"For once there was an unknown land, full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are perfect and poisonous"... and I'm there.
Optimo filme!!!
Optimo filme!!!
quarta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2009
segunda-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2008
Feliz ano novo
No outro dia perguntaram-me se já sabia o que iria pedir nas passas...
Pergunta de meter conversa, mas por acaso (ou não porque quando toca a desejar...) pôs-me a pensar (uma acção que não era executada desde o ultimo dia de aulas... Minto! Minto! Desde o dia de natal quando abri um presente que aparentava ser um objecto funcional, no entanto não vinha escrito em lado nenhum a sua função)...
Estava a pensar no que iria pedir, quando me vieram à cabeça aqueles desejos que as pessoas “dizem que vão pedir” (aquelas entrevistas de ano novo da TVI): “Ai! Ai! Desejo muita felicidade e muito amor” – pois amor também eu peço! Mas será que estamos a falar do mesmo significado “amor, ai o amor...” – “Ai! Ai! Desejo que a crise acabe!” – desejo inteligente, não há duvida.
No entanto eu optaria por não comprar passas nem champanhe, e tantas outras delícias de ano novo que me esvaziam os bolsos.
Na verdade, todos sabem que ninguém pede este tipo de coisas (excepto as velhinhas que moram no seu bairro, mas mesmo assim algumas preferem desejar um individuo do sexo masculino... Ai! Ai! Cá estou a expressar os meus pensamentos por livre e espontânea vontade, não é fantástico. Pena é não ter jeito para o negócio senão punha já isto a render.
Vêm-me à cabeça palavras como: “pedir”; “desejar”... É um truque para ver se arranjo algo interessante, no entanto só me lembro de frases como: “pede a conta!”; “pede mais uma garrafa, que esta já acabou”. Esta situação é chata! É que dividas e vinho verde já eu tenho, obrigado!...
Desejo-vos um...
Bom, vou guardar isso para as passas...
quinta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2008
Ao Manel e ao Rodas
Convidaram-me para entrar numa banda e eu, depois de uma reflexão aceitei... Não há muito a dizer alem de que a partir de hoje irei tocar cerca de uma vez por semana e tenho grandes expectativas.
Não imaginaria outra maneira de ter sobrevivido a estes últimos 3 anos sem das pessoas que sem dúvida os marcaram. (se alguém pensar que estou a chorar neste momento, não estou mas de facto podia) Estou nada mais, nada menos a falar do Rodas e do Manel... É a eles que devo a maior parte do conhecimento e investigação musical que desenvolvi até hoje. Pensando bem, isso não é nada... Pois comparado com as noites a pé a ver Led Zeppelin, as tardes no sinal 26, onde criávamos a música mais pura que até hoje conheço, as tardes que nos encontrávamos a seguir às aulas, em casa do rodas e ouvíamos música alto de maneira que ninguém que estivesse presente conseguiria romper esse momento com conversa fosse ela do que fosse (aliás acho que nesses momentos poderia haver um cataclismo que nós não arredaríamos pé daquela cadeira ou daquele sofá ao pé daquele amplificador... não trocaria por nada aqueles momentos onde vivia a música, a verdadeira música), também não me posso esquecer das tardes que passávamos no estúdio a beber cerveja (tempos quase pré históricos, que construíram esta história), e tantas outras que ficaram guardadas na pasta das inesquecíveis... E se pensavam que eu já não tinha qualquer prova de estas recordações... Eis um exemplo:
Isto não é uma despedida a vooçês os dois (se alguma vez lerem isto), mas um agradecimento pelos últimos 3 anos serão sempre lembrados como os primeiros músicos com que tive a honra de tocar. Este texto pode parecer todo muito lamechas mas foi este lamechas aqui deste lado que tocou o rock n’roll dos Led Zeppelin como abertura dos ensaios. TODOS ELES.
E como diriam os AC/DC: FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK I SALUDE YOU…
Queria também falar sobre uma situação que esta decisão traz: Ao aceitar entrar neste novo projecto senti que tinha acabado de vez a época em que vivia (os últimos 3 anos).
