A Mãe Natureza é Madrasta

Enquanto beberricava o seu Earl Grey e comia o seu brownie, horas depois de um bom pequeno-almoço inglês (feijões não incluídos), ela não conseguia deixar de pensar que passado um ano parecia ainda não se ter adaptado totalmente a esta ilhota.

God does exist, and hates us (option 2)

"Volcano", by Davidr805 @ DeviantArt

Apesar de nem querer desfazer a mala, sempre era melhor estar em terra do que enterrada.

Deus não existe

image credits, "Storm" by Grini @ DeviantArt

Ela queria usar o seu vestidinho azul à menina de boa escola inglesa, mas o Instituto Português de Meteorologia estragou-lhe os planos.

Thorns

image credits: *ajsk84life, "Outcast", @ DeviantArt

I like my roses with thorns.

What kind of thing, a clean, safe rose?

Nice everytime, knows your birthday

Never forgets to point it out with that perfect perfect gift.

Roses with thorns, that's what I'm talking.

They seem so beautiful, only to pinch your finger

Lick the blood, lick the blood very quickly

Red red red like the one inside your heart.

Roses, roses, roses

Thorned inside your mind

You learned how to love those thorns, didn't you?

You actually appreciate those little vegetable fangs...

Yellow rose, white rose, black rose

black like your heart, my so not dark lady

Closed or open, thorns that prick

Your senseless skin after all the attacks

Deep it pinches, under the skin

Into the veins, into the mind

Bloody thorns, pointy thorns, all about thorns

Only a kiss can make the wound go worse.

I like my roses with thorns, I like to call it personality

Domesticated roses bore me even more than tulips

Flower, lover, flower, bastard, flower, sweetheart, flower, dickhead,

it's all about flower, flower, flowers

Roses with thorns, that's what I'm talking

Give me one for the evening, and I'll surely dry it out

Thorns, thorns, thorns. those little thorns of yours, dear

To prick my heart, to pinch it, to surely make it bleed.

SG, London, 29thMar10

VII Encontro Internacional de Poetas - COIMBRA

VII Encontro Internacional de Poetas
"As Línguas da Poesia"
27-29 de Maio de 2010

O VII Encontro Internacional de Poetas decorrerá na Faculdade de Letras da Universidade de Coimbra e noutros pontos aprazíveis da cidade de Coimbra e arredores.

Esta edição será subordinada ao tema "As Línguas da Poesia". Alguém disse já que a língua da poesia é sempre a mesma, e sempre estrangeira. Eis o que, com a vossa ajuda, queremos repensar, considerando a materialidade do corpo na língua-órgão e na corporalidade dos gestos, a língua como comunidade falante, a singularidade na diversidade das falas, a inter-traduzibilidade das expressões. O nosso objectivo é reflectir sobre as mais diversas manifestações da poesia e os modos como ela diz o mundo, do puro canto à celebração, da proclamação ao silêncio, da intervenção à resistência, das continuidades às rupturas.

Umas piadinhas de voo...

The Fall of Icarus by *Ecthelian @ DeviantArt

carinhosamente roubado em:

http://blog.sarcasmsociety.com/travel-vacations/drunk-pilot-thats-nice.html

Every time something like this happens I am reminded of the often-used line that says flying is a much safer way of travel than driving. Really?! Here is a list of things to consider:

1. You can’t pull over and stop if there is something wrong with the airplane.
2. If you find out the pilot is drunk in mid flight, you can’t ask to be let off the plane.
3. You don’t have to worry about your landing gear deploying if you are traveling by car.
4. If your car breaks down on the road, it coast to a gentle stop at the side of the road (or, at worst, in the middle of the road)
5. If your car’s engine stops you don’t plunge 30,000 feet to your death.
6. If you run out of fuel, you don’t plunge 30,000 feet to your death.
7. If your car becomes inoperative for any reason, you don’t plunge 30,000 feet to your death. See a pattern?
8. When traveling by car, you are never in danger of sucking a bird into your engine and crashing.
9. If you hit something with your car it’s most likely not going to be a mountain.
10. In a car you won’t experience heart-stopping turbulence.

But at least you can use your seat cushion as a flotation device, in the extremely unlikely event of a water landing where you are not torn limb from limb.

Ctrl-Alt-Del

image credits: IvoryDrive, "Undead Laptop", @ Deviantart.

Esta é a idade da globalização
Esta é a era da comunicação
Isto é o futuro, num piscar de olhos passamos para o outro lado do mundo
A Ficção Científica passou a História.

Num clique, o Mundo
Convenientemente entregue à porta de sua casa
Abra abra, sinta o cheiro das Índias
nesse magnífico sabonete de jasmim
leiloado dias a fio no Ebay.

Esta é a época, o tempo, a altura
(sem peso nem medida)
Em que todos os povos
dão as mãos
e tiram a cavilha da granada com a boca.

