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os calados também dizem o que sentem

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"Parar com o trabalho de acusar as palavras. Não são mais ocas do que aquilo que carregam." (Malone Está a Morrer)

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.

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reckless [ˈrɛklɪs] adj: having or showing no regard for danger or consequences

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quanto tempo pode durar um olhar através da janela?

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Soon This Space Will Be Too Small And I'll go oustide To the huge illside Where the wild winds blow And the cold stars shine I'll put my foot On the living road And be carried from here To the heart of the world I'll be strong as a ship And wise as a wale And I'll say the three words That will save us all And I'll say the three words That will save us all Soon this space will be too small And

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RTP 22009-06-27 22:45h

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"Uma coisa falhada pode tornar-se bem sucedida se a mudares de lugar."Robert Bresson, in Notas Sobre o Cinematógrafo

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(...)I can't see life getting higher,Love, life, makes you feel higher,Love, of life, makes you feel higher,Higher, higher, higher, higher,Higher, higher, higher, higher,Love of life, makes you feel higher. Ian Curtis | The Sound of Music

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uma das minhas bandas favoritas da actualidade mudou de nome. os pretty balanced ex liberty tax chamam-se agora the alphabet.

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"Nunca regressei a um lugar de onde tivesse partido. Nunca regressei."- é por isso que não vale a pena insistir.

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no fim do mundo havia uma bola de papel enrolado feita de cartas palavras escrita caligrafiadesenrolei devagarinho com o coração nas mãos o medoque já não fosse ela ou que as palavras se apagassemoutra vez

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451

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la serpenta canta

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"Eu ando a pé: penso com maior velocidade." Maria Gabriela Llansol

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'Death won't save the day'Clutching the awareness that they never sold outDying alone unknownYou're not that kind of girl - we knowWhen the gold-dust settles and the world will catch a sightof your nose-job squashed in the middle of a fight, you'll see thatnothing's right - nothing's leftbut a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as goldAnd your death won't save the day,

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"O que nos pertence — quero dizer "o que verdadeiramente nos pertence" — , pertence-nos de uma tal forma que o passar dos anos não causa o mais pequeno beliscão."C. in Dias Felizes

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ouço o José Tolentino Mendonça no Câmara Clara e não consigo deixar de pensar nas palavras dele. na forma como as palavras podem provocar (convocar?) o silêncio.é um pouco como se esse silêncio abrisse um espaço amplo onde se pode respirar um pouco. mais devagar.o silêncio insiste: ainda não estamos mortos.

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2007: the sound of girlsGabriela KulkaClare FaderBernadette SeacrestNicki JaineJill TracyIva BittováAmanda Palmer

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uma palavra para Fay Grim de Hal Hartley: irrelevante.

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Dêem-me carreiros e estendais, passeios em volta e roupa ao vento.Arsélio Martins, O Lado Esquerdo

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Time is a peculiar thing -the less that you have, the more you begin to feel itMuch like love, the difference is - if we could cross the linewe could be making love, we could be never making anymore time(it's true)Gabriela Kulka, "Airlock"

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Silence is Sexy Silence is sexy Silence is sexy So sexy So silence Silence is sexy Silence is sexy So sexy So sexy Silence is not sexy at all L'amusement Solitude Die ungesellige Liebe Die fixe Idee L'idée fixe Nur ich & ich & ich & Tinitus Wenn die Musik

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não se escreve. sem a sombra da tarde. as palavras escondem-se e apagam-se devagar enquanto a luz desaparece. depois, é o silêncio de "um blogue semi-morto".

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1970 (retrato)A minha geração já se calou, já se perdeu, já amuou,já se cansou, desapareceu, ou então casou, ou então mudou, ou então morreu, já se acabou.A minha geração de hedonistas e de ateus, de anti-clubistas, de anarquistas, deprimidos e de artistas e de autistas, estatelou-se docemente contra o céu.A minha geração ironizou o coração, alimentou a confusão, brincou ás mil revoluções amando

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A Particularly Vicious RumorAs if the ocean were a conglomeration of tears from the walrus and other sea creatures, and you were swimming through it at a decent pace, and you never got tired and you never needed to breathe....

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a "regularidade mecânica" pode fixar uma memória?(não existe emoção sem memória)

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há algo nos filmes do Bresson que de certa forma me intimida. um desconforto. olho e não compreendo onde está. leio à procura:"A emoção nascerá de uma mecânica, do constrangimento a uma regularidade mecânica. Pensar em certos grandes pianistas para o compreender."[Robert Bresson, "Notas Sobre o Cinematógrafo"]deve ser por aqui.

