monstro

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©claudia maria

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fotografias de li hui

2011-03-30T21:26:00.005+01:00

coisa mais bonita.

2011-03-30T00:35:00.000+01:00

©claudia maria

2011-03-26T19:25:00.000Z

2011-03-21T13:36:00.003Z

wait,they don´t love you like i love you.
© claudia maria

2011-03-12T20:48:00.000Z

Conte d'éte | Eric Rohmer 1996

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2011-02-16T19:19:00.005Z

©claudia maria

2011-01-17T13:06:00.009Z

uma casa de bonecas.
© claudia maria

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©claudia maria

2011-01-02T21:44:00.003Z

dezembro.
© claudia maria

2010-12-16T19:36:00.001Z

novembro.
© claudia maria

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©claudia maria

2010-11-11T21:48:00.001Z

“A recordação é como um cão que se deita onde lhe apetece.”

Cees Nooteboom

2010-11-09T11:34:00.001Z

©claudia maria

2010-11-08T00:26:00.001Z

contou-me como no restaurante tinha desejado ver os meus pés e como não conseguira olhá-los.
© claudia maria

2010-10-27T00:00:00.001+01:00

©claudia maria

2010-10-18T20:13:00.001+01:00

nossa rita cheia de barba
© claudia maria

2010-09-30T19:26:00.002+01:00

A história da dança não é, não pode ser, o Percurso dos Movimentos traçado no chão.

É, tem de ser, o Percurso dos Movimentos Traçado no ar.

Acreditar que os Pássaros são restos de COREOGRAFIAS. Imagens do corpo que ficaram atrás, suspensas.

(As nuvens ainda, tudo o que é alto, o céu.)

Os pássaros são restos de COREOGRAFIAS.

Gonçalo M. Tavares

2010-09-13T23:39:00.000+01:00

if this should be, i say if this should be-

you of my heart, send me a little word;

that i may go unto him, and take his hands,

saying, Accept all hapiness from me.

Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird

sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

e.e. cummings

2010-09-13T02:18:00.000+01:00

Buffalo '66 | Vincent Gallo 1998

2010-08-31T20:43:00.001+01:00

há um dia, em que tudo fica tarde tarde tarde
© claudia maria

2010-08-23T22:21:00.002+01:00

já estou melhor, obrigada.
© claudia maria

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©claudia maria

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CANINO (kynodontas) | 2010 Yorgos Lanthimos

2010-08-03T22:58:00.001+01:00

oh wonderfull one, why are you like that?

glow in the darkness that's how we do it.

2010-07-20T22:12:00.002+01:00

©claudia maria

2010-07-12T00:58:00.002+01:00

há uma paragem no final de cada estação

onde os dedos hesitam e as incompletas mãos

se abrem de vazias, e pele fria e outra.

e tão-pouco pode a canção, se o céu se esgota

e a planície outrora habitada de sons

é já abismo de nomes, falésia cega de vida.

vasco gato
© claudia maria

2010-07-04T21:47:00.015+01:00

The Unbelievable Truth | 1989 Hal Hartley

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©claudia maria

2010-06-07T17:50:00.008+01:00

FM Belfast |

Underwear

me encanta!

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2010-05-19T20:11:00.002+01:00

earworm da semana.

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2010-05-09T17:40:00.005+01:00

(...) porque sabes o inominável. E continuarás, sempre comigo, escapando de nomes que não te dizem,

continuarás abolindo a distância dos anos e do tempo. Ao morrer, sonharás que estas viva.

E quem poderá dizer se, morta, sonharás que vives ainda, ou se, vivendo ainda, apenas sonharás

que morreste? Hoje, agora, existes em mim, estás linda dentro do meu coração.

j.l.peixoto

2010-04-28T09:37:00.008+01:00

snif snif snif.

www.joonjung.com

2010-04-25T21:40:00.001+01:00

e as tuas mãos eram pó nas minhas.