Que me interessa isso!
Deixem-me na escuridão do meu quarto
com o meu portátil, a minha música,
os meus Digital Versatile Discs (graças à Wikipedia, sei que não são Digital Video Discs, a maravilha do conhecimento alegremente patricionada pelo monobotão táctil do Sr. Jobs.

Preciso de começar outra vez.

Esta é a idade da Comunicação.
Não quero comunicar.
Quero-te aqui
Quero-te foder
Quero-te que te vás embora a seguir
Esta é a Era Solitária.
Shut down?
Claro que I'm sure.
Don't Save.


SG, Londontown, 8.1.10

Yehhh!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMKjx8ilLCY

Awwwww

♥

Sabem que dia é hoje???

Birthday by stupidstan @ Deviantart

Hoje é véspera de Saramas. Já estão prontos para a celebração?

SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW SNOW

copyright: Orlando gili, 2009

http://uk.reuters.com/article/idUKTRE5BE1TT20091215

REUTERS:

Snow forecast as freezing weather hits Britain

Cross off things you've done in your life... (ah, uma daquelas listas malucas que eu tanto gosto...)

Graduated High School.
Kissed someone.
Smoked cigarettes.
Got so drunk you passed out.
Rode every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a rock concert.
Helped someone.
Gone fishing.
Watched four movies in one night.
Gone long periods of time with out sleep.
Lied to someone.
Been dumped.
Snorted cocaine.
Failed a class.
Smoked weed.
Dealt drugs.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Done hard drugs (i.e. ecstasy, heroin, crack, meth, acid).
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself. (accidentally)
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Flown on a plane.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Gone skiing.
Been sailing.
Cut yourself.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone you loved.
Shoplifted something.
Been to jail.
Had detention.
Skipped school.
Got in trouble for something you didn’t do.
Stolen books from the library.
Gone to a different country.
Dropped out of school.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Had an online diary.
Fired a gun.
Gambled in a casino.
Had a yard sale.
And a lemonade stand.
Actually made money at the lemonade stand.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Gone to sea world.
Attempted suicide.
Voted for American/Australian Idol.
Written poetry.
Read more than 20 books a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone you couldn’t have.
Wondered about your sexuality.
Used a coloring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Seen the Washington Monument.
Had more than 5 IM’s/online conversations going at once.
Overdosed.
Had a drug or alcohol problem.
Been in a fist fight.
Suffered any form of abuse.
Had a hamster.
Petted a wild animal.
Used a credit card.
Gone surfing in California.
Did “spirit day” at school.
Dyed your hair.
Got a tattoo.
Had something pierced.
Got straight A’s.
Been on the Honor Roll.
Known someone with HIV or AIDS.
Taken pictures with a webcam.
Started a fire.
Had a party while your parents weren’t home.
Gotten caught having a party while they were gone.

Agora que sou uma realizadora oficial...

... algumas imagens inspiracionais para o meu graduation film...

Sliding Doors

copyright: "Fate" by dippedFEATHER @ DeviantArt

Sometimes I wonder
If I never had meet you
With who would I be in love now.

Maybe he would be tall,
Blonde, blue eyes, the complete
cliche.

Or a nice and small brunette
Tanned skin, grey eyes,
With a nice respectable job
On the Health Area.

We would go to the cinema together
(he as a layman)
Have nice and exquisite dinners in fancy
restaurants
he would buy me chocolates and roses
for valentine's
go together to Paris, Venice,
do the touristic route for couples.

Oh, and we would marry
have a perfect house
Two kids, a boy and a girl
He wants to be an architect
She a ballerina

The middle age crisis wouldn't affect us
the sex would be great , great!
grow old together, and at last
be buried side by side.

Oh, the man I would love
if I hadn't meet you
he would respect me
make me a respectable woman
buy me jewels and take me to the opera
the man I would share my life with
if you weren't in it.

A life of happiness, no worries
surprises, no time to be dull
a life where your existence
would never cross my mind.

(except for a night
a calm one
where I write poetry
about the man I would be with
if I would not have met the man
I would have if you didn't
cross my path)

And yet
all that happy life
plans, house
all that love for the man
I would be with
means nothing

when not being with you
is all that matters
and fills my days.

Sara C. - London, 19 Nov 09

A prova que estou a evoluir nas minhas relações amorosas...

O ano passado, por esta altura...

http://saricesartisticas.blogspot.com/2008/11/poll_29.html

E este ano...

CREMILDE! PORQUE ME ABANDONASTE???

Correcção: ESTA é que é a música da minha vida...

Kate Monster:

Princeton.

He likes me.

I think he likes me.

Does does he 'like me' like me,

Like I like him?

Will we be friends,

Or something more?

I think he's interested,

But I'm not sure.

Come in!

Princeton:

Hiya, Kate!

Kate Monster:

Princeton! Hi!

Princeton:

Hi! Listen, I was going through my CDs

yesterday, and I kept coming across songs

I thouht you'd like, so I made you this tape.

Kate Monster:

Oh, that's so sweet!

