▲▲▲ e r o s + m a s s a c r e ▲▲▲

.lisboa amada e fodida

2012-01-23T00:55:00.000Z

yashica electro 35 gsn, Capital Plus 200 (Ferrania Rebranded), expired

.lisboa amada

fodida

anno Domini 2011

.aún barcelona

2012-01-23T00:07:00.001Z

yashica electro 35 gsn, Kodak ColorPlus 200

.depois do orgasmo e do sono, somos nós

2012-01-22T23:38:00.000Z

yashica electro 35 gsn, Kodak ColorPlus 200

depois do orgasmo e do sono, somos nós

poesia musicada [cardinal] 022

2012-01-12T17:31:00.000Z

Vashti Bunyan, Love Song
Some Things Just Stick In Your Mind

//-----

I love your eyes when you look away
Thinking somewhere else of what ought to be
When they're suddenly blue for a moment of time
Then the colour goes when you look at me

I love your hands as a part of you
As they write a word just by staying still
When you talk they move, painting what you say
So i understand more than words can tell

I love your hair in the dark it's soft
In the light it moves, red and green are brown
All the time it takes for a night to pass
And a lifetime grows as the day comes down

I love you now as you don't love me
I can't let you know you're too far away
But i wonder now just what did you see
When you looked at me in that loveless way

-----//

Mário Cesariny, O Navio de Espelhos

2011-11-27T01:00:00.000Z

M. Geddes Gengras & Miko Revereza, Refractions

2011-11-25T00:08:00.000Z

.por las calles de bcn

2011-10-19T23:27:00.002+01:00

bcn, aug, '11

yashica electro 35 gsn

Untitled (storm) by tim barber

2011-10-18T23:54:00.000+01:00

go to fullscreen mode, please.
grab tim's stuff here: http://bit.ly/qou50t <3

.back to bcn ii

2011-10-17T00:50:00.000+01:00

aug, '11

Konica C35 EF P, Kodak ColorPlus 200(?)

.back to bcn

2011-10-15T14:35:00.001+01:00

so i developed some film i had left frmo bcn, and decided to post the result. i think the service at fnac was way crappy this time so i think i'll be changing service in a near future.
nevertheless, here's some lovely shots of ana.

.the in between

2011-10-15T12:21:00.000+01:00

.the in and the out

2011-10-14T23:58:00.000+01:00

.the in

lisboa, oct. '11

.the out

barreiro, oct. '11

.i'm not a fanboy, but...

2011-10-12T15:24:00.000+01:00

i'm not a fanboy of theater, at all. i randomly attend plays, some really good ones i must say, but randomly. yet, i might give it a try to see Ivo performing Amadeus :)

as for new shots, i'll try to post a few ones this evening.

love,
jack.

Kihachiro Kawamoto, The Demon

2011-09-19T01:37:00.001+01:00

just love japanese folklore, tales and puppetry :)

more on Kihachiro Kawamoto, here: http://bit.ly/p7GerV

symmetry

2011-09-15T23:23:00.002+01:00

please do subscrive to everynone and visit their homepage

here: http://bit.ly/mYrXuv

.note to self

2011-09-12T14:24:00.002+01:00

my googlereader picked this up. ssemed ok to share it here.

.àngels ribé, 1969-84

2011-08-26T00:19:00.000+01:00

Àngels Ribé, 1969-84 @ macba - Museu d’Art Contemporani de Barcelona, '11

.sans titre parce que je suis fatigué pour penser

2011-08-26T00:00:00.001+01:00

note: i did not took this picture behind a glass. light just shed towards ana.

.bcn '11 - iii

2011-08-25T02:16:00.001+01:00

find it ironic, but here are some shots from museu picasso.

bcn, '11

/=/ nikon.d80, nikkor_18.55 /=/

.bcn '11 - ii

2011-08-24T02:48:00.001+01:00

these are possibly my favorite shots from from my stay in bcn. good night.

.bcn '11

2011-08-23T23:12:00.000+01:00

so barcelona was ok. bit crowded and overheat.
here are zee first shots. this serie has the very first and the very last shot i've made there. el prat has this amazing airstrip specially on late afternoon.

