os chefes secretos no Porto
For the first time in Portugal, the legendary Secret Chiefs 3!
Live in Porto, September 30, more details coming soon!
http://www.last.fm/event/730959
http://www.myspace.com/secretchiefs3
http://www.soopa.org/html/home.html
voz
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do and I was made for you
You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you.
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you
Ohh yea it's true... that I was made for you
musisofia
Por vezes gostamos de músicas sem as conhecer bem, sem perceber bem porquê.
Ou então pegamos num som com os ouvidos e captamos duas palavras aleatóriamente com as quais criamos outra mesma música.
Outras vezes somos invadidos pela combinação de duas ou mais frequências que nos activam o interruptor da empatia e apaixonamo-nos simplesmente.
Mas muitas vezes passamos pelo processo todo ao longo do tempo. Conhecemos duas das frequências, apaixonamo-nos, fixamos umas palavras, criamos a nossa versão.. até que um dia parece que conhecemos mais profundamente a música e exploramos mais profundamente todas as suas palavras, frequências, camadas e variações. E no fim.. continuamos apaixonados.
Pixies - Allison
from distant star
to this here bar
the me, the you
where are we now?
horray the blues
of everyone
allison
keeps a smile
around a while
he took no fright
and jettisoned
we'll go tonight
to hear him tell
"oh well"
allison
allison
and when the planet hit the sun
i saw the face of allison
allison
allison
I Hate Krishnamurti: Immediate action
If you are in contact with anything, with your wife, with your children, with the sky, with the clouds, with any fact, the moment thought interferes with it you lose contact. Thought springs from memory. Memory is the image, and from there you look and therefore there is a separation between the observer and the observed.
You have to understand this very deeply. It is this separation of the observer from the observed that makes the observer want more experience, more sensations, and so he is everlastingly pursuing, seeking. It has to be completely and totally understood that as long as there is an observer, the one that is seeking experience, the censor, the entity that evaluates, judges, condemns, there is no immediate contact with what is. When you have pain, physical pain, there is direct perception; there is not the observer who is feeling the pain; there is only pain. Because there is no observer there is immediate action. There is not the idea and then action, but there is only action when there is pain, because there is a direct physical contact. The pain is you; there is pain. As long as this is not completely understood, realized, explored and felt deeply, as long as it is not wholly grasped, not intellectually, not verbally, that the observer is the observed, all life becomes conflict, a contradiction between opposing desires, the 'what should be' and the 'what is'. You can do this only if you are aware whether you are looking at it as an observer, when you look at a flower or a cloud or anything.
Book of Life - August 21st
I Hate Krishnamurti: What is accumulated is not truth
As long as there is the experiencer remembering the experience, truth is not. Truth is not something to be remembered, stored up, recorded, and then brought out. What is accumulated is not truth. The desire to experience creates the experiencer, who then accumulates and remembers. Desire makes for the separation of the thinker from his thought; the desire to become, to experience, to be more or to be less, makes for division between the experiencer and the experience. Awareness of the ways of desire is self-knowledge. Self-knowledge is the beginning of meditation.
Book of Life - August 20th
filho da puta
"A vida é
o que fazemos dela.
As viagens sao os viajantes.
O que vemos não é
o que vemos, senão
o que somos"
Fernando Pessoa
sharks patrol these waters
laissez-faire, ___________________________________
INTRODUÇÃO
No almoço, no telejornal, falaram de um restaurante na Catalunha que apenas consegue receber menos de 1% dos clientes que tentam reservar. Só serve jantares e as refeições demoram em média 5 horas. O preço por refeição é duzento se tal euros. Tinham la uma garrafa de vinho de 5000 euros.
ENQUADRAMENTO
Entao provocou em mim um certo sentimento de revolta que tentei perceber.
ANÁLISE TÉCNOLÓGICA
- Se eu visse uma noticia de uma situação de extrema pobreza ou de guerra ficaria mais, ou menos chocado? Porque?
- Aceitam-se quaisquer diferenças como uma questão cultural ou há/deve haver uma questão ética associada?
- Que diferenças pode haver entre nós?
- Como se lida com os bens raros?
- Quereria beber vinho de 5000 euros? E se fosse sumo de laranja?
- Algumas pessoas são más ou são só estupidas?
PROTÓTIPO
( ... )
CONCLUSÃO E TRABALHO FUTURO
( ... )
BIBLIOGRAFIA
o caminho marítimo para a arte
Arte é a concretização
em letras, da verdade
inalcançável.
A própria definição
de
arte, é arte.
A discussão
sobre
o que é arte,
é contradição
da
própria arte
pois é vulgar
Ao mesmo tempo
é o trabalho
infindável
para construir
quatro letras
a
r
t
e
Entao?
nao se pode falar
de arte?
Pode
mas nao
deve
bicicreta onte
A: casa
B: dentista
C: faculdade
D: emprego
E: São Bento, Bruno, cerveja
F: Douro
G: Ponto à beira rio
H: Vai subir! (Vai tu)
I: casa da musica. regresso ao plano. Nao faz frio.
J: Ja se considera casa. pequena descida triunfal :)
miss fortune
Scientists were preparing an experiment to ask the ultimate question.
They had worked for months gathering one each of every computer that
was built. Finally the big day was at hand. All the computers were
linked together. They asked the question, "Is there a God?". Lights
started blinking, flashing and blinking some more. Suddenly, there
was a loud crash, and a bolt of lightning came down from the sky,
struck the computers, and welded all the connections permanently
together. "There is now", came the reply.
