about these good bands is that, for technical and physiological reasons (lol), it's just not possible to create new music every day.
therefore we start listening to other playlists, other music styles, other sounds and concerts, bands… and then, if they are not so well known, we forget to keep on checking for new things from those bands, bands that once played a lot on our mp3.
but yesterday my reminder finally came. Went to BicicletAzul's blog and voila: a new song from the Kings was there, waiting to be listened to.
and well,… of course I went (right away) to check for more from the new album.
and found this…
Kings of Convenience - Me In You
…and yes, it's good, veeery good!
Friday, 20 November 2009
Tuesday, 17 November 2009
our yesterday (before yesterday) afternoon...
i.e,
e as saudades que eu já tinha da minh'alegre casinha tão modesta quanto eu!!!
(something that we miss, something that we sang because we miss.)
ps - welll... I know I know. but at least the players played well and managed to save the song. haha
e as saudades que eu já tinha da minh'alegre casinha tão modesta quanto eu!!!
(something that we miss, something that we sang because we miss.)
ps - welll... I know I know. but at least the players played well and managed to save the song. haha
Saturday, 14 November 2009
weekend without makeup
I like relaxed weekends, to wake up late in the morning and stay in bed till lunch time, sort of dreaming, sort of awake.
then get up, eat an apple, dress really quickly, take my bike, my hat as well and go to the market to buy fish, vegetables and chestnuts.
ah, and also to discuss the prices with the indian guys thet sell fruits in the stands.
"5 euros for only 1kg?? too much..."
"how much miss give?"
"in portugal it's 3"
"but to go portugal need airplane first."
;)
ps - Weekend Without Makeup - The Long Blondes
then get up, eat an apple, dress really quickly, take my bike, my hat as well and go to the market to buy fish, vegetables and chestnuts.
ah, and also to discuss the prices with the indian guys thet sell fruits in the stands.
"5 euros for only 1kg?? too much..."
"how much miss give?"
"in portugal it's 3"
"but to go portugal need airplane first."
;)
ps - Weekend Without Makeup - The Long Blondes
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
The way I take… the run (a)way…
It’s close by, really close by...
It’s so close that sometimes it's difficult to remain inside the office and think of how unbearably close it really is.
It is normally my morning partner... running with me, or walking, or stopping, depending on my mood, on me, on everything around.
it runs with me together with the sun rising on the horizon, the clouds aligned as fog, some seagulls here, footsteps there, 1001 shells everywhere.
it walks with me together with the smell of the sea, the glances and the gentle breeze coming from the water and the noise of the waves crumbling on the golden sand.
it stops me once in a while (quite often lately) when the angry rain and the cold wind suddenly burst into life.
and that’s why it is so peacefully simple, so tempestuously beautiful, so something to run for.
It’s so close that sometimes it's difficult to remain inside the office and think of how unbearably close it really is.
It is normally my morning partner... running with me, or walking, or stopping, depending on my mood, on me, on everything around.
it runs with me together with the sun rising on the horizon, the clouds aligned as fog, some seagulls here, footsteps there, 1001 shells everywhere.
it walks with me together with the smell of the sea, the glances and the gentle breeze coming from the water and the noise of the waves crumbling on the golden sand.
it stops me once in a while (quite often lately) when the angry rain and the cold wind suddenly burst into life.
and that’s why it is so peacefully simple, so tempestuously beautiful, so something to run for.
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
to you...
Today I woke up at 8 o´clock having had no insomnias in the middle of the night. It was good for a change.
I woke up really in the nick of time...
“oh god, I am late!”
And I jumped from the bed. I stumbled before putting on the slippers and ran to the shower, without time, without thinking, without realizing what woke me up.
The water started to fall and, although I was late, I got under it only when it was really warm.
It is so cold here now!
And I relaxed… to then really awake. I awoke for one more routine, I awoke to go to work. I awoke as I do every day, I simply awoke…
and I remembered… I remembered the dream that woke me up and which I didn’t want to finish. I remembered that I didn’t want to wake up.
In the dream me and my brother, Nuno, maybe 20 years younger, were playing in the balcony of a house, my house, but the dutch one, the one I didn’t grow up in, the one from which I am writing now.
We were seating in the plastic chairs that I have outside and had put aside the clothes hanger, so that we had space.
And me, the grown up inês, was in my room observing us outside as we were abstracted, lost in hugs, in laughs.
He was tickling me and I was giggling, he was grabbing me and I was running away.
And while me and nuno (the little ones) were having fun outside, at my room's door, he, at the same time, was looking inside the house, to me (the older me); and smiling...
I woke up when he blinked his eye at me, as if saying “I am here”.
...
I know you are.
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para ti...
hoje acordei ás 8h sem nenhuma insónia a meio da noite. Foi bom para variar...
Acordei em cima da hora...
“ai meu deus tou atrasada!”
E saltei da cama. tropeçei antes de calçar os chinelos e corri para o duche, sem tempo, sem pensar, sem me dar conta do que me despertou.
A água corria e, ainda que atrasada, entrei só quando já me parecia bem quente.
Está tanto frio agora!
E relaxei... para então realmente acordar. Acordei para mais uma rotina, acordei para ir trabalhar. Acordei como faço todos os dias, acordei simplesmente...
e lembrei-me... lembrei-me do sonho que me despertou e que não queria que acabasse, lembrei-me que não queria acordar.
No sonho eu e o meu irmao, Nuno, com menos uns 20 anos, brincávamos na varanda de uma casa, que era a minha, mas a holandesa, esta onde eu não cresci, este onde escrevo agora.
Estávamos sentados nas cadeiras de plástico que tenho lá fora e tinhamos desviado o estendal para termos espaço para estar.
