tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90418092024-03-23T18:10:09.628+00:00bittersweet berrieshummingbird with the heart of a whalekellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.comBlogger978125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-73253299115249968882010-02-15T22:16:00.001+00:002010-02-15T22:19:08.342+00:00Até já!<a href="http://raquelvso.blogspot.com/">Raquel@VSO</a>Por razões óbvias, a emissão continuará aqui, sem qualquer garantia de regularidade:<br />
http://raquelvso.blogspot.com/<br />
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E já agora, um enorme obrigada a todos os que contribuiram para isto:<br />
<a href="http://www.justgiving.com/raquel">http://www.justgiving.com/raquel</a><br />
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Ultrapassamos os 100%! Parabéns, o mundo agradece, podem ter a certeza!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">tenho saudades da máquina de escrever que o teu avô me emprestou sem que tu soubesses.<br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">a minha está avariada e não tenho coragem de a abrir para entender. tenho medo.<br />
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[foto: Berlim, 2009, a neve era ainda uma simples ameaça]<br />
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compreendo que se perguntem o que tem a ver o título deste post com aquilo que escrevo. ainda nada, que apressados! fui a ambos os Rua, na Rua da Barroca e cada um tinha o seu dj. de um lado da rua, havia um dj tradicional, do outro lado, um dj placebo. ora, falemos do placebo: o homem tem lá os seus lps, que troca de forma mais ou menos aleatória. às vezes coincide com a troca de faixa, outras vezes não tem nada a ver. no portátil usa um qualquer programa (pareceu-me uma coisa do género do Garage Band), para onde arrasta os mp3 de que precisa e acertar na articulação. achei curioso o detalhe de haver por ali lps... achei curioso também o facto de o moço repetir no mesmo disco, a mesma faixa, apesar de se ouvir outra música...<br />
aproveito para dizer que simultaneamente, do outro lado da rua, no outro Rua, o dj tradicional era jeitoso, quer na escolha, quer na fluidez com que as músicas se sucediam.<br />
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se eu estiver a ser uma besta ignorante, auxiliem-me por favor, que eu sou uma rapariga que gosta de aprender.<br />
hoje despeço-me com beijinhos<br />
ps - deixo um link sobre botões <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Placebo_button#more">placebo </a>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-77552377837174577482010-01-11T16:34:00.000+00:002010-01-11T16:34:26.986+00:00em dia de Al BertoSe tu me amas, ama-me baixinho<br />
Não o grites de cima dos telhados<br />
Deixa em paz os passarinhos<br />
Deixa em paz a mim!<br />
Se me queres, enfim, tem de ser bem devagarinho,<br />
Amada, que a vida é breve, e o amor mais breve ainda...<br />
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Mário Quintanakellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-90030740138126258862009-12-13T22:48:00.004+00:002009-12-13T22:49:33.279+00:00<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">my heart is too heavy, I don't know how much longer I can hold it</span></span></span></span>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-62958731824717764392009-12-11T14:33:00.003+00:002009-12-11T14:36:15.135+00:00T1 para alugar na Penha de França<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39Y8eqgWgaIAHWDPAd2UnyYWJ84DNEDxjGmUSfid_iQMbs2SgKd5WSyoKBxqCRnviovmuXLjYMqGGmLrOTBwWtCH1GqfzzGMtw6O5vpAtFL6vgYs17PIQe97i-G1_PUp7VxTBtA/s1600-h/Imagem+027.