/=/ nikon.d80, nikkor_18.55 /=/

2011-08-17T00:28:00.000+01:00

and now i'll be flying to barcelona with my girl for some vacation. hopefully take some wonderfull shots in the process too. until then.
love,
jack

.a outra margem do mesmo - vi

2011-08-17T00:17:00.000+01:00

yashica electro 35 gsn, fuji superia x-tra 200

some shots from this series taken with new gun i got. worth mentioning that the river still is quite dirty. hope it get's better in 5 years from now. barreiro shots were ruined, but i might post some i took with another camera.

Passion Of The Craft

2011-08-16T23:56:00.002+01:00

i shure hope this premiéres soon.

.the truth

2011-08-16T15:27:00.001+01:00

mozart's lacrimosa k626 from his requiem portraits a slowly and agonzing path towards death, hence fitting this compelling truth

.citações e mendicações #005

2011-08-16T14:37:00.000+01:00

Le Déclin de l'empire américain, Denys Arcand, 1986

.a sunday afternoon

2011-08-15T15:29:00.001+01:00

some more shots with yashica's second roll, feat. my lovely ana :) enjoy.

note: if anyone knows how to explain the left black bar, id' be much gratefull.

galápos '11

yashica electro 35 gsn, fuji superia x-tra 200

.citações e mendicações #004

2011-08-14T23:54:00.000+01:00

Le Déclin de l'empire américain, Denys Arcand, 1986

.citações e mendicações #003

2011-08-14T23:52:00.003+01:00

Le Déclin de l'empire américain, Denys Arcand, 1986

.num lugar de dança - ii

2011-08-14T01:49:00.000+01:00

at some time, i posed for charlie. hope i dont look like a perv.

lugar á dança 2011

yashica electro 35 gsn

fuji superia x-tra 200

.num lugar de dança

2011-08-14T01:18:00.002+01:00

so, i finnaly got my yashica, and developed the shots. some are fine, some aren't. these were taked in lisbon on "lugar à dança 2011" a dance and performace festival held every year. this year clara and her crew arranged it oh so very well.

yashica electro 35 gsn

fuji superia x-tra 200

2011-08-10T00:17:00.000+01:00

suspiro inanimado

poesia musicada [cardinal] 021

2011-08-09T15:18:00.001+01:00

bonnie "prince" billy
master and everyone
drag city, 1999

//-----

Winter comes and snow
I can't marry you, you know
Without you the winter grows
I can't marry you, you know

Love me the way i love you
Love me the way i love you

Take a year in your hands
You can find another man
Let your unloved parts get loved
I will be your man

Love me the way i love you
Love me the way i love you

Places you should be afraid
Into the river we will wade

Love me the way i love you
Love me the way i love you

-----//

.nascimento de um verão - iv

2011-08-07T02:04:00.000+01:00

.nascimento de um verão - iii

2011-08-06T13:50:00.002+01:00

Konica C35 EF P,

fuji superia x.tra400

The Hook and The Artist (2009), Sarah Forrest

2011-08-06T00:29:00.000+01:00

I'm tired. I'm so tired.

.nascimento de um verão - ii

2011-08-04T00:57:00.001+01:00

Konica C35 EF P,

fuji superia x.tra400

.citações e mendicações #002

2011-08-04T00:37:00.001+01:00

Il deserto dei tartari, Valerio Zurlini, 1979

.citações e mendicações #001

2011-08-03T00:04:00.003+01:00

2011-08-02T23:29:00.001+01:00

The Medium Is The Medium & Electronic Moon #2, Nam June Paik

2011-08-02T16:20:00.000+01:00

The Medium Is The Medium

Electronic Moon #2

2011-08-02T10:53:00.001+01:00

i feel very old today

.a outra margem do mesmo - v

2011-07-30T12:41:00.003+01:00

[queimados]

2011-07-26T21:27:00.000+01:00

.nascimento de um verão

2011-07-24T12:56:00.001+01:00

poesia musicada #020

2011-07-16T11:39:00.002+01:00

cat's eyes
The Best Person I Know,
Broken Glass Ep., 2011

//-----

You're the best person I know
And as far as other people go
There's no one else I'd rather sit next to
There's nowhere else I'd rather be when I'm with you