E eu, a inês crescida, estava no meu quarto a observar-nos lá fora, infantis, perdidos em abraços, em sorrisos.
ele a fazer-me cócigas e eu a rir, ele a agarrar-me e eu a fugir.
E enquanto eu e o nuno, novinhos, nos divertia-mos lá fora, à porta do meu quarto, ele, ao mesmo tempo, olhava para dentro de casa, para mim, a inês grande, e sorria...
acordei com ele a piscar-me o olho, como se me dissesse “estou aqui”.
...
eu sei que estás.
I woke up really in the nick of time...
“oh god, I am late!”
And I jumped from the bed. I stumbled before putting on the slippers and ran to the shower, without time, without thinking, without realizing what woke me up.
The water started to fall and, although I was late, I got under it only when it was really warm.
It is so cold here now!
And I relaxed… to then really awake. I awoke for one more routine, I awoke to go to work. I awoke as I do every day, I simply awoke…
and I remembered… I remembered the dream that woke me up and which I didn’t want to finish. I remembered that I didn’t want to wake up.
In the dream me and my brother, Nuno, maybe 20 years younger, were playing in the balcony of a house, my house, but the dutch one, the one I didn’t grow up in, the one from which I am writing now.
We were seating in the plastic chairs that I have outside and had put aside the clothes hanger, so that we had space.
And me, the grown up inês, was in my room observing us outside as we were abstracted, lost in hugs, in laughs.
He was tickling me and I was giggling, he was grabbing me and I was running away.
And while me and nuno (the little ones) were having fun outside, at my room's door, he, at the same time, was looking inside the house, to me (the older me); and smiling...
I woke up when he blinked his eye at me, as if saying “I am here”.
...
I know you are.
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para ti...
hoje acordei ás 8h sem nenhuma insónia a meio da noite. Foi bom para variar...
Acordei em cima da hora...
“ai meu deus tou atrasada!”
E saltei da cama. tropeçei antes de calçar os chinelos e corri para o duche, sem tempo, sem pensar, sem me dar conta do que me despertou.
A água corria e, ainda que atrasada, entrei só quando já me parecia bem quente.
Está tanto frio agora!
E relaxei... para então realmente acordar. Acordei para mais uma rotina, acordei para ir trabalhar. Acordei como faço todos os dias, acordei simplesmente...
e lembrei-me... lembrei-me do sonho que me despertou e que não queria que acabasse, lembrei-me que não queria acordar.
No sonho eu e o meu irmao, Nuno, com menos uns 20 anos, brincávamos na varanda de uma casa, que era a minha, mas a holandesa, esta onde eu não cresci, este onde escrevo agora.
Estávamos sentados nas cadeiras de plástico que tenho lá fora e tinhamos desviado o estendal para termos espaço para estar.
E eu, a inês crescida, estava no meu quarto a observar-nos lá fora, infantis, perdidos em abraços, em sorrisos.
ele a fazer-me cócigas e eu a rir, ele a agarrar-me e eu a fugir.
E enquanto eu e o nuno, novinhos, nos divertia-mos lá fora, à porta do meu quarto, ele, ao mesmo tempo, olhava para dentro de casa, para mim, a inês grande, e sorria...
acordei com ele a piscar-me o olho, como se me dissesse “estou aqui”.
...
eu sei que estás.
Sunday, 8 November 2009
I love it...
...when the sun is shining outside in a winter afternoon.
...when I unexpectedly find good songs in the computer, lost in the middle of the thousand playlists that I still haven’t listened to.
Beth Orton - Stolen Car
...
...
gonna go for a walk now, with me and my music.
bye =)
...when I unexpectedly find good songs in the computer, lost in the middle of the thousand playlists that I still haven’t listened to.
Beth Orton - Stolen Car
...
...
gonna go for a walk now, with me and my music.
bye =)
a late saturday night, an early dawning sunday
almost 4 o´clock in the morning...
and I am doing nothing.
have just arrived from a not so long evening...
from a not so long day.
cannot see the moon from the window...
and cannot sleep as well.
but it's dark
the sky is clean
the weather silent, serene.
and I am here...
just doing nothing...
just resting from a not so tiring night
from 24 quiet and not so long hours.
eating chocolate
drinking a cinnamon tea
and listening to pieces of something
that I love Not less and less...
Kaiser Chiefs - Everyday I Love You Less and Less
and I am doing nothing.
have just arrived from a not so long evening...
from a not so long day.
cannot see the moon from the window...
and cannot sleep as well.
but it's dark
the sky is clean
the weather silent, serene.
and I am here...
just doing nothing...
just resting from a not so tiring night
from 24 quiet and not so long hours.
eating chocolate
drinking a cinnamon tea
and listening to pieces of something
that I love Not less and less...
Kaiser Chiefs - Everyday I Love You Less and Less
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Monday, 2 November 2009
momentos de silêncio
no último ano escutei-o pouco, mas conheci-o ao menos... na radar, no viriato, durante conduções noturnas por ruas das sete colinas, nas minhas passagens por portugal.
era um senhor calmo, muito calmo... ouvia-se, sentia-se.
e oferecia sempre momentos pacíficos de palavras breves seguidas de músicas sentidas.
ele vivia cada faixa que punha... cada nota, cada som. e eu sentia isso na serenidade da sua voz antes e depois da música tocar.
não o conhecia bem, nem conheço bem.
lembro-me de numa dessas vezes ao volante pensar que gostava de o ter ouvido noutras alturas, em passagens nos 70's, 80´s e 90´s. só para ver como era, como seria a sua música nesses tempos.
seria a mesma música de certo, mas diferente.
e também nos tempos mais recentes em que ele foi lobo na comercial, donde já conhecia o seu nome.