2010-04-14T21:14:00.005+01:00

Kim and Jessie, they have a secret world in the twilight,
kids outside worlds, they are crazy about romance and illusion.

2010-04-13T22:25:00.009+01:00

I´m here | 2010 Spike Jonze

http://www.imheremovie.com/

2010-04-11T22:52:00.003+01:00

Caótica Ana | 2007 Julio Medem

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sorris.

2010-04-08T00:40:00.003+01:00

Castillos de cartón | 2009 Salvador García Ruiz

2010-04-07T01:26:00.015+01:00

Away we go | 2009 Sam Mendes

- We had an orange tree.
- Who?
- When we were kids.

- My dad was really proud of it. He planted it one spring, and he used to go out there first thing every morning, see if any oranges had grown. But nothing ever grew. The thing was sickly or something, or the soil wasn't right. One morning, my mom woke Grace and me up really early, like, at 5:00, and she led us out to the tree with these 2 grocery bags filled with oranges, and pineapples and grapes and melons, for some reason. And we just hung all the fruit from the tree using tape and string. It worked, actually. And then we all ran into the truck and we slouched down and we just waited for my dad to come out.
- What did he say?

- Well, he stared at it for a full minute, just staring at it. I think at first he thought they were real, like the tree had burst into fruit overnight, and then, I guess he saw the pineapples or something, and he just started laughing harder than we'd ever heard him laugh.

2010-04-05T20:25:00.001+01:00

the town was paper

2010-03-13T18:19:00.002Z

podem dizer que eu detesto os filmes falados. de facto, eles vêm destruir a arte mais antiga do mundo: a arte da pantomina. eles vêm aniquilar a grande beleza do silêncio.

Charles Chaplin

2010-03-11T09:18:00.003Z

lie down with me, my dear.
lie down
under stormy night.
tell nobody.

2010-03-09T12:20:00.019Z

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2010-02-25T22:50:00.006Z

chegou aquela altura do ano. tirar isto da gaveta do frio.

2010-02-16T13:56:00.007Z

may i feel said he

2010-02-04T11:01:00.004Z

um poucochinho

2010-02-03T17:06:00.008Z

8 a.m

O que há em mim é sobretudo cansaço -
Não disto nem daquilo,
Nem sequer de tudo ou de nada:
Cansaço assim mesmo, ele mesmo,
Cansaço.

A subtileza das sensações inúteis,
As paixões violentas por coisa nenhuma,
Os amores intensos por o suposto alguém.
Essas coisas todas -
Essas e o que faz falta nelas eternamente;
Tudo isso faz um cansaço, Este cansaço,
Cansaço.
(...)

Álvaro de Campos

2010-02-02T11:45:00.009Z

fotografia@http://esperobemquenao.blogspot.com

Festival Termómetro, Final | Lx Factory | 30 de Janeiro

Apesar do histerismo constante do meu lado direito, passaram pelos meus olhos sons bonitos e enormes. Outros nem tanto, outros nem pintados. O juri, não sei onde o foram buscar. Para terminar a noite embalada, Samuel Úria, B- Fachada e Manuel Cruz. Um momento à luz das velas.

Foi muito lindo pois foi?

2010-01-27T18:19:00.001Z

2010-01-25T21:12:00.011Z

..by the light of dawn. a midnight blue. day and night. i´ve been missing you.

..foi a rita.rita.rita.

2010-01-23T17:39:00.001Z

2010-01-21T21:01:00.010Z

eu escrevo, mostro-te a última palavra e tu escreves.

