True Blood

Threshold II

Nietzche said:

Eis a minha filosofia: sacudir do homem as aparências, por mais perigoso que isso seja, e não ter medo, nem da vida, nem da morte

Os outros podem coabitar no elevador, este não

Glamour

Ponta Delgada

EMBRACING YOU I EMBRACE MYSELF WITH MY FUCKING IMAGINATION

Piores que a Amália,

que também bafava as suas 

cigarreiras,

estamos nós já no inferno,

we're already in hell

bis, bis

(ugly picture)

burning

ser o mutante

na Rua da Palma

world wide intendente

em Chinese Democracy 

chunga metal

& Zorg laranja

I DON'T BLAME YOU

I don’t blame you

Last time I saw you, you were on stage
Your hair was wild, your eyes were red
You were in a rage
You were swinging your guitar around.
Cause they wanted to hear that sound
That you didn’t want to play.
I don’t blame you.

I don’t blame you.

Been around the world, in many situations
Been inside many heads in different positions
But you never wanted them that way.
What a cruel price you thought that you had to pay.
And that for all that shit on stage.

But it never made sense to them anyway,
Could you imagine when they turned their backs
They were only scratching their heads.
Cause you simply deserve the best.
And I don’t blame you

They said you were the best,
But then they were only kids
Then you would recall the deadly houses you grew up in
Just because they knew your name,
Doesn’t mean they know from where you came
What a sad trick you thought that you had to play.
But I don’t blame you

They never owned it
And you never owed it to them anyway.

I don’t blame you.

Are you talking to me?

Charles Bukowski

 - "People are pointless."

Look what my camera can do

Magic Kiss (now in Blue Ray)

Aaaaai wove ya!

(Bora pintar o cabelo de azul?? =P )

Lauryn Hill - I Gotta Find Peace of Mind 

(MTV Unplugged)

Drawn Together

Clara's Dirty Little Secret

wacko cartoons very critic and funny =P

AES+F group, 2003

"What is heroism in our times, when war, exploits, and pathos 

are just a part of a virtual show (...)"

Relançamento da Portugália Editora (DN)

Eu Vejo a Luz aos Saltos e aos Pinotes (Pulga Estúdios)

Alex

Gonçalo e Andreia

Don't cry

 
 
 
 
Eu chorava aos berros. Depois li:
 
Se Me amas,
 
não chores.
 
Em paz
fico grávida
pelo ouvido esquerdo.
 
Vejo e ouço-te,
São Miguel
 
"Não chores."
 

Ruins of the Chapel of Our Lady of Monserrate, Sintra (1790)

"I've searched the Universe

and found myself"

within his eyes

- What the F**K is that!?

- The end of the world, hon. 

"It's gonna be... beautiful."

2008: RIP, Luiz Pacheco

My new favorite poet: 

Axl Rose