*antónio sérgio, 1950-2009
(...)
não sei o que mais dizer...
(...)
...talvez seja melhor não dizer mais nada.
era um senhor calmo, muito calmo... ouvia-se, sentia-se.
e oferecia sempre momentos pacíficos de palavras breves seguidas de músicas sentidas.
ele vivia cada faixa que punha... cada nota, cada som. e eu sentia isso na serenidade da sua voz antes e depois da música tocar.
não o conhecia bem, nem conheço bem.
lembro-me de numa dessas vezes ao volante pensar que gostava de o ter ouvido noutras alturas, em passagens nos 70's, 80´s e 90´s. só para ver como era, como seria a sua música nesses tempos.
seria a mesma música de certo, mas diferente.
e também nos tempos mais recentes em que ele foi lobo na comercial, donde já conhecia o seu nome.
*antónio sérgio, 1950-2009(...)
não sei o que mais dizer...
(...)
...talvez seja melhor não dizer mais nada.
Friday, 30 October 2009
e pronto...
(something portuguese, sorry...)
...mais uma história minha que vai passar na antena 1. =)
e é boa a sensação, pois para alguém que está longe das terras lusitanas faz sempre bem partilhar palavras com o canto português.
não mata saudades, mas aviva ligações e boas nostalgias.
por isso aqui vão os detalhes:
A história vai passar no dia 1 de Novembro (domingo), na Antena 1, no programa História de Vida ás 13h (provavelmente mais tarde, pois ás 13h começa o programa).
(e para os internacionais como eu, não se esqueçam de corrigir o hora com a de portugal...)
a frequência da rádio é a 95.7
o link é o: http://www.sintonizate.net/radio/Antena1.html
também podem consultar o blog para mais infos sobre a programação nesse dia: http://ahistoriadevida.blogs.sapo.pt/
Desta vez já não será sobre animais, mas sobre uma carruagem algures entre amesterdão e leiden.
e não digo mais nada. ;)
quem quiser ouvir, pronto, já sabe.
beijinhos e, como eles dizem, boas histórias***
...mais uma história minha que vai passar na antena 1. =)
e é boa a sensação, pois para alguém que está longe das terras lusitanas faz sempre bem partilhar palavras com o canto português.
não mata saudades, mas aviva ligações e boas nostalgias.
por isso aqui vão os detalhes:
A história vai passar no dia 1 de Novembro (domingo), na Antena 1, no programa História de Vida ás 13h (provavelmente mais tarde, pois ás 13h começa o programa).
(e para os internacionais como eu, não se esqueçam de corrigir o hora com a de portugal...)
a frequência da rádio é a 95.7
o link é o: http://www.sintonizate.net/radio/Antena1.html
também podem consultar o blog para mais infos sobre a programação nesse dia: http://ahistoriadevida.blogs.sapo.pt/
Desta vez já não será sobre animais, mas sobre uma carruagem algures entre amesterdão e leiden.
e não digo mais nada. ;)
quem quiser ouvir, pronto, já sabe.
beijinhos e, como eles dizem, boas histórias***
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
about movie festivals when you are abroad...
not all of them have english subtitles!
so...
...gonna see a french one and try to understand as much as possible. ;)
so...
...gonna see a french one and try to understand as much as possible. ;)
Tuesday, 27 October 2009
Shhhh… (do u want to meet?)
besides the routine and usual behaviors, there are also signs and small details...
signs that you make up and interpret your own way...
details you shouldn’t miss or discard...
basically some little big things that somehow fulfill you once in a while.
so,… that's why I like the sheets of paper and big windows; smileys and short sentences; printers and different buildings; mirrors and fridges; eyes looking at each other and long distance dialogues; dreams and someone falling from the chair; laughs and tic tac toe games; questions to be made and insecurities; silent-behaviors and an unread message; seconds and minutes; hours and days; a reflecting light and two smiles; a missed-opportunity and...
...happy endings.
thank you joão =)
signs that you make up and interpret your own way...
details you shouldn’t miss or discard...
basically some little big things that somehow fulfill you once in a while.
so,… that's why I like the sheets of paper and big windows; smileys and short sentences; printers and different buildings; mirrors and fridges; eyes looking at each other and long distance dialogues; dreams and someone falling from the chair; laughs and tic tac toe games; questions to be made and insecurities; silent-behaviors and an unread message; seconds and minutes; hours and days; a reflecting light and two smiles; a missed-opportunity and...
...happy endings.
thank you joão =)
Monday, 26 October 2009
A photo album’s simple story, a simple (non alcohol) laughing smile…
Vicente was on his caipirinha and probably martini mode; Julio on his 8th beer I think; the girl on the left (who I don’t know) was not exactly sober either; and the other one (also a complete stranger) was, guess what?… yes, in a high alcoholic humor.
And actually, although it may not seem like it, I was the only one with alcohol free drinks that day, more specifically, with a Fanta attitude…
But yes, indeed I was laughing…
Laughing of Vicente’s lack of balance…
Laughing of a (non) serious Julio…
Laughing of 2 girls who unexpectedly jumped to the middle of us…
Laughing of a vodka-orange that suddenly took off...
And so there I was… consciously laughing, consciously enjoying, consciously memorizing each detail…
Surrounded by relaxed moods, lost in the confusion, absorbed by unforgettable feelings, meaningful moments…
Feelings that are non-sense but one of a kind…
Moments that you supposedly wouldn’t remember the day after, but that you smile about when you do, be it 1, 2 or 867 days afterwards.
Tuesday, 20 October 2009
for the windows in paradise
sufjan stevens
"If there's anything to say, if there's anything to do,
If there's any other way, I'll do anything for you."