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39Y8eqgWgaIAHWDPAd2UnyYWJ84DNEDxjGmUSfid_iQMbs2SgKd5WSyoKBxqCRnviovmuXLjYMqGGmLrOTBwWtCH1GqfzzGMtw6O5vpAtFL6vgYs17PIQe97i-G1_PUp7VxTBtA/s400/Imagem+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413987382685735938" /></a><br />Assim que publiquei um anúncio na OLX apareceram-me duas divindades:<br />Fernando de Deus<br />Fernando Cruz<br />Será um sinal?kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-40132496977207261122009-11-26T13:48:00.001+00:002009-11-26T13:48:42.976+00:00da saudadeela disse-me que tinha saudades de pertencer a uma equipamorkellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-76524075610408695472009-11-22T15:07:00.004+00:002009-11-22T15:19:20.576+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ_oMxVf-7v6qG7G8Q0PGgL0LV4XrrOqVTq-WS0hZ2j1bHklRrSVkWaSKUW52nyz5LdrL7GBhxi0q6loZFzKt6o91M5YFZMxT11mV2p9flPO_z_QrGbU-hajby0wn9g_92wvKCww/s1600/balthus-sleeping+girl"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ01TA6EUIZmQCmMMLq8qW79PX09330riIy-TStkeznWxViSzD8WcwSbt0QInGXrvsiek0fhksQsSnLtCWh7JJOgNK0ZyJD0c6vtnPjEHNsqNeNGOuMJlcKqlJiHYEA-HDu_T0tg/s400/screen-capture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402571018224696642" border="0" /></a><br />ao <a href="http://www.lelo.com/">amor</a>!kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-89082035855999515742009-11-05T23:01:00.006+00:002009-11-07T12:16:38.667+00:00da insóniadói-me esta insónia e quero amputá-la. é preciso dormir: aconchegar o sonho. não! não pares por favor, preciso desse piano. toca meu amor. continua a tocar assim devagar. esses teus dedos, quando tocam o piano, sinto-os aqui mesmo: em mim. apesar da distância e de tanto mar nos afastar, recordo o nosso ritmo corpo a corpo. a pele na pele: fusão. sim sim sim sussurro. acaricia-me amor. toca-me para além do arrepio. deixa-me enlouquecer até ao suspiro maior para morrer nos teus braços. tranquilizada, poderei adormecer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIoSwp7eGD0w7vEJJgsxlnCS_3mI43AmRPPEhVkExkrcgxQmszmNBNL5GKCwnJB2avea0gaGKIChmF7LM1CEQajullPz6cmTopW_-nlfaLcsVJ9A0UDTQNT2lfdt_GxbqtX0FGg/s1600-h/screen-capture.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtIoSwp7eGD0w7vEJJgsxlnCS_3mI43AmRPPEhVkExkrcgxQmszmNBNL5GKCwnJB2avea0gaGKIChmF7LM1CEQajullPz6cmTopW_-nlfaLcsVJ9A0UDTQNT2lfdt_GxbqtX0FGg/s400/screen-capture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400759725881542802" border="0" /></a><br />texto nascido dum mágico tema de Tiago Sousa e João Correia: <a href="http://www.myspace.com/tiagosousa">Insónia</a>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-54843551859006179872009-11-04T13:09:00.001+00:002009-11-04T13:11:03.490+00:00porque há quem prefira morrer a arriscar sofrer"é tal a ordem em nós<br />que um odor a bafio sai de nossas bocas<br />e uma teia de aranha interrompe o olhar<br />que te envolveu em vão"<br />Sebastião Alba [em manhã de chuva algarvia]kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-24205606883913876682009-11-02T09:07:00.004+00:002009-11-02T09:12:59.464+00:00wicked olive picking<div style="text-align: center;">de tanta azeitona acariciar estou cega das mãos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjKHgRA0-t1xLWHdOFVxdS-Tv4ZYf8mqm2QbcWAYVz4hmHEh9nWlzFH56AaDZmcvZD26EG1oBAegZkLGk-KNDtK0SbCmUDqLas_ruvZ9Ha09Fq-CaGTipbCBKLfqcGa4uko-m3w/s1600-h/PA310076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTjKHgRA0-t1xLWHdOFVxdS-Tv4ZYf8mqm2QbcWAYVz4hmHEh9nWlzFH56AaDZmcvZD26EG1oBAegZkLGk-KNDtK0SbCmUDqLas_ruvZ9Ha09Fq-CaGTipbCBKLfqcGa4uko-m3w/s400/PA310076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399430674972999922" border="0" /></a>from caressing so many olives my hands are blind.