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Borges e euAo outro, a Borges, é que acontecem as coisas. Eu caminho por Buenos Aires e demoro-me, talvez já mecanicamente, na contemplação do arco de um saguão e da cancela; de Borges tenho notícias pelo correio e vejo o seu nome num trio de professores ou num dicionário biográfico. Agra­dam-me os relógios de areia, os mapas, a tipografia do século XVIII, as etimologias, o sabor do café e a

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só podemos amar aquilo que, de alguma forma, (re)conhecemos?breve e ágil gazela uma sombra que se escapa o movimento das folhas numa árvore num livro deixado o princípio do dia a primeira luz um fragmento difuso na superfície de um espelho ou da água o barulho da água a curva do rosto um movimento inesperado das mãos

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faster speeds, more friends, bigger webs of contact, finding old contacts, blogging...all doesn't mean shit if the underlying content isn't worth sharing or reflecting on. we are all, i think, faced with so many choices and so much temptation to plug in, post, respond, search, find, share further, etc. that we are also forced to engage in a constant struggle between self and self-sharing and

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Juventude em Marcha | Pedro Costa (2006)

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"...mas antes de tudo coisa bebe uma garrafa dum vinho bom e pensa em mim"

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Manderlay | Lars Von Trier

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Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors | Sergei Paradjanov

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"...there are moments in life when all habitual ideas, rules and relationships are involuntarily re-evaluated. Moments of the highest tension and the greatest attention to life. It is as if you throw yourself wide open, and each new thought, each image that penetrates you, draws after it dozens and hundreds of others, similar and dissimilar. As if the current catches you and only strong muscles

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"You are my great friend but there might be something lacking in your art, and it's that you haven't spent at least a year in Soviet prison. Being in total darkness, hungry, and full of lice, man begins to think differently about the universe, to experience differently the sunlight, life." [Sergei Paradjanov para Andrei Tarkovsky]

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these days1999 was the year the Indian Nuclear Satellite went out of control. No one knew where it might land. It soared above the ozone layer like a lethal bird of prey. The whole world was alarmed... Claire couldn't care less.

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au hasard

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CesarinyQuando lhe perguntaram uma vez se não sentia necessidade de escrever, respondeu: "Nenhuma. Para quê? A quem?".

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sessão da noiteJubilee | Derek Jarman

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In short, the meaning of artis the search for God in man.- Andrey Tarkovsky

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.[Sergei Paradjanov, "Sayat Nova"]

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An artistic imageis one that ensures its own development,its historical viability.An image is a grain,a self-evolving retroactive organism.It is a symbol of actual life,as opposed to death.An image of life, by contrast,excludes it, or else sees in ita unique potentialfor the affirmation of life.- Andrey Tarkovsky

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[Sergei Paradjanov, "Sayat Nova"]

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sessão da noite

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acredite se ler no 1bskisto sim é que é serviço público.e já agora, obrigadinho feira nova.:)

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"13 de Setembro.Entre os sinais que me avisam de que a juventude terminou, o principal é aperceber-me de que a literatura já não me interessa verdadeiramente. Quero dizer que já não abro os livros com aquela viva e ansiosa esperança de coisas espirituais que, apesar de tudo, outrora sentia. leio e quereria ler cada vez mais, mas já não recebo as várias experiências com entusiasmo, já não as fundo

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"(...) descobrir um outro pedaço deste mundo que já conheço em parte, recorrer ao já conhecido como um auxílio nessa descoberta, verificar, numa palavra, quanto é bom e justo o nosso próprio passado. Nunca pretender dar um salto no desconhecido, nem renascer de repente uma manhã. Utilizar as beatas dos cigarros da noite anterior e convencermo-nos de que o tempo - o antes e o depois - é apenas uma

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a nossa liberdade é sempre a liberdade que resta ao resto do resto do mundo

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Zamri, umri, voskresni!

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não sei se alguém reparou, mas acabei de "deslinkar" o abrupto do Pacheco.

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One night as he sat at his table head on hands he saw himself rise and go. One night or day.