"If there's anything to say, if there's anything to do,
If there's any other way, I'll do anything for you."
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
things you shouldn't do...
...when you arrive home completly wet and cold!
well, go to turn on the heater now. excuse me! ;)
well, go to turn on the heater now. excuse me! ;)
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Wednesday, 7 October 2009
Paris...
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
Dutch Newton's laws of motion
The three physical laws that form the basis for classical Dutch mechanics are:
1. A body at rest in the beach in the sun stays at rest in the beach in the sun; and a body in motion in the beach walking in the sun stays in motion in the beach walking in the sun, unless it is acted on by an external force of rain and wind, F, that makes it move (or run, depending on the intensity of the rain) to hide somewhere or to get an umbrella.
2. That force of rain and wind, F, is related with our hurried movement to run and get the umbrella. Therefore, it is given by by the mass of our bodies times the acceleration of the movement:
F = m.a
Depending on the the rain that suddenly starts while you are in the beach, the acceleration also changes: the bigger the force of the rain, the bigger the acceleration to run or get the umbrella from the bag will be.
3. Whenever the sunlight intensity (even the real warm one that makes us dress the bikini and go with a huge acceleration, a, to the beach), there is always a second body, an umbrella (which you must not forget, never!) exerting a force -F against the rain and wind that might suddenly and unexpectedly start. To this rain/wind-umbrella relation we call the action-reaction pair.
1. A body at rest in the beach in the sun stays at rest in the beach in the sun; and a body in motion in the beach walking in the sun stays in motion in the beach walking in the sun, unless it is acted on by an external force of rain and wind, F, that makes it move (or run, depending on the intensity of the rain) to hide somewhere or to get an umbrella.
2. That force of rain and wind, F, is related with our hurried movement to run and get the umbrella. Therefore, it is given by by the mass of our bodies times the acceleration of the movement:
F = m.a
Depending on the the rain that suddenly starts while you are in the beach, the acceleration also changes: the bigger the force of the rain, the bigger the acceleration to run or get the umbrella from the bag will be.
3. Whenever the sunlight intensity (even the real warm one that makes us dress the bikini and go with a huge acceleration, a, to the beach), there is always a second body, an umbrella (which you must not forget, never!) exerting a force -F against the rain and wind that might suddenly and unexpectedly start. To this rain/wind-umbrella relation we call the action-reaction pair.
And yes, I broke my umbrella this day... the action-reaction pair was not really even and the wind cheated (here it cheats quite often actually!).
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As leis Holandesas de Newton
São 3 leis físicas e constituem a base da mecânica clássica holandesa. Ora bem:
1. um corpo parado, deitado na praia ao sol, permanece parado, deitado na praia ao sol; e um corpo em movimento na praia a caminhar ao sol, permanece em movimento na praia a caminhar ao sol, a não ser que uma força externa F de chuva e vento o faça mover (ou correr, dependendo da intensidade da chuva) para se esconder algures ou procurar um guarda-chuva.
2. essa força de chuva e vento está relacionada com o nosso movimento apressado para correr e procurar um guarda-chuva. Ela é portanto igual à massa dos nossos corpos vezes a aceleração do movimento:
F = m.a
Dependendo da chuva que subitamente começa enquanto se está na praia, a aceleração também muda: quanto maior a força com que chove, maior será a aceleração da corrida ou da procura pelo guarda-chuva.
3. qualquer que seja a intensidade da luz solar (até aquela muito quente que nos faz vestir o bikini e ir de imediato para a praia numa aceleração, a, gigante), há sempre um segundo corpo, um guarda-chuva (o qual nunca se deve esquecer, nunca nunca!), a exercer uma força –F contra a chuva e vento que entretanto poderão súbita e inesperadamente começar. A esta relação entre a chuva/vento e o guarda-chuva dá-se o nome de par acção-reacção.
ps - quanto à foto,... sim, de facto o guarda-chuva partiu-se neste dia. o par acção-reacção não estava equilibrado porque o vento fez batotice (aliás, fáz quase sempre por estas estas bandas!).
olá joão
eu sei, eu sei... mais um post que não foi post.
=p
sou uma inconstante!
mas pronto, pelo menos este ficou, fica e vai ficar! e vai com música também:
Neutral Milk Hotel - Naomi
=p
sou uma inconstante!
mas pronto, pelo menos este ficou, fica e vai ficar! e vai com música também:
Neutral Milk Hotel - Naomi
Sunday, 4 October 2009
a good saturday night...
...of lasagnas and cheese, some carrots and chocolate, apple juices and a pack of chips.
...of peanuts, forks and a table. plastic cups and tea-spoons, poured oil on the towel and used napkins.
…of balconies and cafe, corks and cans, smoke and sugar, cigarettes and no-cigarettes.
a good saturday night of rain and wind outside, cars buzzing and books discovered on the shelf, tired movements and easy conversations.
...of rest and no courage to go out, of people to meet and missed phone calls, relaxing moods and TV.
...of unexpected laughs and lost words, some silence and music tunes, sofas and colors, lamps and moon lights.
a good saturday night of something yesterday, something ours, something us…
*me, tiago and ricardo.
…and something coming from the computer, something deloris, something playing the spaces.
...of peanuts, forks and a table. plastic cups and tea-spoons, poured oil on the towel and used napkins.
…of balconies and cafe, corks and cans, smoke and sugar, cigarettes and no-cigarettes.
a good saturday night of rain and wind outside, cars buzzing and books discovered on the shelf, tired movements and easy conversations.
...of rest and no courage to go out, of people to meet and missed phone calls, relaxing moods and TV.