Cause your the best person i know, it's true
All my best times are with you

Could hang around with you all day
No matter if there's nothing left to say

Cause you're the best person i know, it's true
All my best times are with you
Cause your the best person i know, yes its true
These no one else I like as much as you

Cause your the best person i know, it's true
All my best times are with you
Cause you're the best person i know, yes its true
Theres no one else I like as much as you

-----//

[gostava de poder mais]

2011-06-30T00:52:00.000+01:00

gostava de poder mais
cantar-te serenatas e coisas
assim de encantar

[metade de mim]

2011-06-17T00:58:00.001+01:00

metade de mim

amor.

a outra

és

tu.

poesia musicada #019

2011-06-12T13:47:00.000+01:00

jeff alexander
Come wander with me,

//-----

He said come wander with me love
Come wander with me
Away from this sad world
Come wander with me

He came from the sunset
He came from the sea
He came from my sorrow
And can love only me

Oh where is the wanderer
Who wandered this way
He's passed on his wandering
And will never go away

Come wander with me love
Come wander with me
Away from this sad world
Come wander with me

He sang of a sweet love
Of dreams that would be
But I was sworn to another
And could never be free

-----//

Debtocracy

2011-06-12T01:05:00.000+01:00

Documentário independente com a participação de personalidades de renome mundial onde se explica a situação Grega e da Divida Soberana de muitos países incluindo o nosso.

Debtocracy International Version por BitsnBytes

fmi

2011-06-10T00:01:00.000+01:00

Mãe, eu quero ficar sozinho... Mãe, não quero pensar mais... Mãe, eu quero morrer mãe.
Eu quero desnascer, ir-me embora, sem ter que me ir embora. Mãe, por favor, tudo menos a casa em vez de mim, outro maldito que não sou senão este tempo que decorre entre fugir de me encontrar e de me encontrar fugindo, de quê mãe? Diz, são coisas que se me perguntem? Não pode haver razão para tanto sofrimento. E se inventássemos o mar de volta, e se inventássemos partir, para regressar. Partir e aí nessa viajem ressuscitar da morte às arrecuas que me deste. Partida para ganhar, partida de acordar, abrir os olhos, numa ânsia colectiva de tudo fecundar, terra, mar, mãe... Lembrar como o mar nos ensinava a sonhar alto, lembrar nota a nota o canto das sereias, lembrar o depois do adeus, e o frágil e ingénuo cravo da Rua do Arsenal, lembrar cada lágrima, cada abraço, cada morte, cada traição, partir aqui com a ciência toda do passado, partir, aqui, para ficar...

Assim mesmo, como entrevi um dia, a chorar de alegria, de esperança precoce e intranquila, o azul dos operários da Lisnave a desfilar, gritando ódio apenas ao vazio, exército de amor e capacetes, assim mesmo na Praça de Londres o soldado lhes falou: Olá camaradas, somos trabalhadores, eles não conseguiram fazer-nos esquecer, aqui está a minha arma para vos servir. Assim mesmo, por detrás das colinas onde o verde está à espera se levantam antiquíssimos rumores, as festas e os suores, os bombos de Lavacolhos, assim mesmo senti um dia, a chorar de alegria, de esperança precoce e intranquila, o bater inexorável dos corações produtores, os tambores. De quem é o carvalhal? É nosso! Assim te quero cantar, mar antigo a que regresso. Neste cais está arrimado o barco sonho em que voltei. Neste cais eu encontrei a margem do outro lado, Grandola Vila Morena. Diz lá, valeu a pena a travessia? Valeu pois.