<br /><br /></div>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-50776778253039038812009-10-29T14:50:00.004+00:002009-11-02T09:07:12.154+00:00da medicação<div style="text-align: center;">há quem tome comprimidos<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQUBSeL1RLdrquN_641AM4Hfdpc1Dscbscynd7lXvXZny9SmX4d9kQQ6DDBbwx6h9JcttfXTTTmNzgN3hZiOmXmXJLEHUYMot8So3eXSMgAUaNg7s0CkL-hG8yHXkPswe3Yp11A/s1600-h/medica%C3%A7%C3%A3o2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQUBSeL1RLdrquN_641AM4Hfdpc1Dscbscynd7lXvXZny9SmX4d9kQQ6DDBbwx6h9JcttfXTTTmNzgN3hZiOmXmXJLEHUYMot8So3eXSMgAUaNg7s0CkL-hG8yHXkPswe3Yp11A/s400/medica%C3%A7%C3%A3o2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398035201752734770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">eu leio poesia<br /></div><br />[some take tablets*; I read poetry]<br />*or should I say "pills"?kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-60970436679455766002009-10-25T20:38:00.000+00:002009-10-25T20:39:09.130+00:00dedicated to stanley the funniest;)from now on, I'll try to translate all my postskellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-71202006225201684582009-10-25T20:23:00.002+00:002009-10-25T20:37:51.870+00:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3t_aRwkNmE4l6u4grgjfNPbmGNZtlb_9zC74fu4HkrSiJ1tlq9iiIq2dkuZBLV7BW4SpIzZxDGnnVjYp9kN44cOm8uFhzjyIpTQgjV174DCzeZdf_RIVNYxdHLyWU55T3IQIRtw/s1600-h/PA250030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3t_aRwkNmE4l6u4grgjfNPbmGNZtlb_9zC74fu4HkrSiJ1tlq9iiIq2dkuZBLV7BW4SpIzZxDGnnVjYp9kN44cOm8uFhzjyIpTQgjV174DCzeZdf_RIVNYxdHLyWU55T3IQIRtw/s400/PA250030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396633651323544722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"in midair I say clouds lightning herbs<br />water man woman movement oceans<br />exhausted transhumant bodies passions I say<br />I need the dream the exact gestures of joy"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Al Berto, roughly translated by <a href="http://thunder-and-lightning.blogspot.com/">r.</a></span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC2ihZyHKvjS0vPDBftx8_1qfRXevUTLO4Y1PpFpFwOSf4cQv2iH87J5SJLFCRqO6Z86swKDnNlFF3qsEmGg4svvZtSIpaWoOef0LsV9qiCWVWCjBn4b439YrONhGQl7w5y9xlQ/s1600-h/PA250031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC2ihZyHKvjS0vPDBftx8_1qfRXevUTLO4Y1PpFpFwOSf4cQv2iH87J5SJLFCRqO6Z86swKDnNlFF3qsEmGg4svvZtSIpaWoOef0LsV9qiCWVWCjBn4b439YrONhGQl7w5y9xlQ/s400/PA250031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396634208938078450" border="0" /></a>today I bid Summer farewell. again. as I do when I say good bye to my sailor-love. I know you will always be back. I also know that in the sea your life will see more life. the sunset is no longer slow, perpetuating our embraces in the end of the day. now the sun dives quickly, as our farewells: running so that we do not realize what is really going on.<br /><a href="http://thunder-and-lightning.blogspot.com/">r.</a> translated by <a href="http://thunder-and-lightning.blogspot.com/">r.</a><br /><br /></div>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-88343652554550933232009-10-25T20:14:00.004+00:002009-10-25T20:22:46.091+00:00das despedidas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3t_aRwkNmE4l6u4grgjfNPbmGNZtlb_9zC74fu4HkrSiJ1tlq9iiIq2dkuZBLV7BW4SpIzZxDGnnVjYp9kN44cOm8uFhzjyIpTQgjV174DCzeZdf_RIVNYxdHLyWU55T3IQIRtw/s1600-h/PA250030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3t_aRwkNmE4l6u4grgjfNPbmGNZtlb_9zC74fu4HkrSiJ1tlq9iiIq2dkuZBLV7BW4SpIzZxDGnnVjYp9kN44cOm8uFhzjyIpTQgjV174DCzeZdf_RIVNYxdHLyWU55T3IQIRtw/s400/PA250030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396633651323544722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"em pleno voo digo nuvens relâmpago ervas<br />águas homem mulher movimento oceanos<br />exaustos corpos transumantes paixões