...of unexpected laughs and lost words, some silence and music tunes, sofas and colors, lamps and moon lights.
a good saturday night of something yesterday, something ours, something us…
*me, tiago and ricardo.…and something coming from the computer, something deloris, something playing the spaces.
Friday, 2 October 2009
to my estec family:
*carcavelosyes it's me and tiago out of holland! yes, it's portugal! yes, it was cloudy! yes, it was a bit windy! no, it was not cold!
(no, he was not with a bellyache!) =p
...and yes, it was a nice cloudy beach in a nice windy afternoon looking to a portuguese hidden but warm sun!
…but no, no longer in this beach. yes, both back to holland, presently inside an office with an air conditioning at 22ºC and a window showing a grey landscape… a cold, windy and rainy one! grrr...
ps – it’s good to make us work though, né Sr. Soares?
ps2 - and also to write blablabla about the weather!!!
Thursday, 1 October 2009
it is 12 f***in degrees in leiden...
sorry for the "f***in" word, but it's f***in true!
ps - it's cold... f***!
ps - it's cold... f***!
Monday, 28 September 2009
to my haagweg 148 family:
to nuno: four-eyes is you!
to fred: fuck you! (bald-head!)
we are good friends!
from nuno: hahaha!
from fred: bitch!
we are reeeally good friends!
*nuno, me and fred
ps - yes, back from holidays! yes, it tickles the nose! yes, it's life... I know!
snif snif...
to fred: fuck you! (bald-head!)
we are good friends!
from nuno: hahaha!
from fred: bitch!
we are reeeally good friends!
*nuno, me and fredps - yes, back from holidays! yes, it tickles the nose! yes, it's life... I know!
snif snif...
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Friday, 25 September 2009
beirut, my car, myself
the music started when the Liberty Avenue was in front of us.
the sound was loud, the air was warm, the traffic lights failed to stop us...
...and lisbon was smiling.
*by raquel ;)
the sound was loud, the air was warm, the traffic lights failed to stop us...
...and lisbon was smiling.
*by raquel ;)
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Tuesday, 22 September 2009
something portuguese
Passeamos por Lisboa, por entre Lisboa.
Perdemo-nos em ruas que sabemos de cor
Encontramo-nos noutras que descobrimos.
As paredes são pintadas de azulejos,
Os corredores reflectem brancos e rosas.
Roupas estendidas
Velhinhas a enfeitar janelas
Telefonias a soar.
Pessoas, alcofas, vinis, candelabros
caixinhas de música e bailarinas.
Dois andares aqui
três ali
Escadas a subir, outras tantas a descer.
Viramos à esquerda
Contornamos pela direita
E perdemo-nos outra vez.
Saboreamos cada pedra da calçada
Cada vazo, cada flor.
Seguimos o castelo, lá em cima, ao fundo
e o cheiro a peixe vindo das tascas
Paramos para o electrico passar.
O ceu é azul
o tejo prateado
O sol bate forte enquanto o fado se ouve cantar.
Perdemo-nos mais uma vez
Tropeçamos em mais pormenores
Em novas paisagens.
Caminhamos, corremos, voamos sem o tempo passar.
Loucos e Sonhadores
tornamo-nos alfacinhas, deixamo-nos levar.
Perdemo-nos em ruas que sabemos de cor
Encontramo-nos noutras que descobrimos.
As paredes são pintadas de azulejos,
Os corredores reflectem brancos e rosas.
Roupas estendidas
Velhinhas a enfeitar janelas
Telefonias a soar.
Pessoas, alcofas, vinis, candelabros
caixinhas de música e bailarinas.
Dois andares aqui
três ali
Escadas a subir, outras tantas a descer.
Viramos à esquerda
Contornamos pela direita
E perdemo-nos outra vez.
Saboreamos cada pedra da calçada
Cada vazo, cada flor.
Seguimos o castelo, lá em cima, ao fundo
e o cheiro a peixe vindo das tascas
Paramos para o electrico passar.
O ceu é azul
o tejo prateado
O sol bate forte enquanto o fado se ouve cantar.
Perdemo-nos mais uma vez
Tropeçamos em mais pormenores
Em novas paisagens.
Caminhamos, corremos, voamos sem o tempo passar.
Loucos e Sonhadores
tornamo-nos alfacinhas, deixamo-nos levar.
a pedido do joão, aqui vai a informação:
(até rimou... que bonito!)
"nós bairrámos...
"nós bairrámos...
...mas não nos deixaram luxar!"
ps - não havia 250 euros para dar!
(também rimou... pois!)
aparte - Raisparta!
Saturday, 19 September 2009
futuro...
...do verbo bairrar seguido do verbo luxar!
eu bairrarei e luxarei
tu bairrarás e luxarás
ele bairrará e luxará
nós bairraremos e luxaremos
vós bairrareis e luxareis
eles bairrarão e luxarão
ah pois é!
eu bairrarei e luxarei
tu bairrarás e luxarás
ele bairrará e luxará
nós bairraremos e luxaremos
vós bairrareis e luxareis
eles bairrarão e luxarão
ah pois é!
the day of yesterday...
...in a beach near me.
*carcavelos
and speaking about that...
beatles - yesterday
*carcavelosand speaking about that...
beatles - yesterday
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
notas ibericas, notas que fluem, notas que inspiram, notas que soam, notas que embalam, notas que se ouvem, notas simplesmente... numa tarde de verão, num pôr de sol lusitano, onde o Tejo calça Lisboa.
Narciso Yepes - Romance Anonimo
obrigada. =)
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notes of iberia, notes that flow, notes that inspire, notes that sound, notes that cradle us, notes that I listen, simply notes... in a summer evening, at sunset, here, where the Tejo river meets Lisbon.