Pela vaga de fundo se sumiu o futuro histórico da minha classe, no fundo deste mar, encontrareis tesouros recuperados, de mim que estou a chegar do lado de lá para ir convosco. Tesouros infindáveis que vos trago de longe e que são vossos, o meu canto e a palavra, o meu sonho é a luz que vem do fim do mundo, dos vossos antepassados que ainda não nasceram. A minha arte é estar aqui convosco e ser-vos alimento e companhia na viagem para estar aqui de vez. Sou português, pequeno burguês de origem, filho de professores primários, artista de variedades, compositor popular, aprendiz de feiticeiro, faltam-me dentes. Sou o Zé Mário Branco, 37 anos, do Porto, muito mais vivo que morto, contai com isto de mim para cantar e para o resto.

- FMI, josé mario branco

[sombra sem dono]

2011-06-09T23:36:00.000+01:00

sombra sem dono. que te quero tanto,

voltas

a mim?

poesia musicada #018

2011-06-06T10:26:00.000+01:00

a beleza do individuo morredouro.

john frusciante
brown bunny - OST
Rel. date: 2004, tulip

//---

I'm going away, forever,
I'm going away, forever,
Never coming back this way,
Never coming back to this place.

What I need is a heaven,
What I really need is a heaven,
A place to go where I can really be,
A place to go where I can really be
Where I can really be.

Dreaming my life away, counts for nothing,
Dreaming my life away, counts for nothing,
But nothing ever is the end,
No, nothing ever is the end.

It's sure been a full life for me, yeah
It's sure been a full life for me, yeahh
It's sure been a full life for me, baby, its sure been a full life for me

------//

2011-06-04T23:53:00.001+01:00

gosto muito de ti. e tenho saudades tuas.
és uma flôr de fogo. és primavera de vulcões.
gosto muito de ti. e tenho saudades tuas.
de bocas juntas, deixa a vida correr. alarme de vida.
gosto muito de ti. e tenho saudades tuas.

2011-06-02T23:21:00.000+01:00

se eu não te conhecesse, poderia jurar que não teria nascido

2011-05-26T11:39:00.002+01:00

passeemos de
mãos dadas
debaixo da chuvinha
miudinha

[esta noite irei visitar-te]

2011-05-17T04:03:00.002+01:00

esta noite irei visitar-te. lançar-te pedrinhas à janela e fugir-mos no vento

.a outra margem do mesmo - iv

2011-04-12T20:00:00.000+01:00

.a outra margem do mesmo - iii

2011-04-10T12:31:00.000+01:00

Konica C35 EF P, fuji superia x.tra400

[as cores e os dias são]

2011-04-04T03:33:00.000+01:00

as cores e os dias são
dos homens cansados, que ao
arrumarem as luvas da
estiva, esperam cansados pela
chuva.

sonham com mulheres de
pele quente e escura, com
amor em cada poro, por eles.

são de boca cheia, lívidos
no arrumo de tarefas pestilentos
no cuidar da vida. trabalho
braçal.

esticam amarras de batéis
na crença de serem as suas.
sem terra e sem poiso. transpiram
no desejo de serem. alguém.

[quente neblina fora]

2011-03-29T01:06:00.003+01:00

“An affectionate greeting from your abandoned friend”

- Nosthalgia, Andrei Tarkovsky

quente neblina fora.
sabes de onde vem esse aperto
nefasto? consome vagarosamente

como a palavra lida, que
descreve o movimento, a luz
que houvera nele. vagarosamente.

é solene o advérbio.

2011-03-27T04:36:00.000+01:00

"Revolta é ter-se nascido
sem descobrir o sentido
do que nos há-de matar."
Natália Correia, O Sentimento Trágico da Vida

Julie & The Carjackers - Someone

2011-03-23T02:01:00.000Z

Julie & The Carjackers - Someone from Joana Barra Vaz on Vimeo.

poesia musicada #017

2011-03-14T10:28:00.000Z

Tim Buckley,
Blue Afternoon
Rel. date: 1969 Straight Records

//-----

I was just a curly-haired mountain boy
On my way
Passing thru I heard a voice
Whisper good evening
I turned to a shadow
And saw her there
So all alone
She had those sad china eyes
That sang each time she smiled
Ah, but the song
It seemed to linger
So long it deepened
My love for her
Until she called me near
And then we waltzed to our heart beat
All around
The sea was swaying
The breeze was praying
Never to leave her alone
Alone
Oh, the time just slipped on by
And with the time
So did our love
Ah, her every move
Just like a fever
Just like a fever
Burnin' inside would not leave me

-----//

.Conversa Acabada

2011-03-10T23:37:00.000Z

“O meu nome é João Raposão. Mais precisamente, João Raposão do Audiovisual. E estou aqui sentado como o adivinho Tirésius à espera que me cresçam as mamas.”

