Oct 13, 2017
as últimas páginas do caderno
gastas na conferência de Laura Gonçalves e Alexandra Ramires, metáforas em animação, na Fbaul...
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 1, 2017
qui l'eût cru? (11ième cercle)
L'enfer
est au premier étage de la station-service. Le diable y découpe un
gâteau bleu ciel selon des lignes prédéfinies. Quand il a fini de
découper, il bat des mains Sa maman le regarde, attendrie. Les
parts du gâteau se ressoudent, il se retrouve intact. Le diable
ignore tout des aimants, mais pas sa maman.
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 28, 2017
trying to sort years of notes
the first three in no special order, from 2011
"Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings."
— Joseph Conrad, “An Outpost of Progress”
"We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed an
d it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting"
— Charles Bukowski, “Finish”
"Now that my ladder’s gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart."
— William Butler Yeats, from “The Circus Animals’ Desertion”
"Few men realize that their life, the very essence of their character, their capabilities and their audacities, are only the expression of their belief in the safety of their surroundings."
— Joseph Conrad, “An Outpost of Progress”
"We are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed an
d it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting"
— Charles Bukowski, “Finish”
"Now that my ladder’s gone,
I must lie down where all the ladders start
In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart."
— William Butler Yeats, from “The Circus Animals’ Desertion”
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 21, 2017
et j'en ai une graine dans la poche
Dans un restaurant au nom de fleuve, un fleuve qui se perd dans le désert, une femme en orange nous a hier soir offert un gobelet de jus de baobab.
C'est frais et acide.
C'est frais et acide.
Sep 20, 2017
la croisée des chemins
Sep 19, 2017
Marcher dans les Pyrénées
Sep 15, 2017
la perspective ne tient pas en place
Sep 14, 2017
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 7, 2017
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 5, 2017
verão na faculdade 2
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 20, 2017
May 18, 2017
May 15, 2017
mythomancy
May 14, 2017
May 11, 2017
May 5, 2017
May 3, 2017
habitar o duplo
de vez em quando
habitar
por umas horas que podem ser dias
habitar um espaço
cujo chão reflita luzes formas cores
o reflita inteiro
viver a dobrar pendurada numa água real
de vez em quando
umas horas
habitar
por umas horas que podem ser dias
habitar um espaço
cujo chão reflita luzes formas cores
o reflita inteiro
viver a dobrar pendurada numa água real
de vez em quando
umas horas
Apr 27, 2017
a ajuda que a geometria dá
Apr 22, 2017
Montemor-o-novo, oficinas do convento
Quanto tempo para o percurso?
Nunca foi de urgências, Emília, mas é que o fogo frio se espraia
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 10, 2017
poses de une minute
il ne faut pas se perdre
hâte-toi lentement (dont j'ai longtemps cru que c'était: à toi lentement)
Apr 3, 2017
anges
j'ai rêvé d'un ange qui volait assis. Il s'était fabriqué de fausses ailes pour avoir l'uniforme, il se moquait du monde. Avant de m'endormir, j'avais parlé de l'ange de l'hôtel de Zermatt, celui de Nabokov. Je me souvenais de lui vieux et brisé et caché dans l'armoire. J'avais oublié ses yeux brillants, ses ailes poilues qui sentent le mouillé, ses aboiements, et que c'est un assassin.
Mar 29, 2017
Feb 23, 2017
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 17, 2017
está tudo dito
O pequeno café-restaurante nepalês no antigo cinema Liz da Almirante Reis chama-se COURAGE AFTERNOON, nome como valor suficiente para nave espacial prestes a atravessar espaços intersiderais nunca navegados.
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Jan 14, 2017
Jan 13, 2017
the well spread love of international zeroglottism...
What book might people be surprised to find on your shelves?
“English
as She Is Spoke: The New Guide of the Conversation in Portuguese and
English,” by Pedro Carolino, first published in America in 1883, with an
introduction by Mark Twain. As Twain puts it, “Nobody can add to the
absurdity of this book,” and indeed it is ridiculous — a guide to
English written by someone who had not the slightest grasp of the
language. More than a hundred pages filled with such sentences as: “You
have there a library too many considerable, it is a proof your love for
the learnings” or “Nothing is more easy than to swim; it do not what
don’t to be afraid of.” The book is pure Dada, and as Twain writes, “its
immortality is secure.”
Paul Auster in a New York Times interview
Jan 10, 2017
Dec 30, 2016
dans le plus grand désordre
dans le plus grand désordre
un oeil de paix
les ailes battent au ralenti
...
un oeil de paix
les ailes battent au ralenti
...
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 20, 2016
modelo vivo Lx factory
Dec 11, 2016
tout tremble
je rentre à
travers la nuit froide
par les jardins des hommes promènent leurs
bêtes
antilope aux pattes tremblantes, vieux sanglier obèse
à la laisse
à la laisse
...
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 5, 2016
Nov 27, 2016
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