Narciso Yepes - Romance Anonimo
obrigada. =)
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notes of iberia, notes that flow, notes that inspire, notes that sound, notes that cradle us, notes that I listen, simply notes... in a summer evening, at sunset, here, where the Tejo river meets Lisbon.
Saturday, 12 September 2009
A huge philosophical post to say nothing at all
While we grow up and change with the time, or at least adapt to the changes, there are certain songs that are us, that appear when it makes sense for them to appear, that follow our present, our us.
And sometimes, while listening to my old playlists, I realize that I no longer am many of those tunes, although somehow I feel that I will always be them, simply because I have once felt them as mine (confusing, I know!).
Time passes... seconds flow into minutes, which transform into hours, that turn into days, days that extend to months, months followed by years. And everything fluctuates with its passing: our tastes and ambitions, our travels and adventures, our friends and our projects, the smiles and tears, the radio frequencies and the YouTube links, even the musical notes themselves and the meaning the music in our ears has to us.
However, there are certain bands and music that I think I would always be, that would stand the test whatever the routine and the past, present or future; whatever the culture and the places, the people and the stories, the fashion and the rhythms… whatever the movement of the pointer in the clock.
None of this would be more important than our natural preferences: sounds that deeply touch us, our physiological musical taste, established a priori, something that was born with us and stayed there, constantly attached to our mutant being…
Oasis are one such example... they were, are and will always be music that I am. Their songs have an indefinable sense that is intrinsic in me, I cannot really explain it (and if I try I will confuse you even more…).
And the truth is that I discovered recently an Oasis song that is new to me, even though it is already quite old.
Don't know why only now I discovered it (maybe I have already listened to it before but not with the deserved attention).
But well, at least I discovered it... something of yesterday that I am today, will be tomorrow (and would have already been if I had listened to it before).
Oasis - songbird
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Enquanto crescemos e mudamos com o tempo, ou pelo menos nos adaptamos a mudanças, há músicas que somos, que vão surgindo quando fazem sentido surgir, que acompanham o presente que é nosso, o ser que somos.
E ás vezes, ao ouvir velhas playlists, dou-me conta de muitas faixas que sei não ser mais, mas que as serei sempre só pelo simples facto de já as ter sido um dia (que confusão!).
O tempo passa, os segundos flúem a minutos, transformam-se em horas, que completam dias, se prolongam a meses, meses que se unem em anos. E tudo oscila nesta passagem… os gostos e ambições, as viagens e aventuras, os amigos e projectos, os sorrisos e as lágrimas, as frequências de rádio e os links no YouTube, as próprias notas músicais e o sentido das canções que nos cantam ao ouvido.
Contudo, existem músicas e grupos que eu acho que seria sempre, que resistem fosse qual fosse a rotina e o passado, presente ou futuro; fosse qual fosse a cultura e o sítio, as pessoas e as histórias, as modas e os ritmos... fosse qual fosse o andamento do ponteiro no relógio. Nada disso teria um peso maior do que o eu de mim própria.
Tratam-se de sons que tocam no nosso eu mais profundo, gostos musicais fisiológicos, estabelecidos a priori, algo que nasce connosco e lá fica sempre mergulhado na nossa mutante forma de ser…
Os Oasis são um exemplo… eles foram, são e serão sempre músicas que eu sou. Têm um sentido qualquer que é intrínseco em mim, não sei bem explicar (e se tentar confundo-vos mais).
E a verdade é que recentemente descobri uma música que, ainda que antiga, é nova para mim. Nunca a tinha descoberto não sei bem porquê (talvez já a tenha ouvido antes mas não com a merecida atenção)
Mas pronto, descobria-a ao menos… uma música de ontem que eu sou hoje, serei amanhã (e já teria sido se a tivesse ouvido antes).
(acho que este o maior post onde csgui dizer nada de jeito… enfim)
And sometimes, while listening to my old playlists, I realize that I no longer am many of those tunes, although somehow I feel that I will always be them, simply because I have once felt them as mine (confusing, I know!).
Time passes... seconds flow into minutes, which transform into hours, that turn into days, days that extend to months, months followed by years. And everything fluctuates with its passing: our tastes and ambitions, our travels and adventures, our friends and our projects, the smiles and tears, the radio frequencies and the YouTube links, even the musical notes themselves and the meaning the music in our ears has to us.
However, there are certain bands and music that I think I would always be, that would stand the test whatever the routine and the past, present or future; whatever the culture and the places, the people and the stories, the fashion and the rhythms… whatever the movement of the pointer in the clock.
None of this would be more important than our natural preferences: sounds that deeply touch us, our physiological musical taste, established a priori, something that was born with us and stayed there, constantly attached to our mutant being…
Oasis are one such example... they were, are and will always be music that I am. Their songs have an indefinable sense that is intrinsic in me, I cannot really explain it (and if I try I will confuse you even more…).
And the truth is that I discovered recently an Oasis song that is new to me, even though it is already quite old.
Don't know why only now I discovered it (maybe I have already listened to it before but not with the deserved attention).
But well, at least I discovered it... something of yesterday that I am today, will be tomorrow (and would have already been if I had listened to it before).
Oasis - songbird
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Enquanto crescemos e mudamos com o tempo, ou pelo menos nos adaptamos a mudanças, há músicas que somos, que vão surgindo quando fazem sentido surgir, que acompanham o presente que é nosso, o ser que somos.
E ás vezes, ao ouvir velhas playlists, dou-me conta de muitas faixas que sei não ser mais, mas que as serei sempre só pelo simples facto de já as ter sido um dia (que confusão!).