Conversa acabada, João César Monteiro, 1990

.a outra margem do mesmo - iii

2011-03-08T22:47:00.000Z

não se fecha
o amor
de vida.
devido.

.a outra margem do mesmo - ii

2011-03-08T21:40:00.000Z

.a outra margem do mesmo - i

2011-03-07T10:09:00.002Z

poesia musicada #016

2011-03-06T01:13:00.000Z

Look at me
John Lennon,
John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band,
1970

//----

Look at me,
Who am I supposed to be?
Who am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
What am I supposed to be?
What am I supposed to be?
Look at me,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Here I am,
What am I supposed to do?
What am I supposed to do?
Here I am,
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
Here I am,
Oh my love, oh my love.
Look at me, oh please look at me, my love,
Here I am - Oh my love.
Who am I?
Nobody knows but me,
Nobody knows but me,
Who am I?
Nobody else can see,
Just you and me,
Who are we?
Oh my love, oh my love.
Oh my love...

----//

The Cut Ups ,1966

2011-02-01T01:45:00.001Z

William S. Burroughs & Antony Balch, 1966

The Cut Ups 1966 from COMPLEX on Vimeo.

William S. Burroughs, Junkie

2011-02-01T01:36:00.000Z

William S. Burroughs, Junkie, 1953

. bill viola

2011-01-30T18:00:00.001Z

Bill Viola, Unspoken
dur.: ~7min

Bill Viola, The passing
dur.: ~60min

.[onde sois?]

2011-01-27T19:36:00.000Z

na gulbenkian, 23.01.'11

.[onde entram as sombras]

2011-01-27T11:41:00.000Z

onde entram as sombras
no obséquio dos dias?

seja perene o
aditamento do protocolo
vivente do ornato
vadio que se quer

triste

.skating panda

2011-01-26T15:50:00.003Z

ATIBA EVANS Panasonic GH2 Skate from skatefairy on Vimeo.

.[quantas vezes o]

2011-01-26T03:01:00.000Z

quantas vezes o
pastiche toma conta
da tarefa de
viver?

.eu [sem questionamento]

2011-01-24T20:31:00.000Z

.[não há lugar para os filhos da puta]

2011-01-18T12:07:00.000Z

não há lugar para os filhos da puta

photo by: aishia

Snapshot_20110103_5

2011-01-04T00:26:00.001Z

yeah! kick ass x-mas present! <3
it's charlie's <3 fault ^^
<3

.o que habita em nós?

2011-01-03T11:36:00.001Z

o que habita em nós?

ser de frágil compleição de imortais desejos

.DSC_0018

2010-12-29T20:17:00.002Z

a correcta partitura do amor

.xilomancia

2010-12-28T19:55:00.000Z

Merry Christmas//Feliz Natal

2010-12-23T20:07:00.001Z

.a correcta partitura do amor

2010-12-20T01:16:00.000Z

poesia musicada #015

2010-12-14T22:39:00.000Z

nina nastasia,
2010

//-----

I won't cry cry baby
I won't worry anymore
You and I we are ideal
I'm the sad sad one

You can have my sixth grade pictures
Can I have the one of us mooning
This work it won’t kill me
But I’m not stronger for it
I've just learned to wait it out

You are my only true love
But I know I can't change
You are my only true love
But I won't change

I won't cry cry baby
I won't worry anymore
You and I we are ideal

\\-----

.[sonha menina a maré do tempo]

2010-12-08T04:06:00.002Z

sonha menina a
maré do tempo

deita o frio às sortes que
procura o desfecho correcto

carrilhão manco de etérea
voz, chama por ti o vento?

