*my tiger walks!
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
your gun says BUUMM!
it´s not my head, my sick head boy.
Fuck me harder!!
oh!....wanna take your bruises home. (another way to love you)
Monday, October 30, 2006
"reena" - Sonic Youth
You keep me coming home again
You keep me coming home again
When you were gone, I met a friend
She taught me how to live in the end
You keep me coming home again
You keep me coming home again
Are her eyes brown or blue?
How does she keep her steady cool
My heart and soul are wrapped up in her eyes
A little blink, yeah, I recognize
A little blink, yeah, that's my prize
A wild horse sitting right there by your side
Hard to ignore, hard to disguise
Will she ever realize?
You keep me coming home again
You keep me coming home again
When you were gone I was out of my mind
I had a friend who laughed all the time
I had a friend who cried all the time
I had a friend who screamed all the time
I had a friend who lied all the time
"Can i keep him?"- Anja Garbarek

In the end
There was no-one to see
No helicopters in the sky the next day
Or the day after
No-one was searching
'Cause no-one knew he was missing

He followed me home
Can I keep him?
He followed me

A pretty boy like you
With hands that could break me in two
But don't
Breaking away gently
Come on
Let's go

He's still warm
And close to me
I can see tears in his eyes
And I feel better

He followed me home
Can I keep him?
He followed me

In the end
There was no-one to see
No helicopters in the sky the next day
Or the day after
No-one was searching
'Cause no-one knew he was missing
Saturday, October 21, 2006
...AND USE YOUR OWN LIFE, BITCH!!!
(REMEMBER THE TIME OF PLENTY)
Antony and the Johnsons with Charles Atlas - Turning


"Forma is working with International Music to co-produce the first European tour of Turning, a collaboration between Antony and the Johnsons and Charles Atlas to be presented in October - November 06."- http://www.forma.org.uk/programme/current/performances/turning.html


10 Nov 06
Theatro Circo de Braga, Braga, PT

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....." Fiona".......
Amos Kollek , 1998
F.Woodman
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Lyrics to "Song to the Siren" by This Mortal Coil
On the floating, shapeless oceans
I did all my best to smile
til your singing eyes and fingersdrew me loving into your eyes.
And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;
Let me enfold you."
Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.
Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was full sail?
Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.
For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow.
"Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.
I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.
I'm as riddled as the tide.
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or shall I lie with death my bride?
Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."
"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."

Sunday, October 15, 2006
Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes!
E eu acreditava.
Acreditava,porque ao teu lado todas as coisas eram possíveis.
Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos.
Era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário.
Era no tempo em que os meus olhos eram os tais peixes verdes.
Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.
É pouco, mas é verdade: uns olhos como todos os outros.
Já gastámos as palavras.
Quando agora digo: meu amor...,
já não se passa absolutamente nada.
E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,
tenho a certezade que todas as coisas estremeciam
só de murmurar o teu nome
no silêncio do meu coração.
Não temos já nada para dar.
Dentro de ti
não há nada que me peça água.
O passado é inútil como um trapo.
E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.
Adeus

Eugénio de Andrade
Saturday, October 14, 2006




Drawings on paper, A4 from the publication NON, Annelise Coste, Edition Patrick Frey, Zürich, 2003

Sunday, October 08, 2006


Antony & the Jonhsons
..."hope there´s someone"..
Monday, October 02, 2006
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"I´M SORRY. WHAT WAS...? "

Marianne Faithfull, As tears go by
"It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see But not for me, I sit and watch as tears go by. My riches cant buy everything, I want to hear the children sing. All I hear is the sound Of rain falling on the ground, I sit and watch as tears go by. It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Doing things I used to do They think are new,I sit and watch as tears go by. Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ... "