Queria dedicar os meus pensamentos por um pouco a essa época, ao som de “The rain song” dos Led Zeppelin...
Não imaginaria outra maneira de ter sobrevivido a estes últimos 3 anos sem das pessoas que sem dúvida os marcaram. (se alguém pensar que estou a chorar neste momento, não estou mas de facto podia) Estou nada mais, nada menos a falar do Rodas e do Manel... É a eles que devo a maior parte do conhecimento e investigação musical que desenvolvi até hoje. Pensando bem, isso não é nada... Pois comparado com as noites a pé a ver Led Zeppelin, as tardes no sinal 26, onde criávamos a música mais pura que até hoje conheço, as tardes que nos encontrávamos a seguir às aulas, em casa do rodas e ouvíamos música alto de maneira que ninguém que estivesse presente conseguiria romper esse momento com conversa fosse ela do que fosse (aliás acho que nesses momentos poderia haver um cataclismo que nós não arredaríamos pé daquela cadeira ou daquele sofá ao pé daquele amplificador... não trocaria por nada aqueles momentos onde vivia a música, a verdadeira música), também não me posso esquecer das tardes que passávamos no estúdio a beber cerveja (tempos quase pré históricos, que construíram esta história), e tantas outras que ficaram guardadas na pasta das inesquecíveis... E se pensavam que eu já não tinha qualquer prova de estas recordações... Eis um exemplo:
Mas, como diriam os Xutos: o que foi não volta a se, mesmo que muito se queira...
Isto não é uma despedida a vooçês os dois (se alguma vez lerem isto), mas um agradecimento pelos últimos 3 anos serão sempre lembrados como os primeiros músicos com que tive a honra de tocar. Este texto pode parecer todo muito lamechas mas foi este lamechas aqui deste lado que tocou o rock n’roll dos Led Zeppelin como abertura dos ensaios. TODOS ELES.
E como diriam os AC/DC: FOR THOSE ABOUT TO ROCK I SALUDE YOU…
quinta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2008
quarta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2008
Italian love
French English Portuguese
Italy and it great cheese
It pizza with the best tomatoes
Not that junk food
Those burgers with fried potatoes
Oh Italy
My Italy
City of the meridian sea
Oh that balcony
Where I saw you for the first time
Made history in my family
That bottle of wine
That I tomb over Tim
But that didn’t seem
To stop me to keep admiring you
Moments like this in my life
I had few
I almost caught all of your perfect ways
An elegant personality
Like everyone says
Springtime was in there
I dare to ask
Did you saw me?
Staring at you
In that high balcony
Where the wind was blowing free
De: João Marques
Data: 20/10/2008
Italy and it great cheese
It pizza with the best tomatoes
Not that junk food
Those burgers with fried potatoes
Oh Italy
My Italy
City of the meridian sea
Oh that balcony
Where I saw you for the first time
Made history in my family
That bottle of wine
That I tomb over Tim
But that didn’t seem
To stop me to keep admiring you
Moments like this in my life
I had few
I almost caught all of your perfect ways
An elegant personality
Like everyone says
Springtime was in there
I dare to ask
Did you saw me?
Staring at you
In that high balcony
Where the wind was blowing free
De: João Marques
Data: 20/10/2008
Listening to Mendelssohn
8 a.m.
The sensation of white involves me
The armory of the leaves falling
On the orange ground of the courtyard
Feelings of comfort and peace
Bring me to other worlds
And standing there I feel a free sensation
That the nature whispers in my mind
I find difficult to understand
Why is so difficult a life of a woman?
Or a man? When nature reveals itself so modest
Accepting and adapting each peace without a contest
In a second a bird flies to another branch of the tree
And as I saw him, he saw me
He looked at me right in the eyes
Like he was trying to say
To live a calm life
But then he flies, and disappears in the skies
Then I look around me
And I admired the beauty I see
The old blue pinnacles
Supporting the balcony
The morning is starting to end
In a struggling, in a war, I mean –
And then the ringing is released
The people appear - so cool and thin
The teenagers have invade the yard
The nature lost his home during a serie of quarters
The noisy sound makes the bird go away
And only the trees stay
Hibernating until another ringing
Fighting and struggling
Until the end of the brakes
And then – Nature awakes
I go away
But keeping in my mind the images, I think
Oh! What a stressed way
People live today
Wouldn’t it be good to calm down to the point of nature?
