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

segunda-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2011

E pouco mais precisamos de saber sobre...


Emil Nolde; "Citronlunden"  
"Tudo o que sabemos do amor, é que o amor é tudo que existe." - Emily Dickinson

O semeador de estrelas (Kaunas, Lituânia)



"For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream."
Vincent Van Gogh

quarta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2011

FILM

"Film"

Director: Alan Schneider
Script: Samuel Beckett
Actor: Buster Keaton



terça-feira, 22 de fevereiro de 2011

Un pizzico di fortuna (Lucky me!)


“Love is like an earthquake-unpredictable, a little scary, but when the hard part is over you realize how lucky you truly are.”

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Give me your forever...



I will!!!!

Nude...

"The undressed is vulgar - the nude is pure"

Robert Green Ingersoll


Lovesong

He loved her and she loved him. 
His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to 
He had no other appetite 
She bit him she gnawed him she sucked 
She wanted him complete inside her 
Safe and sure forever and ever 
Their little cries fluttered into the curtains 

Her eyes wanted nothing to get away 
Her looks nailed down his hands his wrists his elbows 
He gripped her hard so that life 
Should not drag her from that moment 
He wanted all future to cease 
He wanted to topple with his arms round her 
Off that moment's brink and into nothing 
Or everlasting or whatever there was 

Her embrace was an immense press 
To print him into her bones 
His smiles were the garrets of a fairy palace 
Where the real world would never come 
Her smiles were spider bites 
So he would lie still till she felt hungry 
His words were occupying armies 
Her laughs were an assassin's attempts 
His looks were bullets daggers of revenge 
His glances were ghosts in the corner with horrible secrets 
His whispers were whips and jackboots 
Her kisses were lawyers steadily writing 
His caresses were the last hooks of a castaway 
Her love-tricks were the grinding of locks 
And their deep cries crawled over the floors 
Like an animal dragging a great trap 
His promises were the surgeon's gag 
Her promises took the top off his skull 
She would get a brooch made of it 
His vows pulled out all her sinews 
He showed her how to make a love-knot 
Her vows put his eyes in formalin 
At the back of her secret drawer 
Their screams stuck in the wall 

Their heads fell apart into sleep like the two halves 
Of a lopped melon, but love is hard to stop 

In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs 
In their dreams their brains took each other hostage 

In the morning they wore each other's face

Ted Hughes

segunda-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2011

sexta-feira, 18 de fevereiro de 2011

A ti nunca te esqueço amiga...



http://dl.dropbox.com/u/19239733/Lula%20Pena%20-%2012%20-%20N%C3%A3o%20%2B%20Amar.mp3

A música é linda e tu és o mau-feitio com mais bom feitio que alguma vez tive o privilegio de conhecer, obrigada pelas noites e pelos dias em que nos riamos no meio de lágrimas e fúrias e desaires e parvoíces!!!!
Estás para sempre comigo.
Adoro-te gaja!

quinta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2011

Desde o primeiro beijo...

...soube mais a vida desde inicio!!!

I defy




"I defy! i love your way
How could it be different?
I defy! i love your way
Well how could it be different?

Ooh, now i'm kissing the real you
Now i'm kissing the real you"


Agora eu beijo quem és e deixo-me ser beijada...

Alberto Vargas and his girls!



Alberto Vargas (Peruvian 1896-1982)

"Joaquin Alberto Vargas y Chavez was born in Peru in 1896. In 1911 he went to Paris with his brother and father. The boys were on their way to Switzerland for schooling and eventual apprenticeships, but the Paris stopover changed Alberto's life forever. There Vargas discovered his two great artistic idols: Ingres and Raphael Kirchner. Kirchner was a premier artist for La Vie Parisienne. Vargas was profoundly influenced by his technique and his approach to the female figure. Vargas was summoned to England in 1916 to begin his apprenticeship with a major English photography house. With World War One swirling around him, he found it impossible to get from Paris to London. It was, however, feasible to get to America and then back to Peru, so he headed for home, but Vargas didn't make it.  Vargas stayed in New York and found work retouching photographs, drawing and painting. In 1919, Vargas became the primary Ziegfeld artist for twelve years, painting portraits of all the stars of each season on Broadway. Vargas was never a very successful businessman and when the Follies work ended in 1931 he found himself in financial hardship and desperate for work. Then, in similar fashion of his replacing Kirchner at the Ziegfeld Follies, Esquire hired him to replace George Petty, another well-known pin-up artist of the time. In 1958, Vargas finally returned to Peru for a much-needed break from his commercial artist career.  The late fifties were a time of little paying work for Vargas. Instead Vargas spent those years perfecting his technique and fine-tuning his skills.  Hugh Hefner then hired Vargas in 1960 to paint foldout nudes for Playboy magazine. At the age of 64, when most people are considering the notion of retirement, Vargas began a new career that would finally give him the respect and financial security he merited. He worked for Playboy for 16 years during which time he produced 152 paintings. Many of them were masterpieces, but the constant need to create a glamorous painting of a sexy 19 year old month after month often resulted in some formulaic and occasionally perfunctory work.

Vargas had an intuitive ability to paint an idealized female form glorified but never vulgarized.  Vargas’ art was all about sensuality and seduction, but the sex was never blatant."

quarta-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2011

"Letters to dead people"







http://www.facebook.com/letterstodeadpeople

Rock me baby, with your honey tones!!!















Pina by Wim Wenders (2011)

Quero muito ver...



"Dancing is the poetry of the foot."   
- John Dryden

Love and some verses...



"love to say this in your ear,
"I'll love you that way"
from your changing contentments,
what will you choose for to share?
someday drawing you different,
may I be weaved in your hair?"

terça-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2011

The Cave singers



"Lay me down in the echoing seasons, with your hands over my eyes"

E... UAU!!!

Finding my way home...

"So don't you go,
Away, I know,
Without your love,
I'll never find my way back home,
I'll never find my way back home,
No, no,
I'll never find my way back home,
No, no,
I'll never find my way back home."

sexta-feira, 4 de fevereiro de 2011

És tu, Pechincha!

Gelsomina!!!


"The Fool: Maybe he loves you? 
Gelsomina: Me? 
The Fool: Why not? He is like dogs. A dog looks at you, wants to talk, and only barks."


"La strada", Frederico Fellini

An "Electrc kiss"




"We'll live together 
Peace, love, solitude and happiness 
Electric kiss "

P.S.: Nem tudo é mau, né?

quinta-feira, 3 de fevereiro de 2011

I follow rivers...

Completamente apaixonada...



...e por esta música também!!!

"You’re my river running high, run deep run wild
I, I follow, I follow you deeps sea baby, I follow you"

quarta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2011

Os beijos da tua boca...



"Beije-me ele com os beijos da sua boca; porque melhor é o seu amor do que o vinho"

Cântico dos cânticos