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A SAUDADE É A NOSSA ALMA DIZENDO PARA ONDE ELA QUER VOLTAR...

sexta-feira, 30 de julho de 2010

Doce de pimenta!




Sou...


Confesssions of a dangerous mind




"The Gong Show provided me with five years of the happiest times of my life, but that's that. And to be known as the guy who gave the world The Gong Show - listen, my Uncle George isn't known as anything. So I guess it isn't so bad in that context."

Esta também tem uma história deliciosa...


Foto: Richard Avedon
... queres ouvir?

Badass love is still beautiful love!!!!

Waiting for you...



Foto: James Quinn-Hawtin

Come get me!

Mr. Christopher Walken








"I think that sometimes when they see me in a movie they expect me to be something nasty. I mean, I play a lot of villains and you show up and they think maybe... That's why it's good to defy expectations sometimes."

Nos antigamentes...


... antes dele achar que podia ser o Jim Morrison!


terça-feira, 27 de julho de 2010

23 de maio de 2009

"YUKOKU" by Mishima








Para dias de calor intenso... a suar!!!

Os segundos da eternidade...


Every time I see you

every time I hear you speak

every time I walk with you
my knees get a little weak
my heart skips a beat...

every time I see you
every time I see you

I fall in love again
fall in love again.

Every time I touch your hand
my temperature rises...

we can find all the surprises,
make no compromises...

Every time I see you,
every time I see you

I fall in love again,
fall in love again,


again and again, oh baby... baby... fall in love again...

Amo-te com a alma a transbordar...

I'm on fire... in a very sweet way!

sexta-feira, 23 de julho de 2010

...you Victor!


You have been wonderful, my Juliette, all through these dark and violet days. If I needed love, you brought it to me, bless you! When, in my hiding places, always dangerous, after a night of waiting, I heard the key of my door trembling in your fingers, peril and darkness were no longer round me--what entered then was light! We must never forget those terrible, but so sweet, hours when you were close to me in the intervals of fighting. Let us remember all our lives that dark little room, the ancient hangings, the two armchairs, side by side, the meal we ate off the corner of the table, the cold chicken you had brought; our sweet converse, your caresses, your anxieties, your devotion. You were surprised to find me calm and
serene.
Do you know whence came both calmness and serenity?
From you...

Victor Hugo

Once I was Juliette...


If only I were a clever woman, I could describe to you my gorgeous bird, how you unite in yourself the beauties of form, plumage, and song!

I would tell you that you are the greatest marvel of all ages, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, my superb one, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked at only lately, therefore, it cannot be.

I will not tell you to what degree you are dazzling and to the birds of sweet song who, as you know, are none the less beautiful and appreciative.

I am content to delegate to them the duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter far to the heart.

I love you, I love you. my Victor; I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.

I recognise you in all the beauty that surrounds me in form, in colour, in perfume, in harmonious sound: all of these mean you to me. You are superior to all. I see and admire - you are all!

You are not only the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colours, but the sun himself, that illumines, warms, and revivifies! This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

Juliette Drouet


Como o caralho!

Allo... Allo!



Sempre!

quarta-feira, 21 de julho de 2010

Cheap lying no good rotten brainless dickless hopeless heartless fat ass bugeyed stiff like its fatty lip wormheaded sack of monkey shit he is!!!


Breakfast in bed? On the first floor...


Mr. Avedon and one of it's magical moments!!!!

Yes I do... And you do too!!!!


Todo o que é teu... de manhã à noite e nas horas sem horas... as tuas mãos, o teu sorriso, a maneira como esticas o pescoço para o lado quando pões um disco, os teus pés (amo tanto os teus pés), a barba que me arranha, como andas descalço em todo lado, como olhas as coisas... como ris como um menino, como contas histórias, como contas a vida, amo o teu beijo, a tua música e vou amar entrar no mar contigo... eterno como tu!

Tigres e balões pela rua...



... e origamis!

terça-feira, 20 de julho de 2010

É de uma pessoa se apaixonar!

Que voz de sussurro bom... melhor só a voz meia adormecida da minha metade da alma...

segunda-feira, 19 de julho de 2010

sexta-feira, 16 de julho de 2010

Pilots...

Armoured cars sail the sky
They're pink at dawn
If I lived forever, you just wouldn't be
So beautiful, as the sun
When it shines all over the world
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
Ice and clouds, shimmer outside
Rain just falls, at magic hour
It's just the sound of you and me
Time twitching
Murmurs of our friendly machine
We're pilots watching the stars
The world pre-occupied
We're pilots watching the stars
Who do we think we are?
(Yes, who do...)

There's just the sound
Of you and me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RN6T3kCyoeE

Love from the room at number 12...

...next time by the ocean...



segunda-feira, 12 de julho de 2010

so mad...

Minha alma espera por ti...

"We don't love to be loved; we love to love."



My Adele, why is there no word for this but joy? Is it because there is no power in human speech to express such happiness?

The sudden bound from mournful resignation to infinite felicity seemed to upset me. Even now I am still beside myself and sometimes I tremble lest I should suddenly awaken from this dream divine.

Oh, now you are mine! At last you are mine! Soon -- in a few weeks, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there.

All your thoughts at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thoughts, all my moments, all my looks, will be for you!

My Adele!


Victor Hugo


Tua!

domingo, 11 de julho de 2010

sexta-feira, 9 de julho de 2010

Humm... You do have a point...

Miss Carmen in the house!!!!!

Oh!!!! Yes I d0!!!!


I feel like Mickey Mouse is running down my spine!!!!

Golden!!!!

As palavras do primeiro acordar, as palavras que me fazem falta, as palavras mais belas, as mais doces,:

- Bom dia meu amor!

(porque o teu olhar e a tua voz as acompanhava!)

"Bom dia, boa tarde, boa noite amor

Bom dia, amor
Eu gosto tanto de você
Boa tarde, amor
Eu gosto tanto de você
Boa noite, amor
Eu gosto tanto de você
Dorme, dorme, meu amor
Dorme, dorme, meu amor

Mas por favor
Diga que vai sonhar comigo
Que eu também vou sonhar com você

Pois tudo que eu falo, que eu canto, que eu penso, que eu amo, que eu olho, que eu quero
Só vejo você

Mas por favor
Diga que vai sonhar comigo
Que eu também vou sonhar com você"

quarta-feira, 7 de julho de 2010

Para o senhor Pinóquio!

Hummm... a menina ainda se vai lembrando de umas coisas boas... cheiros, sabores, músicas... sorrisos e olhares a meio da noite... nomes falham, sensações eternas ficam tatuadas a pele e na alma!