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"Os segredos permitem antever um encanto quase insuportável, cheiram a qualquer coisa indizivelmente bela."(Jacob von Gunten)

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"Talvez se esconda em mim um homem muito, muito vulgar. Ou talvez tenha sangue azul. Não sei. Mas uma coisa sei com certeza: serei no futuro um zero à esquerda, um zero muito redondo e encantador. Quando for velho, terei de servir jovens grosseiros, presunçosos e mal-educados, ou serei mendigo, ou morrerei na miséria."in JACOB VON GUNTEN UM DIÁRIO, de Robert Walser

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"This is my life. It always will be. Nothing else...just us. The camera...and those wonderful people out there in the dark. Alright, Mr. Demille, I'm ready for my close-up."

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Little poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm?You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burnsAnd it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts!There are fumes I cannot touch.Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?If I could bleed, or sleep! -If my mouth

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"é bonito, o silêncio"de dentro para fora. o plano da nuca.a mulher à janela. chove.a chuva está do lado de dentro ou do lado de fora do silêncio?

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esta teimosia. de insistir na ideia que não se tem que alimentar uma amizade. porque dar de comer à amizade tornaria essa amizade menos bela, menos perfeita. e se isto for apenas mais uma desculpa, mais um dos infinitos estratagemas da preguiça?à conta desta ideia peregrina posso ter já perdido todos os meus amigos.pela erosão do silêncio. escreve: o avanço lento desse manto de esquecimento que

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"Un acteur est dans le cinématographe comme dans un pays étranger. Il n’en parle pas la langue."Robert Bresson

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"When will the heart be aweary of beating....?"

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há um idiota à espera?

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(com os habituais agradecimentos à Cinemateca...)

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a liberdade tornaria a solidão mais suportável?

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(...)But now alone over rocks, mountainsCast out from thy lovely bosom: Cruel jealousy! selfish fear!Self-destroying: how can delight,Renew in these chains of darknessWhere bones of beasts are strownOn the bleak and snowy mountains Where bones from the birth are buriedBefore they see the light.Blake, The Book of Ahania

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todos os anos pergunto ao silêncio que fica pelo silêncio que ainda falta entre nós.quase peguei no telefone. este ano, outra vez.queria saber de ti, minha amiga.um bom ano de 2006.

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"Esta manhã acordei, depois de me ter lavado e vestido pareceu-me que de repente era tudo luminoso para mim e que sabia como se deve viver."(Irina)in "Três Irmãs", A. Tchekov

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" - Nunca está quieto, nunca... Nunca consigo estar muito tempo a ver o mar senão o que acontece em terra deixa de me interessar.- Às vezes pergunto-me se não é inutil a seriedade que se põe no trabalho. Também não a achas ridícula?- Acho que tenho os olhos molhados. O que querem que faça com os meus olhos? O que devo ver?- Tu dizes 'o que devo ver?' Eu digo 'como devo viver?' É a mesma coisa."in

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"E assim, porque era Primavera, e porqueeu tinha andado a evitá-la há tanto tempo,decidi meter-me num buracoe depois saí para a vasta planície.Um céu cheio de Outono.E todas as coisas tremiame havia longas sombras azuis.Eu levava comigoa fotografia de uma cidade.Um carro aproximou-se, saído de um filme,e passou mesmo ao meu ladode faróis a piscar.Olá. Desculpe. Pode dizer-me onde estou?..."Laurie

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nunca estive em itália. apetecia-me muito ver agora o deserto vermelho.- o deserto vermelho é em itália?acho que não.podíamos começar a viagem com pasolini, o evangelho.eu tinha isso gravado... mas acho que o perdi.- quando é que começámos a perder coisas?

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se eu desligar o blog também poupo 32 €?

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Metade da minha alma parece respirar melhor do queoutra metade. Para dizer a verdade não sei sea outra metade respira.João Miguel Fernandes Jorge, in Invisíveis Correntes

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Escuta-me, pretendíamos apenas estar juntos.A terra firme sob os pés. Tínhamos deixado os olhosno átrio crescendo lá em cima. Quase terrestre aúnica estrela propagada à manhã do dezembromarítimo.A terra era uma vigilância sem fim.Transbordandoa água ali ainda líquida audível sem limitepassando de um a outro a alegria de coisa simplescantiga nossa acordando os peixesos grandes peixes

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Karen Sillas & Robert Burke in Hal Hartley's "SIMPLE MEN"

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o gelo avança devagar. já parou os pequenos cursos de água. o silêncio.não te mexas. respira.está frio aqui.se eu disser que as mãos me pedem, todos os dias,a tua peleisto é apenas um lugar comum, má poesia?

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tenho cada vez mais dificuldade em compreender a importância dos lugares. podemos ser infelizes em qualquer parte.

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