com vácuo não cantas

sonha menina a
maré do tempo

sonha menina o
sonho que vai na eira

range rover - mind

2010-12-03T14:43:00.000Z

range rover - mind

Range Rover - Mind by FatCat Records

poesia musicada #015

2010-12-02T11:42:00.001Z

by Richard Rodgers
and Lorenz Hart

//-----

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

Won't you just sit there
Count the little raindrops
Falling on you
'Cause it's time you knew
All you can ever count on
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

No use old girl
You might as well surrender
'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer up little girl blue

-----//

and another version by chet baker, with no available embed

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcdZh9owpwQ

.(fecho os olhos)

2010-12-02T03:02:00.000Z

fecho os olhos

e vejo-nos

nús

querendo a

imortalidade

desferindo golpes nas

palavras.

amo-te

é sempre

infinatamente

muito

pouco

poesia musicada #014

2010-11-30T15:10:00.000Z

Emily Jane White,
Wild Tigers I Have Known

//-----

Silence is a power and a tool
For you
For you
Wild Tigers I Have Known
They send me down
Messin' around

You keep your heart from your chest
It'll be gone just like the rest
'Cause it's a man's world
Say all the right words
And hold your heart from your chest

The silence and the color
and their beauty
Stands right and still for you

Holdin' flames
Holdin' hands in hearts
And their bindings
held tightly
Lyin' in the shady grass
Their teeth grinding
Inside is foreign

'Cause it's the magic hand
that holds you gently
And turns one into many
And there inside,
it's bloody to reach boldly
For truth spoken from mouth in his name

There will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Now there will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Now there will be wise men
singing, bringing you luck
Bringing you love

Now it's the precious summertime
Hand in pocket
Bright light
Wild Tigers I Have Known
They send me down
Messin' around

-----//

2010-11-29T15:05:00.001Z

o romance inacabado do judeu maldito que não queria dizer adeus

.outono

2010-11-29T12:44:00.005Z

outono,

apetece-me

ouvir-te contar

histórias para meninos

cansados.

histórias

de final

bonito

poesia musicada [cardinal]013

2010-11-25T12:46:00.001Z

Comin' Back To Me, Jefferson Airplane
rel. date: 1966

/*/------

The summer had inhaled
And held its breath too long.
The winter looked the same,
As if it had never gone,
And through an open window,
Where no curtain hung,
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

One begins to read between
The pages of a look.
The sound of sleepy music,
And suddenly, you're hooked.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

You came to stay and live my way,
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind.
You always say that you won't go away,
But I know what it always has been,
It always has been.

A transparent dream
Beneath an occasional sigh...
Most of the time,
I just let it go by.
Now I wish it hadn't begun.
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

Strolling the hill,
Overlooking the shore,
I realize I've been here before.
The shadow in the mist
Could have been anyone...
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

Small things like reasons
Are put in a jar.
Whatever happened to wishes,
Wished on a star?
Was it just something
That I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you,
Coming back to me.

------/*/

.white magic

2010-11-23T17:58:00.001Z

sex. culturgest, porto 22h
sab. com norberto lobo, Lidija Kolovrat - #79 da Rua D. Pedro V (ao Príncipe Real), 21h30
info @ www.filhounico.com

.paris i

2010-11-23T12:15:00.001Z

foi no verão que soubemos
amar nas ruas dos
amantes

.entre os dedos (noise)

2010-11-22T18:10:00.001Z

"Eu não fui feito para ser bom filho. Nem tu para seres mãe.
Somos um equívoco."

Entre os dedos - de Tiago Guedes, Frederico Serra, 2008.

2010-11-22T12:05:00.000Z

Free music - Terrific Speech 2

.(um dia algum dia)

2010-11-22T11:49:00.002Z

um dia algum dia
gostaria de ganhar talento
para te cantar

queria saber
escrever aos teus lábios que
me acenam convidam

um dia algum dia antes
que o coração cansado
cesse

.chora maria

2010-11-19T03:46:00.002Z

chora maria, com
as dores da solidão.
chama o ausente amor
devido.

esconde as rugas rasgadas.

Lovage - Sex (I'm A)

2010-11-16T02:19:00.002Z