digo<br />preciso do sonho dos gestos exactos da alegria"<br />Al Berto<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC2ihZyHKvjS0vPDBftx8_1qfRXevUTLO4Y1PpFpFwOSf4cQv2iH87J5SJLFCRqO6Z86swKDnNlFF3qsEmGg4svvZtSIpaWoOef0LsV9qiCWVWCjBn4b439YrONhGQl7w5y9xlQ/s1600-h/PA250031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNC2ihZyHKvjS0vPDBftx8_1qfRXevUTLO4Y1PpFpFwOSf4cQv2iH87J5SJLFCRqO6Z86swKDnNlFF3qsEmGg4svvZtSIpaWoOef0LsV9qiCWVWCjBn4b439YrONhGQl7w5y9xlQ/s400/PA250031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396634208938078450" border="0" /></a>despeço-me hoje do Verão. outra vez. como quando me despeço do meu amor-marinheiro. sei que voltarás sempre. sei que no mar mais vidas serás. já não é lento o pôr-do-sol, acompanhando-nos em abraços que se eternizam nos fins de tarde. cai num mergulho rápido agora, como as nossas despedidas: a correr para que não percebamos o que verdadeiramente se passa.<br /><br /></div>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-39827046677085191392009-10-20T21:08:00.006+01:002009-10-22T14:09:41.985+01:00life can sometimes be a blur<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaSOFC_utHPF3sOuu_XXVuWW26BJyxQB4tKF_LLFAuhsllc_zCmlj28wq7CBF7qTpYLtXWvfP0asMiZIeSD96zuC6d9RPFJXsIaO_aIsVIf4rIJ3tZwzKEAU6GJeEdmEw5IjtCw/s1600-h/PA200025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFaSOFC_utHPF3sOuu_XXVuWW26BJyxQB4tKF_LLFAuhsllc_zCmlj28wq7CBF7qTpYLtXWvfP0asMiZIeSD96zuC6d9RPFJXsIaO_aIsVIf4rIJ3tZwzKEAU6GJeEdmEw5IjtCw/s400/PA200025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394777091377656834" border="0" /></a>especially when you don't want to face it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIt7AtyHM2UonqMHpKxJDSQQe3NQY-XvpRoP_CZ9W0qXbQP7a-nI_nnfzSSZ21S7pcqC4UXMIwYV8F7vnYO2JH7nXviQuIeYX2Z2U7v8dJi_3GssICGUpTbxVc-FLdAimz3RP0xA/s1600-h/PA200030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIt7AtyHM2UonqMHpKxJDSQQe3NQY-XvpRoP_CZ9W0qXbQP7a-nI_nnfzSSZ21S7pcqC4UXMIwYV8F7vnYO2JH7nXviQuIeYX2Z2U7v8dJi_3GssICGUpTbxVc-FLdAimz3RP0xA/s400/PA200030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394776920296440690" border="0" /></a>just close your eyes and pretend<br />soundtrack:<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tpsDegqioVA"> Florence and the machine, kiss with a fist</a><br />(she says: a kiss with a fist is better than none)<br /></div>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-79441724296758772212009-10-13T12:58:00.001+01:002009-10-13T12:58:58.745+01:00ignorance is bliss<object height="360" width="580">ou<br />a ignorância é o caminho da felicidade <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WwaPv1rZiQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7WwaPv1rZiQ&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="360" width="580"></embed></object>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-15820781076367833392009-10-04T17:37:00.003+01:002009-10-04T17:47:30.515+01:00bang, away goes the spellin the movie they ask something in the lines of "two people love each other but can't seem to make it work; when do you get to that point when enough is enough?"<br />the answer is: never.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYJIYvnqtuLrBZZgVWdpHUECSSzEXD_i3_rPhgu8Q7xNV4lP5x7E6x612bo9PsTDFeyLfBiDOTEzv3CJ-NIvKnBPNl0Y1FSkFz9abPHuS725rEtQ5tRhjvgzX6l6w11trFmOR0A/s1600-h/broken+spell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYJIYvnqtuLrBZZgVWdpHUECSSzEXD_i3_rPhgu8Q7xNV4lP5x7E6x612bo9PsTDFeyLfBiDOTEzv3CJ-NIvKnBPNl0Y1FSkFz9abPHuS725rEtQ5tRhjvgzX6l6w11trFmOR0A/s400/broken+spell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388786803413743266" border="0" /></a><br />i loved this movie. loved it and laughed till my belly hurt. the humour is simply ace. grand Gandolfini, playing the emotionally intelligent professional killer. thanks Gore Verbinsky, I wonder why it took me 8 years to discover it!!