Chernobyl

Fotos de Paul Fusco

http://www.magnuminmotion.com/

Algures... numa rua de Londres...
Novembro de 2005

Florida...

Uma música com um nome muito bem escolhido: Sarah.
Para ouvir na praia...

Florida (2004)
Diplo

Assim começa o livro que estou a ler...

Foto de Christophe Gin - França

World Press Photo - Vencedora da Categoria Vida Quotidiana 2003


"No aniversário dos meus noventa anos quis oferecer a mim mesmo uma noite de amor louco com uma adolescente virgem."

Memórias das minhas putas tristes (2004)
Gabriel Garcia Márquez

Queria fazer um levantamento...

- Soon I'm gonna be sucking down pina coladas in a hot tub with six girls named Amber and Tiffany.
- No, it's more like in the shower with two guys named Jamal and Jesus.. and that thing you're sucking on? It's not a pina colada!


Inside Man (2005)
Spike Lee

Braille

Alejandre González Iñarritu

Filme Promocional da BMW

Outros Realizadores:
Guy Ritchie
Tony Scott
John Frankenheimer
John Woo
Ang Lee
Wong Kar-Wai
Joe Carnahan

Thx Jonix

Memorable Quote

Fuck me?

Fuck you!

Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.

Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.

Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!

Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN!

Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.

Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?

Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from!

Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!

Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom!

Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good.

Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.

Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart!

Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on!

Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!

Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants.

Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J!

Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass!

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.Monty Brogan aka Edward Norton

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.25th Hour (2002)

.Spike Lee

The Big White

EUA 2005

de Mark Mylod

com: Robin Williams
Holly Hunter (brilhante!!!)
Giovanni Ribisi

3 minutos antes de a maré encher

"A verdade apanha-se com enganos..."
Rivoli - 4 de Maio

Cacos...

"A noite vem buscar secretamente
através das dobras das cortinas
o brilho do sol esquecido no teu cabelo.
olha, nada mais quero que não seja
ter entre as minhas, as tuas mãos...

...fazes me crescer a alma que estilhaça
o dia-a-dia em cacos... "

A noite vem buscar secretamente
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926 )

You can do anything you want to...

" You can´'t fool me, Dennis... "

Making Dens (2006) - álbum
Mystery Jets

O Grove

As contchas e o argasso...

Mr. Guitar

"Jesse James and Frank James
Billy Kid, all the rest
Supposed to be some bad cats
Out in the West
But when they dug me
And my gangster ways
They hung up their guns
And made it to the grave"

Gangster of Love (1958)
Mr. Johnny "Guitar" Watson

Bem... tinha prometido a mim mesma que me disciplinaria e que apenas faria um post por dia... mas estava a ouvir a música deste senhor e não resisti... mesmo... e a foto é brutal... se tiverem oportunidade ouçam porque é mesmo muito bom...

O regresso de Lola

SideCar - Teatro Belmondo de Santiago de Compostela
Marta Pazos e Borja Fernández

O mundo é mesmo uma ervilha...

Marta Pazos aka Lola

Linhas Aéreas de Moçambique > Voo Lisboa - Moçambique em Agosto de 2001
Teatro Nacional S. João > Peça D.João - Porto no dia 19 de Abril de 2006

Müller pelos Mão Morta

Müller no Hotel Heissischer Hof

Lançamento do DVD

(FNAC NS - 19/04 - 21h30)

(FNAC SC - 21/04 - 18h00)

Like a circle in a spiral...

Round
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that’s turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of it’s face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

The Windmills of Your Mind (1969)
Dusty Springfield

Saint Kitten

If I wasn't a transvestite terrorist, would you marry me?

Patricia "Kitten" Braden
Breakfast on Pluto (*****)