]Os Cinzelados e os Repuxados dum Artesão[: outubro 2008

quinta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2008

quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008

Esclarecimentos:

1º) Sim, sou viciado em !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, e depois, gosto muito deles!

2º) Para quem não sabe, ou não me conhece, quando eu utilizo 'xxx' no fim de mensagens [sejam elas quais forem: texts, msn, carta (lol) ou outro] significam 'kiss kiss kiss', ou no caso de ser só 'x' - kiss, ou beijo(s); não utilizo 'xxx' como forma de pornográfia, 'x-rated'. Só para saberem, pois um dos posts deu azo a confussões! x

Róisiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!!!

Espero por ti! xxx

Ai,ai!!!

Mas não é tão gira? Sempre gostei muito de fotografias antigas e de xxx também! lol

PS- Sábado nas bancas.

Origami

Porque é que eu não consigo fazer... será falta de paciência?

Será que isso quer dizer alguma coisa no modo de como encaro/vivo a minha vida?

sexta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2008

_A Homage II_

“ In 1972 I was in the south of France. I had eaten some bad fish and was in consequence rather ill. As I lay in bed I had a strange recurring vision, there, before me, was a concrete building like a hotel or council block. I could see into the rooms, each of which was continually scanned by an electronic eye. In the rooms were people, everyone of them preoccupied. In one room a person was looking into a mirror and in another a couple were making love but lovelessly, in a third a composer was listening to music through earphones. Around him there were banks of electronic equipment. But all was silence. Like everyone in his place he had been neutralized, made grey and anonymous. The scene was for me one of ordered desolation. It was as if I were looking into a place which had no heart. Next day when I felt better, I was on the beach sunbathing and suddenly a poem popped into my head. It started out 'I am the proprietor of the Penguin Cafe, I will tell you things at random' and it went on about how the quality of randomness, spontaneity, surprise, unexpectedness and irrationality in our lives is a very precious thing. And if you suppress that to have a nice orderly life, you kill off what's most important. Whereas in the Penguin Cafe your unconscious can just be. It's acceptable there, and that's how everybody is. There is an acceptance there that has to do with living the present with no fear in ourselves. “

Simon Jeffes (Crawley, Sussex, England, 1949-1997)