- a voz da professora doí.
- doí. doí saber que não sinto a chuva debaixo dos pés.
- acordam-me de manhã, debaixo dos lençóis, devagarinho, de fininho, tocam-me os teus dedinhos, para depois me abraçarem as tuas pernas.
- e a sensação que me dá, é a mesma da doença que te invalida, meu amor.
- é uma rocha ígnea. uma rocha. uma cama desfeita. uma manhã sem claridade. acende uma vela, pinta as paredes de amarelo.
- no entanto, a sua sombra uniforme desvendava o que, no seu interior, permanecia. chorou. chorou. chorou.
- como chora a lágrima perdida no vago deserto.
- deserto de mim. longe. aqui, sou apenas areia.
- ígnea. rocha. rocha. rocha. arranha. fere. moí. desfaz. uma pena. um pássaro.
- as suas asas estabeleciam um equilíbrio perfeito, que só os que voam têm a capacidade de sentir. eu voo. tu voas?
- voo como o tempo te voa das mãos rugosas, que já nem sentes. o meu voar é do tamanho do teu olhar. estás linda. escorrida na cadeira. escorres. és o ar onde voo. és o ar.
- "... ar distante atrás de si"
- em si arde uma casa, uma casa onde mora com a solidão.

(ficamos sem papel)

2010-01-20T21:16:00.007Z

Bright star | 2009 Jane Campion

My heart aches,

and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock

I had drunk

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk

Tis not through envy of thy happy lot

But being too happy in thine happiness

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green, and shadows numberless

Singest of summer in full-throated ease

Darkling I listen,

and, for many a time

I have been half in Love with easeful Death

CaII'd him soft names

in many a mused rhyme

To take into the air my quiet breath

To cease upon the midnight with no pain

While thou art pouring forth

thy soul abroad

In such an ecstasy

como uma chuva de papéis rasgados a cair do céu.

2010-01-13T16:29:00.008Z

deve ser da chuva.

2009-12-29T13:04:00.000Z

filipe .

2009-12-26T19:22:00.001Z

Dezembro, vai dar banho ao cão.

2009-12-16T11:08:00.002Z

2009-12-12T12:14:00.009Z

my left foot | 1989

- What do you think about Hamlet?
- A cripple, Can't act,
- He did in the end,
- Too late

2009-12-10T23:02:00.008Z

esta sou eu, segundo a neuza

http://diglee.canalblog.com/

2009-12-09T18:39:00.002Z

i´m cold

2009-12-06T20:36:00.005Z

noiserv - bullets on parade

2009-11-29T20:11:00.003Z

my heart goes boom boom

2009-11-26T21:59:00.008Z

hoje e para sempre. Não há nenhuma diferença entre aquilo que aconteceu mesmo e aquilo que fui distorcendo com a imaginação, repetidamente, repetidamente, repetidamente, ao longo dos anos. Não há nenhuma diferença entre as imagens baças que lembro e as palavras cruas que acredito que lembro, mas que são apenas reflexos construídos pela culpa. O tempo, conforme um muro, uma torre, qualquer construção, faz com que deixe de haver diferenças entre a verdade e a mentira. O tempo mistura a verdade com a mentira. Aquilo que aconteceu mistura-se com aquilo que eu quero que tenha acontecido e com aquilo que me contaram que aconteceu. A minha memória não é minha. A minha memória sou eu distorcido pelo tempo e misturado comigo próprio: com o meu medo, com a minha culpa, com o meu arrependimento.
j..o..s..é...l..u..í..s...p..e..i..x..o..t..o

2009-11-16T13:05:00.008Z

gosto das tuas mãos . são como as minhas

2009-11-08T15:12:00.002Z

carlos e joão

2009-11-05T22:00:00.005Z

apaixono-me . dezassete vezes . por dia .

2009-11-04T11:44:00.007Z

mysex .

2009-10-28T19:37:00.005Z

"Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan.
Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy.Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we're after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I'll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday -- I didn't mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha *beep* ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going to. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was Thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum. and in the end you hear her say: Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan. It was just the two of them. Everything was gold. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. But Danny you said, you promised. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. How much do I love this whiring in my ears. Since there is only one thing to love and it cannot be you. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. it's a dirty world Reich, say what you want. "

(movie.candy)

2009-10-21T18:18:00.005+01:00

.sometimes there´s so much beauty in the world i feel like i can´t take it. like my heart is going to cave in.