Even if it was only for one day
It would be certainly,
The best day in my teenage life
Not having to battle to win the daily strife
Tea cups, coffee and cookies
In the table near the fireplace
Grandma sitting in her rocking share
I dare! Yes I dare
To peak a glass of milk
And some cookies in a bowl
My grandpa is at the balcony
Drinking his red tea
Hot! To keep him warm
Always saying “here comes a storm”
My cat is playing with the yellow ball
The one he stall from me
It was in the toys box in the balcony
The comfort of this house can’t be compared
To any other thing a person can feel
The snow falls, outside
The passion you can put in a meal
To hear my grandma calls
“Launch is ready”,
Or “go wash your hands my dear,
Diseases I fear!”
My grandpa sitting on his sit
Ready to meet
The meal of the day
And it starts with my grandma bringing the dish
And trough the glasses and the wine
The potatoes, the tomatoes –
I get to the dish and serve my self
I would try the salad, the potatoes and something else
Well! Let’s start to eat this enormous sort of things
--------------------------------------------------------------------//-------------------------------------------------------
Outside the cricket sings
In the perfect and uncoordinated ways of nature
I sit at the swing
Swinging, thinking… imagining
My grandma prang me a cup of tea
Even thou I prefer coffee
But I can’t drink it
It would stress me
Oh no! I want the peace
That’s the perfect way of life to me
Imagine a place where you are totally free
That’s where I am
That’s where I’ll always be
Oh my! That balcony
I couldn’t love it more
--------------------------------------------------------------------//------------------------------------------------------
In the winter I stay inside
Near fireplace
Playing with my cat, or
Playing piano at the old loft
Fill with old pieces –
Amazing things –
In spring
Oh those dreamy prefect springs
What a lot of memories each one of them brings
The colors, the light
The morning of the nature
This makes me so delight
The birds that fly around
The birds that fly around
Along with the butterflies
The horses hanging around peacefully in the hills
That fills my heart with feelings
Of great happiness and relief
The summer brings the sun high
Like he has never been before
It high the pressure of each of my blood vessel
And makes me feel like I’m in the fore
Of a big ship
Roaming no where
The autumn is the orange time of the year
It fills with greatness my soul
Oh! The palm trees in the south hill
They make me feel so in love with it
They bring me to other worlds –
And the north hill filled with white folds
Like clouds in the yellow skies of that hill
Red and orange and an infinitude of colors
Everywhere
De: joão Marques
Data: 15/10/2008
The sensation of white involves me
The armory of the leaves falling
On the orange ground of the courtyard
Feelings of comfort and peace
Bring me to other worlds
And standing there I feel a free sensation
That the nature whispers in my mind
I find difficult to understand
Why is so difficult a life of a woman?
Or a man? When nature reveals itself so modest
Accepting and adapting each peace without a contest
In a second a bird flies to another branch of the tree
And as I saw him, he saw me
He looked at me right in the eyes
Like he was trying to say
To live a calm life
But then he flies, and disappears in the skies
Then I look around me
And I admired the beauty I see
The old blue pinnacles
Supporting the balcony
The morning is starting to end
In a struggling, in a war, I mean –
And then the ringing is released
The people appear - so cool and thin
The teenagers have invade the yard
The nature lost his home during a serie of quarters
The noisy sound makes the bird go away
And only the trees stay
Hibernating until another ringing
Fighting and struggling
Until the end of the brakes
And then – Nature awakes
I go away
But keeping in my mind the images, I think
Oh! What a stressed way
People live today
Wouldn’t it be good to calm down to the point of nature?
