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alugo | este | espaço

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:: simples [mente] > not real

“it is better to be hated for what you are than
    loved for what you are not."
     andre gide

:: #11 > just | suck it and see

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objecto©xserra | sobre foto de brenda

:: o meu rock'enrole- # ?? [Filarmónica Extravagante – dia 2]

done: último dia de concerto

“uxu kalhus + banda s.f.u assaforense”
em: centro cultural olga cadaval

:: o meu rock'enrole- # ?? [constantino o contador de fábulas]

done: constantino o contador de fábulas

“constantino o contador de fábulas”

em: centro cultural olga cadaval

:: o meu rock'enrole- # ?? [Filarmónica Extravagante – dia 1]

done: por hoje tá feito. amanhã há mais

“uxu kalhus + banda s.f.u assaforense”
em: centro cultural olga cadaval

:: convite para um naufrágio

“we're all going to die.
all of us. what a circus!
that alone should make
us love each other
but it doesn't.
we are terrorized and
flattened by trivialities.
we are eaten up by nothing”
charles bukowski
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e ela disse (no meio dum suspiro):

- a minha vida dava um filme...

e eu repliquei (tentando atenuar a carga duma vida inteira):

- a minha dava um daqueles anúncios de

televendas, que dão de madrugada na TV e

que vendem produtos, que parecem espetaculares

mas que ninguém necessita realmente.

e ela disse:
- e o que é que isso interessa?

eu disse:
- nada.

ficámos em silêncio. na mesma imensidão de nada que

antecedia esta extraordinária troca de impressões.
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nota: as minhas desculpas por este post ñ ter uma bela duma melodia a acompanhar mas a net tem destas coisas

:: o meu rock'enrole- # ?? [beyoncé, “the mrs. carter show” - II]

load in > done
load out > done

:: opus nº# 3 cretinos à conversa.........[+ os pássaros a voar, o cágado e os carros a passar]

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“of all the things i've lost,

    i miss my mind the most”

mark twain

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não era bem este o estado de espírito,

mas calhou tropeçar em mark twain & wim mertens

no mesmo dia

são merdas que acontecem
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:: o meu rock'enrole- #??* [beyoncé, “the mrs. carter show”]

load in > done


*já me perdi na contagem romana | depois numero!
 ...ou então vou mesmo procrastinar sobre este assunto

:: manual de instruções para crimes banais

como matar-te num post-it e com apenas duas letras:
“(ei)“
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não sei precisar quanto, mas a maior parte de mim morreu hoje.

data e hora do óbito: 17 de março de 2014 pelas 8:00h da manhã
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:: #10 > just | always

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so on

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so on

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so on

:: triplo salto mortal encarpado

“people empty me.

i have to get away to refill”

charles bukowski

:: frank says

foto/imagem de ?

:: a candy-colored clown... a candy-colored clown... 6:13min. e em repeat

“a candy-colored clown they call the sandman
tiptoes to my room every night
just to sprinkle star dust and to whisper
"go to sleep, everything is alright"

:: brief uncontrolled moments called happiness

objecto: wasted rita

:: and then the next thing you know

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lonely night

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can’t escape

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broken bough

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fall into

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finite space

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roof torn down

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empty place

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so tired

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no garden grows

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windows shuttered

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dark inside

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pain is absurd

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come down

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cry

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i’m older

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heavens burn

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pilot ignites

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look of concern

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make you sad

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:: season in the hail [num dia de granizo]

“goodbye to you, my trusted friend
we've known each other since we were nine or ten
together we've climbed hills and trees
learned of love and a b c's
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
(...)
we had joy we had fun
we had seasons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time
(...)
goodbye michelle, my little one
you gave me love and helped me find the sun
and every time that i was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground

goodbye michelle, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky
now that the spring is in the air
with the flowers everywhere
i wish that we could both be there

we had joy we had fun
we had seasons in the sun
but the stars we could reach
were just starfish on the beach

we had joy we had fun
we had seasons in the sun
but the wine and the song
like the seasons have all gone"
(fade)