O tempo passa, os segundos flúem a minutos, transformam-se em horas, que completam dias, se prolongam a meses, meses que se unem em anos. E tudo oscila nesta passagem… os gostos e ambições, as viagens e aventuras, os amigos e projectos, os sorrisos e as lágrimas, as frequências de rádio e os links no YouTube, as próprias notas músicais e o sentido das canções que nos cantam ao ouvido.
Contudo, existem músicas e grupos que eu acho que seria sempre, que resistem fosse qual fosse a rotina e o passado, presente ou futuro; fosse qual fosse a cultura e o sítio, as pessoas e as histórias, as modas e os ritmos... fosse qual fosse o andamento do ponteiro no relógio. Nada disso teria um peso maior do que o eu de mim própria.
Tratam-se de sons que tocam no nosso eu mais profundo, gostos musicais fisiológicos, estabelecidos a priori, algo que nasce connosco e lá fica sempre mergulhado na nossa mutante forma de ser…
Os Oasis são um exemplo… eles foram, são e serão sempre músicas que eu sou. Têm um sentido qualquer que é intrínseco em mim, não sei bem explicar (e se tentar confundo-vos mais).
E a verdade é que recentemente descobri uma música que, ainda que antiga, é nova para mim. Nunca a tinha descoberto não sei bem porquê (talvez já a tenha ouvido antes mas não com a merecida atenção)
Mas pronto, descobria-a ao menos… uma música de ontem que eu sou hoje, serei amanhã (e já teria sido se a tivesse ouvido antes).
(acho que este o maior post onde csgui dizer nada de jeito… enfim)
Friday, 11 September 2009
Saturday, 5 September 2009
Monday, 31 August 2009
sun, water, wind... and a "few" more:
Acostar, mooring, adriça, halyard, afogar, drowning, afundar, sunk, aguada, water , upply, agulha, compass, alboi, hatch, alta,, pressão, high pressure, altura do bordo, freeboard, amantilho, topping lift, amarra, chain, amuras, tack, âncora, anchor, antena, antenna, antepara, bulkhead, aparelho, rigging, arnês, harness, arribar, bear away, aviso de tempestade, gale warning, azimute, bearing, baixa pressão, 
low pressure, balão/spi, spinnaker, balastro, ballast, balsa , alva-vidas, liferaft, bandeira nacional, ensign, barco, boat, barlavento, windward, barómetro, barometers, binóculos, binoculars, boca, beam, bóia, buoy, bolbo, bulb, boletim meteorológico, wheather report, bomba, pump, bombordo, port, bote, dinghy/tender, brandal, shroud, cabo , rope, cabo de amarração, dock line, cais, quay, calado, draught, calmaria, lull, cambar, to gybe, cana de leme, tiller/helm, canal, channel, carta náutica, chart, casco, hull, catamaran, catamaran, cesto da gávea, 
crow's nest, coberta, deck, colete salva-vidas, life jacket, comporta, lock gate, comp. fora a fora, length over all, comp. á linha água, load waterline, contraestai, backstay, convés, deck, corrente, current, costa, shore, croque, boathook, declinação, variation, defensa, fender, deriva, leeway, desvio, deviation, eclusa, lock, enchente, flood, enrolador, furler, epirb, epirb, escada, ladder, escota, sheet, escuna, schooner, estai, forestay, estanque, water prof, esteira da vela, foot, estibordo, starboard, esticador, turnbuckle, estofa, stand, extintor, fire extinguishers, faca, knife, farol, lighthouse, fibra de vidro, 
fibreglass, flâmula, penant, folgar, to ease, forquilha, rowlock, frente fria, cold , ront, frente quente, warm front, fundear, to anchor, galhardete, burgee, garruncho, hank, genoa, genoa, genoa de , nrolar, roller furling, hélice, propeller, hipotermia, hypothermia, indicativo de chamada, call signal, jangada, liferaft, lanterna, flashlight, lastro, ballast, leme, rudder, linha de água, waterline, luzes navegação, navigation lights, madeira, wood, manilha, shackles, manivela, winch handle, maré, tide, mastro, mast, mesa de cartas, chart table, mezena, mizzen, moitão, block, molhe, jetty, molinete, winches, mosquetão, carbine hook, motor fora de borda, 
outboard engine, mudar , e bordo, tack, navio, ship, nó, knot, obras mortas, top sides, obras vivas, bottom, odómetro, patent log, onda, wave, orçar, luff up, osmose, osmosis, painel solar, solar panel, painel de popa, transom, pairar, to lie a'hull, paneiro, bottom , oard, parafuso, bolt, patilhão, keel, pau de spi, spinnaker boom, pesca, fishing, piano, piano, piloto automático, autopilot, poço, cockpit, pontal, depth, pontão, pontoon, ponte-cais, pier, popa, stern, prego, nail, preia-mar, hight tide, proa, fore/bow, quadro eléctrico, electrical panel, quebra-
mar, breakwater, quilha, keel, rebite, rivet, reboque, tow, regatta, race, rejeira, spring, remo, oar, retranca, boom, rizarm, reef down, rizes, reef, roda de leme, helm Wheel, roldana, sheave, rombo, holed, rumo, course, sapatilho, thimble, sextante, sextant, sonda, echo souder, sotavento, leeward, tempestade, gale, termómetro, thermometer, terrapleno, land fill, testa, luff, trimaran, trimaram, valuma, leech, vau, spreader, vazante, ebb, vela grande, main sail, velas, sails, vigias, hatches, virar, capsizes.
Thursday, 27 August 2009
more of the same (bis)
estou com uma forte tempestade de não inspiração...
ou trocando por miúdos:
no stories are raining in my mind, no twister of thoughts is blowing in my brain.
prontos!
ou trocando por miúdos:
no stories are raining in my mind, no twister of thoughts is blowing in my brain.
prontos!