<br /><br />soundtrack - wait it out, Imogen Heap<br />[your whole life might not be enough time though]kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-72651045278848575892009-08-27T13:05:00.002+01:002009-08-27T14:02:56.511+01:00“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”<br />Mark Twain<br /><br />Esta posta é dedicada em particular à Joaninha da substante, que não tenho lido ultimamente. Lerei lerei!kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-90489401290904389072009-08-17T15:00:00.004+01:002009-08-17T15:09:13.698+01:00Adam and Evegosto tanto de descobrir os paiises que haa sempre dentro dos paiises. perco-me nos gestos, nas cores, nos cheiros da terra, sobretudo quando chove. supreendo-me com o sol. perco-me nestes mundos. trazer-te comigo ee mais que perfeito por isso temo naao merecer.<br /><br />banda sonora - regina spektor, remember<br />fotografia: um salto de adaao atee eva, em tryfan, paiis de gales<br /><br />obrigada d!<br /><br />ps - e ai pessoal dos meus blogs favoritos: nao vos tenho lido que a net nao me tenho estado a jeito, mas espreitei-vos hoje oo que bem me soube!kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-11085551899542848242009-08-01T01:10:00.001+01:002009-08-01T01:10:25.917+01:00saí e deixei as peças da Sarah Kane para trás. ficaram elas e a Messa. merda.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-60219795363181243352009-07-16T22:23:00.002+01:002009-07-16T22:24:03.118+01:00vou passar a estar por aquimas não deixarei morrer a fruta.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-8046142506117213662009-07-07T00:07:00.003+01:002009-07-07T17:55:06.166+01:00before you goacabo de passar por esta fotografia<br />é uma fotografia-livro-inteiro. enviei-a para uma morada certa. espero que chegue ao destinatário. não fui eu que a fiz, encontrei-a <a href="http://danca-dos-erros.blogspot.com/">neste lindo lugar</a>, e a menina Vanessa diz que veio <a href="http://s234.photobucket.com/albums/ee178/vassphoto/?action=view&current=Adorote_by_complejo.jpg">daqui</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvgRqj5LjUqX4Skp7LW4RLIARaOLcGUR19v_R7lCb2RlqhsmWJRklbLAnrWwhXYsdILqkv4lNuaLKok_H0XsDu2vTHuI2SbhnDJimrVeoVBzSypgJfK54hAKOEWfTIQ_-rt5bew/s1600-h/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvgRqj5LjUqX4Skp7LW4RLIARaOLcGUR19v_R7lCb2RlqhsmWJRklbLAnrWwhXYsdILqkv4lNuaLKok_H0XsDu2vTHuI2SbhnDJimrVeoVBzSypgJfK54hAKOEWfTIQ_-rt5bew/s400/Adorote_by_complejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355488072918448642" border="0" /></a><br />a mala pronta a seguir. o peluche pendurado lembrando a ternura e a nostálgica saudade da família que se deixa quando se vai. sozinho. collants vermelhos. sangue. sexo. calor. o dia que termina. as luzes que se acendem com o cansaço. a despedida. a viagem. a vida.kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9041809.post-53555553267702021762009-07-05T21:11:00.003+01:002009-07-05T21:17:17.006+01:00dos 4 anosparabéns pelos 4 mui inspirados anos, grande e maravilhoso Estúdio Raposa!<div>um lugar onde se encontram belíssimas pinturas sonoras, em sensuais e encantados encontros da palavra com a música.</div><div>estou corada ainda por ter sido incluída num destes <a href="http://www.estudioraposa.com/index.php/01/07/2009/lugar-aos-outros-106-raquel-coelho/">programas</a>. é uma honra. nunca foi um sonho, mas confesso que adoro o resultado.</div><div>um sonoro PARABÉNS ao Luís Gaspar, homem que dá alma e voz ao <a href="http://www.estudioraposa.com/">maravilhoso Estúdio Raposa.</a></div>kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03751658501963941883noreply@blogger.com1