Even if it was only for one day
It would be certainly,
The best day in my teenage life
Not having to battle to win the daily strife
Tea cups, coffee and cookies
In the table near the fireplace
Grandma sitting in her rocking share
I dare! Yes I dare
To peak a glass of milk
And some cookies in a bowl
My grandpa is at the balcony
Drinking his red tea
Hot! To keep him warm
Always saying “here comes a storm”
My cat is playing with the yellow ball
The one he stall from me
It was in the toys box in the balcony
The comfort of this house can’t be compared
To any other thing a person can feel
The snow falls, outside
The passion you can put in a meal
To hear my grandma calls
“Launch is ready”,
Or “go wash your hands my dear,
Diseases I fear!”
My grandpa sitting on his sit
Ready to meet
The meal of the day
And it starts with my grandma bringing the dish
And trough the glasses and the wine
The potatoes, the tomatoes –
I get to the dish and serve my self
I would try the salad, the potatoes and something else
Well! Let’s start to eat this enormous sort of things
--------------------------------------------------------------------//-------------------------------------------------------
Outside the cricket sings
In the perfect and uncoordinated ways of nature
I sit at the swing
Swinging, thinking… imagining
My grandma prang me a cup of tea
Even thou I prefer coffee
But I can’t drink it
It would stress me
Oh no! I want the peace
That’s the perfect way of life to me
Imagine a place where you are totally free
That’s where I am
That’s where I’ll always be
Oh my! That balcony
I couldn’t love it more
--------------------------------------------------------------------//------------------------------------------------------
In the winter I stay inside
Near fireplace
Playing with my cat, or
Playing piano at the old loft
Fill with old pieces –
Amazing things –
In spring
Oh those dreamy prefect springs
What a lot of memories each one of them brings
The colors, the light
The morning of the nature
This makes me so delight
The birds that fly around
The birds that fly around
Along with the butterflies
The horses hanging around peacefully in the hills
That fills my heart with feelings
Of great happiness and relief
The summer brings the sun high
Like he has never been before
It high the pressure of each of my blood vessel
And makes me feel like I’m in the fore
Of a big ship
Roaming no where
The autumn is the orange time of the year
It fills with greatness my soul
Oh! The palm trees in the south hill
They make me feel so in love with it
They bring me to other worlds –
And the north hill filled with white folds
Like clouds in the yellow skies of that hill
Red and orange and an infinitude of colors
Everywhere
De: joão Marques
Data: 15/10/2008
hmmm...
Blue pinnacles support the second floor
Hurried people passing above and below
Students, professors and more and more
Disappearing in the war
And then struggling in the classroom door
Purple Lady passes in the courtyard
Admiring her beauty I smile and say “hello”
She smiles back to me and says “how are you?”
“I say I’m fine”
And my eyes suddenly glow
“And you?”
“I’m late” and disappears running
In her hurried state
I see her until I can’t
I find my fillings to difficult to understand
I struggle to pass by the outside war
Feeling compressed by the people more and more -
During the hurry to get to class
I remember to see her pass
Class has been insane
Students go to them in vain
In vain only cause of them
They destroy lessons in seconds
And they can’t see the problem
That that causes to them
And to others
But what fools me more
Is that when there is a school problem
They go running call their mothers
De: joão Marques
Data: 15/10/2008
Hurried people passing above and below
Students, professors and more and more
Disappearing in the war
And then struggling in the classroom door
Purple Lady passes in the courtyard
Admiring her beauty I smile and say “hello”
She smiles back to me and says “how are you?”
“I say I’m fine”
And my eyes suddenly glow
“And you?”
“I’m late” and disappears running
In her hurried state
I see her until I can’t
I find my fillings to difficult to understand
I struggle to pass by the outside war
Feeling compressed by the people more and more -
During the hurry to get to class
I remember to see her pass
Class has been insane
Students go to them in vain
In vain only cause of them
They destroy lessons in seconds
And they can’t see the problem
That that causes to them
And to others
But what fools me more
Is that when there is a school problem
They go running call their mothers
De: joão Marques
Data: 15/10/2008
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