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
I am (still) not on holidays...
but it seems that locus focus is.
it is probably a blog summer syndrome (or maybe a kind of Influenza B virus, I don’t know...).
the truth is that I feel a lack of words and inspiration (and also cerebral synapses every time I think about me almost in the south-western corner of europe, haha).
so, if you excuse me, I will continue with my silence and my synapses and let you with the Zebra of Jonh Butler Trio (below).
see you in the next (don't know when) story.
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ora portantos, ando pouco inspirada. E só a saudade do zé povinho, costa alentejana, da sangria do bairro e do pei(xinho) (também te adoro dré! =p) da Ericeira me têm causado certas comichões na cabeça.
até (pessoalmente) pa semana.
=)
it is probably a blog summer syndrome (or maybe a kind of Influenza B virus, I don’t know...).
the truth is that I feel a lack of words and inspiration (and also cerebral synapses every time I think about me almost in the south-western corner of europe, haha).
so, if you excuse me, I will continue with my silence and my synapses and let you with the Zebra of Jonh Butler Trio (below).
see you in the next (don't know when) story.
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ora portantos, ando pouco inspirada. E só a saudade do zé povinho, costa alentejana, da sangria do bairro e do pei(xinho) (também te adoro dré! =p) da Ericeira me têm causado certas comichões na cabeça.
até (pessoalmente) pa semana.
=)
Monday, 17 August 2009
Thursday, 13 August 2009
midnight
Almost midnight…
The sky almost dark...
And I’m alone, on the other side of the city.
Without a bike…
Too late for a bus…
Just walking.
I don’t mind, I even like it.
But it is windy and I am tired.
So I keep on going…
with myself, my music, just walking.
Gardens, footpaths, constructions near the city hall.
People singing in the street with their beer in their hands.
the restaurant employees going back home.
The garbage trucks cleaning the roads.
the canal that extends along the streets.
And me…
walking, still far, still windy, more tired.
- Inês?
I look.
It's Fred and Nuno, coming back from a bar somewhere.
- Come on girl, sit here in the back of the bike!
I turn off the music, jump on to the seat, grab Fred strongly because of the cold and also to not fall down… and so we go, to our place!
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Quase meia-noite...
O céu quase escuro...
E eu sozinha quase do outro lado da cidade.
Sem bicicleta...
Já tarde para autocarros...
Só andar.
Não me importo, gosto até.
Mas está vento e eu cansada.
E lá continuo...
comigo, com a minha música, a andar.
Jardins, passeios, as obras perto do City hall.
Pessoas com a cerveja na mão a cantar na rua, empregados de restaurantes a voltar para casa.
o lixo a ser removido dos caixotes, o canal que se estende ao longo das ruas.
E eu...
a andar, ainda longe, ainda vento, mais cansada.
- Inês?
Olho.
É o Fred e o Nuno, vindos de um bar algures.
- Salta para a bicicleta ó maria.
Desligo a música, pulo para o banco do pendura, agarro-me ao Fred num misto de frio e de não querer cair... e lá continuamos, rumo à nossa casa.
The sky almost dark...
And I’m alone, on the other side of the city.
Without a bike…
Too late for a bus…
Just walking.
I don’t mind, I even like it.
But it is windy and I am tired.
So I keep on going…
with myself, my music, just walking.
Gardens, footpaths, constructions near the city hall.
People singing in the street with their beer in their hands.
the restaurant employees going back home.
The garbage trucks cleaning the roads.
the canal that extends along the streets.
And me…
walking, still far, still windy, more tired.
- Inês?
I look.
It's Fred and Nuno, coming back from a bar somewhere.
- Come on girl, sit here in the back of the bike!
I turn off the music, jump on to the seat, grab Fred strongly because of the cold and also to not fall down… and so we go, to our place!
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Quase meia-noite...
O céu quase escuro...
E eu sozinha quase do outro lado da cidade.
Sem bicicleta...
Já tarde para autocarros...
Só andar.
Não me importo, gosto até.
Mas está vento e eu cansada.
E lá continuo...
comigo, com a minha música, a andar.
Jardins, passeios, as obras perto do City hall.
Pessoas com a cerveja na mão a cantar na rua, empregados de restaurantes a voltar para casa.
o lixo a ser removido dos caixotes, o canal que se estende ao longo das ruas.
E eu...
a andar, ainda longe, ainda vento, mais cansada.
- Inês?
Olho.
É o Fred e o Nuno, vindos de um bar algures.
- Salta para a bicicleta ó maria.
Desligo a música, pulo para o banco do pendura, agarro-me ao Fred num misto de frio e de não querer cair... e lá continuamos, rumo à nossa casa.
Friday, 7 August 2009
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
Friday, 31 July 2009
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Paris je t'aime
A mixture of different views about love...
where you find the one you like, the one you are, the one you live, the one that makes you smile, the one you hate, the one you don’t understand, the one you should not have seen, the one you are afraid of, the one you avoid, the opposite one, the crazy or the nobler one, the one that confuses you, the one that makes laugh, the simple one, the one that makes you cry, the one that sings to you, the one that makes you happy, the one you ask "why?".
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Uma miscelânea de histórias de amor...
Onde encontras aquela que gostas, aquela que és, aquela que vives, aquela que te faz sorrir, aquela que odeias, aquela que não entendes, aquela que não devias ter visto, aquela da qual tens medo, aquela que evitas, a oposta, a rebelde, a nobre também, aquela que te confunde, a que te faz rir, a simples, aquela que te faz chorar, a que te canta, a que te faz sentir bem, aquela em que te perguntas "porquê?".
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