Mood: Reality

I, I, I'm loosing you - My life is so sad when I'm alone - No, No, I'm not in love - I just want to fuck and go away.

[de "When I Saw You", por Woman in Panic]

Informação adicional sobre Woman in Panic, pode ser obtida, via Kraak FM <'+++<, através deste link.

Why?

God put a song on my palm that you can't read.

Não Sei Quantos Sentidos Tenho

"A distância que se invalida..." palavras d'O Piano. De um pranto que se forma através de um elogio que não mereço. O pranto é uma parte das nossas palavras instrumentais e instrumentalizadas que saem geometricamente dos seus contornos. Como se tirássemos as palavras de nós próprios e ao mesmo tempo tivéssemos uma pá para as recolher.

Fecho os olhos e aguardo pelos raios de sol que andam aí a chegar. Sem distâncias e na altura própria, o meu pranto fica para a minha sepultura, como numa reflexão fora de prazo, roído pelos arranhões dos gatos que povoam o subterrâneo do caixão.

Quando aí estiver realmente só, darei largas à imaginação da minha dor e lembrar-me-ei de um dos grandes álbuns dos Built to Spill: 'There's Nothing Wrong with Love'. Pois não. Não há nada de errado. Nós é que muitas vezes o matamos. Quer sejamos obrigados. Quer por não termos dado conta. Quer por não termos paciência.

Como se cada verso fosse uma diferente história.

"I thought I bored me but I learned to think like you

Now nothing bores me that's that nothing is thought through."

[in "Big Dipper", by Built to Spill]

[photo by Kraak @ Praga (CZ), 26 Abr '08]

A Transição

Where are you going?

[photo by Kraak @ Dublin (IE), 5 Abr '08]

O Meu Encontro Acidental com James Murphy

Hoje à tarde, decidi ir até à estação com uns colegas para tomar um café. Qual não é o meu espanto, quando ao passar pelas bilheteiras, um cavalheiro vem ter comigo e pergunta:

-Sorry, do you speak English?

-Yes. Can I help you?

-Could you help me to find a train to Oporto?

-Of course I can. Let's check the timetable.

(estivemos a ver os horários e expliquei-lhe como deveria fazer)

-Thank you very very much. You saved my life.

-Did I? Haha. No, you saved mine! Look, you are James Murphy, aren't you? From LCD Soundsystem.

-How did you recognize me? :S

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e assim fomos os 2 alegremente tomar uma refastelada bujeca ao café da estação. Depois acompanhei-o ao comboio. Pronto, não foi um Coffee Scum, mas um Beer Scum.

WEEE!

Het Is Waar!

You Belong in Amsterdam

A little old fashioned, a little modern - you're the best of both worlds. And so is Amsterdam. Whether you want to be a squatter graffiti artist or a great novelist, Amsterdam has all that you want in Europe (in one small city).

What European City Do You Belong In?

Crama, vai uma voltita de fiets? :P

Nem Eu Esperava Outra Coisa

Your Blog Should Be Blue

Your blog is a peaceful, calming force in the blogosphere. You tend to avoid conflict - you're more likely to share than rant. From your social causes to cute pet photos, your life is a (mostly) open book.

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

[Quiz encontrado no blog do Hugo.]

The After-Party

"Time may change me but I can't trace time".

in "Changes", taken from 'Hunky Dory', by David Bowie

34 in Reverse

Há 43 anos dormitava na barriga da minha mãe, sensível aos seus movimentos. Uma história banal tanto em 1965 como em 2008. Meio futuro, meio passado.

Na realidade, gostaria de ser como os The National: "We are looking for astronauts, isn't it a little late for this?"

Hoje, recordo-me como no passado recente me informaram do desalento da humanidade, através de um presente. Como dizia há dias, em certa medida o boomerang que atirei não é o mesmo que regressou. Em 43 anos muitas mortalhas caíram para as bermas das estradas e muitas almas separadas. Hoje sou um ponto de partida para um porto distante.