Can I get you a drink? Or a snack?

Princeton:

Actually, do you mind if I use your bathroom?

Kate Monster:

Go right ahead.

Princeton:

Oh, thank you!

Kate Monster:

A mix tape.

He made a mix tape.

He was thinking of me,

Which shows he cares!

Sometimes when someone

Has a crush on you

They'll make you a mix tape

To give you a clue.

Let's see...

"You've Got A Friend"

"The Theme From 'Friends'"

"That's What Friends Are For"

Shit!

Oh, but look!

"A Whole New World"

"Kiss The Girl"

"My Cherie Amour"

Oh, Princeton! He does like me!

"I Am The Walrus"

"Fat Bottomed Girls"

"Yellow Submarine"

What does this mean?

Princeton:

Hey Kate, you might wanna not go in there for a while.

Kate Monster:

Princeton, thank you for this tape.

I was just looking at side A. Great songs!

Princeton:

Oh, well, did you get to side B yet?

Kate Monster:

No, not yet.

Princeton:

Oh, it's great! Check it out.

Kate Monster:

Yeah?

Princeton:

Right here...

Kate Monster:

"Stuck On You"

Princeton:

"Love Me Do"

Kate Monster:

"My Heart Will Go On"

I loved "Titanic"!

Princeton:

Uhh, it was all right.

"She's Got A Way"

Kate Monster:

"Yesterday"

Princeton:

"Goodnight Saigon!"

>From the Russia concert!

Kate Monster:

Oh. Great.

"Through The Years"

Princeton:

"The Theme From 'Cheers'"

Kate Monster:

"Moving Right Along"

Nice tape.

Princeton:

Oh, there's one more...

"I Have To Say I Love You In A Song"

Kate Monster:

Princeton, that's so sweet!

I've never gotten such a nice present from a guy.

Princeton:

Awww. Well, I'm glad you like it.

But, I have to go now. I'm gonna make one

for Brian and Christmas Eve and Gary and

Nicky and Rod and Trekkie Monster and everyone!

Kate Monster:

Oh.

Princeton:

Oh, and, uh -

Kate Monster:

Yes?

Princeton:

What are you doing tonight?

Kate Monster:

Grading term papers. But it's kindergarten,

so they're very short. Why?

Princeton:

Everyone's going to hear this singer at the

Around The Clock Cafe. Do you want to go with me?

Kate Monster:

Like, a date?

Princeton:

Sure! A date. It'll be a blast.

Kate Monster:

I'd love to come!

Princeton:

Okay! Well, I'll see you then.

Kate Monster:

Okay!

Princeton:

Okay, bye.

Kate Monster:

Bye!

He likes me!

A música da minha vida, cortesia da Avenue Q...

Kate Monster:

Why can't people get along and love each other, Christmas Eve?

Christmas Eve:

You think getting along same as loving?

Sometimes love right where you hating most, Kate Monster.

Kate Monster:

Huh?

Christmas Eve:

The more you love someone,

The more you want to kill 'em.

The more you love someone,

The more he make you cry

Though you are try

For making peace

With them and loving,

That's why you love so strong

You like to make him die!

The more you love someone,

The more he make you crazy.

The more you love someone,

The more you wishing him dead!

Sometime you look at him

And only see fat and lazy,

And wanting baseball bat

For hitting him on his head!

Love

Kate Monster:

Love

Christmas Eve:

And hate

Kate Monster:

And hate

Christmas Eve:

They like two brothers

Kate Monster:

Brothers

Christmas Eve:

Who go on a date

Kate Monster:

Who....what?

Christmas Eve:

Where one of them goes,

Other one follows

You inviting love

He also bringing sorrows

Kate Monster:

Ah, yes.

Christmas Eve:

The more you love someone,

The more you want to kill 'em.

Loving and killing

Fit like hand in glove!

Kate Monster:

Hand in glove.

Christmas Eve:

So if there someone

You are wanting so

To kill 'em.

You go and find him.

And you get him.

And you no kill him.

'Cause chances good

Both:

He is your love.

Hiroshi Sugimoto

Estava eu a passar pela terrível Charing Cross, com todas as suas livrescas tentações, quando dou com um livro com uma série de retratos pelo japonês Hiroshi Sugimoto, e fiquei impressionada ao ponto de apontar o nome no telemóvel para quando chegar a casa o googlar. E gostei tanto do que vi, que não resisto em partilhar. Sugimoto vê as fotografias como 'cápsulas do tempo de eventos'. Com um grande fascínio pelos pintores do século XVI, e indo onde nenhum outro fotógrafo foi antes, Sugimoto é claramente um daqueles que, se passar aqui por Londres, sou capaz de torrar umas libras numa exposição dele.

I try to never be satisfied; this way I will always be challenging my spirit.

Hiroshi Sugimoto

Podem encontrar mais informação no site oficial:

http://www.sugimotohiroshi.com

(que também fará uma viagem até aqui os links do lado...)

Ah, música inglesa....