2009-10-20T15:30:00.002+01:00

factory girl .

- And what would I have to do in one of your movies?
- Just be yourself.
- Well which one?

2009-10-19T21:05:00.002+01:00

my heart skips a beat .

2009-10-18T12:49:00.002+01:00

.adriano .

2009-10-17T18:02:00.004+01:00

i did all my best to smile

2009-10-13T22:13:00.002+01:00

22:22

2009-10-09T07:49:00.009+01:00

....good morning starshine .

....barbara .

2009-10-07T10:38:00.002+01:00

500 days of summer .

- Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life.

2009-10-06T13:19:00.006+01:00

2009-10-03T00:05:00.006+01:00

e ela olhava-o como se visse algo muito bonito e

tambem esse gesto era lindo.

josé luis peixoto

2009-09-10T22:49:00.009+01:00

i need high ceilings .

2009-08-29T02:25:00.004+01:00

- I think we grossly underestimate our sorrows, in general. We always die of sadness, actually.
- You mean sadness is put inside us at birth?
- Yes.
- Like eye color?
- Exactly. That's why it needs our care, but others can do nothing. No one can do anything about eye color. Also, I think it would be fair to let you take care of your sorrow alone.

(movie.dans paris)

2009-08-28T19:22:00.006+01:00

dead cities, red seas & lost ghosts .

2009-08-24T02:41:00.005+01:00

you're always brilliant in the morning, smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee. your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you. you loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones. as I clumsily strummed my guitar. you'd teach me of honest things, things that were daring, things that were clean. things that knew what an honest dollar did mean. I hid my soiled hands behind my back. somewhere along the line, I must've gone off track with you.

you took your coat off, stood in the rain, you're always crazy like that.

- jewel

2009-08-19T00:11:00.027+01:00

-bernardo .

2009-08-18T20:26:00.004+01:00

inland empire . david lynch

arrancaremos cabelos .

2009-08-17T01:49:00.004+01:00

the reader .

- I'm not frightened. I'm not frightened of anything. The more I suffer, the more I love. Danger will only increase my love. It will sharpen it, forgive its vice. I will be the only angel you need. You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. Heaven will take you back and look at you and say: Only one thing can make a soul complete and that thing is love.

2009-08-16T21:39:00.007+01:00

06.08

you said Is
there anything which
is dead or alive more beautiful
than my body, to have in your fingers
(trembling ever so little)?
looking into
your eyes nothing, i said, except the
air of spring smelling of never and forever.
....and through the lattice which moved as
if a hand is touched by a hand
(which moved as though fingers touch a girl's breast, lightly)
do you believe in always, the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered.

ee cummings.

2009-08-15T19:53:00.003+01:00

la belle personne .

I love you too much to let you think I can live without you. Don’t care if you cheat on me as long as you are honest and tell me. I don’t care if you hide me away as long as you come find me again. I am patient. And while I await you I will recall your whole body.

I'm even in love with your knees.

2009-08-06T18:09:00.012+01:00

.heart of fire .

2009-08-05T00:09:00.003+01:00

I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

John Green, Looking for Alaska

2009-08-04T12:10:00.004+01:00

finding neverland .

- This is absurd. It's just a dog.
- Just a dog? "Just"? Porthos, don't listen! Porthos dreams of being a bear, and you want to shatter those dreams by saying he's "just" a dog? What a horrible candle-snuffing word. That's like saying, "He can't climb that mountain, he's just a man", or "That's not a diamond, it's just a rock." Just.

2009-08-03T13:33:00.006+01:00

Jónsi & Alex

Jon Þór (Jónsi) Birgisson from sigur rós and his partner Alex Somers released their first album together, entitled 'Riceboy Sleeps'. The 68-minute album contains nine songs and was recorded in Jónsi and Alex's home in Iceland between 2003 and 2009, and mixed in Hawaii.

http://jonsiandalex.com/