Is all the wine all for me?

Quase todo.

I'm a festival. I'm a parade. Apesar de belho, carago.

[post inspirado nas palavras do Toné, dos D'Age, através dos temas "Em Nome de Deus", "Roubar-te o Sossego" e "A Pérola", presentes no álbum 'Todo Este Mar', de 1992, e também nas palavras escritas num cartão onde constava a referência aos The National, "Looking for Astronauts", do álbum 'Alligator', de 2005. Curiosamente há exactamente 2 anos atrás foi quando publiquei no Kraak FM <'+++< uma review sobre o álbum 'Alligator'.]

Fucking Valentine's Day, Part TWO

Tell me something I don't know. Please give me decent days and nights.

... With a Book in My Hand

(+ Headphones in My Ears and with My Heart in My Head)

What gives this mess some grace unless it's fictions
Unless it's licks, man
Unless it's lies or it's love

Can you hold the hand of a rock 'n roll man?

Volume of Stereo Ads

Too loud.

Clubbing @ Incógnito

Beware! My flashing eyes are floating in circles!

Given the choice between home and Kraak at Incógnito, it's no contest!

Definitely!

Bless your soul.

Now things got really weird...

Hehe! Não esquecer: é Hoje! Kraak no Incógnito, a partir das 23h30.

When Indie Wets Your Skin...

:)

Approaching November

They are coming! Warsaw+Rio de Janeiro Syndrome! Ain't it nice?

Stay with us!

:)

Mel Amargo

"They all think I'm stupid I can see it in their eyes but I know what's inside their hearts I penetrate their lies sometimes it get's me crazy but I keep my feelings hid 'cause I know deep inside they're only frightened little kids."

"Ballad of Bitter Honey", by Eef Barzelay.

Reclama Comigo: Hoje, Many Polish Voices

you don't see, you don't see anything

take the church, take people, take money

take cash of your position

it's just like suffocating your people now

trust in the sunshine, but

do not forget you are the son of your mother's sins

you're like a manmade lie

(we're all like a manmade lie ?)

[photo by Kraak/Peixinho @ Gdansk-Wrzeszcz (PL), 17 Set '07]

Europa Contra a Pena de Morte

Sincerely I hope tomorrow to be here to celebrate the Day Against the Death Penalty, at least for the 26 EU Countries (why not Poland?).

Why that cannot happen in Poland? Why Poland was the only EU-Country that did not accept to celebrate that day? If the Polish Government doesn't agree with that, I hope civil society can speak some words concerning the subject.

Religious fanaticism is so dangerous as radical-right/left in power. Please take care of the gifts you receive.

[photo by Kraak/Peixinho @ Varsóvia (PL), 22 Set '07]

Must Be the Moon

Sometimes it's just one of those days

ain't u never had it happen 2 u?

then u go home 2 soon go home 2 soon

u could blame it on the music

but it wouldn't b right

cuz i've gotten lucky 2 some pretty bad tunes

must be the moon

must be the moon

Bringing Innocence Back

My soul is naked and this picture might be a kind of suicide... What this wild animal, in its intimacy, is trying to do?

What did this mean? It was rising and it was completely inexplicable. Keeping my eyes opened the wild animal felt the ticking of my heartbeat.

I was afraid of my trip back home. That's the reason. Can be.

[photo by Anna @ Varsóvia (PL), 23 Set '07]

Taking the Plane Home

I don't need comments, only memories. There's no one here, just people passing by in a rush. They don't have nothing to say, they don't have nothing to add. Like me, when my eyes turned to another colour.

Time to go home. Time to fly somewhere else. Seated in a room, watching the ground, sending messages, looking at the airport employees and at the last moment, someone broke the silence... it was someone smoking in the toilets... It wasn't me.

My eyes turned to their real colour.

Time to boarding. Still no one there. Just passengers.

Just crew.

Just wings.

[photo by Anna @ Warsaw Airport (PL), 23 Sep '07]