tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4142118869732990762011-09-15T14:16:13.827-03:00EgocionárioRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-86291328482498560602011-08-14T16:33:00.000-03:002011-08-14T16:33:36.534-03:002011-08-14T16:33:36.534-03:00too much, too bright, too powerfulRadiohead - Last Flowers to the Hospital
"Appliances have gone berserk
I cannot keep up
Treading on people's toes
Snot-nosed little punk
And I can't face the evening straight
You can't offer me escape
Houses move and houses speak
If you take me there you'll get relief
Relief, relief, relief...
And if I'm gonna talk
I just wanna talk
Please don't interrupt
Just sit back and listen
Cause I RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-32765323635374070772011-06-27T12:26:00.001-03:002011-06-27T12:28:15.998-03:002011-06-27T12:28:15.998-03:00A resposta é 42, segundo Deep Thought.I don`t expect many will read this, actually I don`t expect anyone to. But in face of how beautiful this article is, specially it's last part: Experiencing Meaninglessness; I could not but humbly reproduce it here.
Link to original at the end of this post.
Perdão pelo inglês, mas como à maioria pouco importa a pergunta, por que traduzir...
The Question of the Meaning of Life: Answerable orRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-38204608967931048992011-06-23T18:33:00.001-03:002011-06-23T18:37:14.346-03:002011-06-23T18:37:14.346-03:00prolixa mentegive me color and give me light
give me flowers and sacrifice
give me sweat and unheard moans
and faces in clouds on bright blue skies
and walls and fences
handcuffed memories
insomnia and pills
night sweat and nightmares
real like dreams and wheat fields
slow mo blowing hair and movie cliches
and please
please
a pack of smokes
minha tv não tem legendas
e o ócio começa a me afetar.
What RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-68617582955667720322011-06-18T21:43:00.000-03:002011-06-18T21:43:15.467-03:002011-06-18T21:43:15.467-03:00Salkantay Trail
Vou compartilhar um pouco desta viagem e, com alguma sorte, ajudar outros a fazerem o mesmo.
Não foi fácil encontrar as informações necessárias sobre a trilha e os mapas disponíveis não mostravam precisamente o caminho. A alteração em verde mostra o caminho real durante o quarto dia e a parte correspondente em laranja mostra o caminho percorrido de ónibus e trem até o RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0Santuario Historico Machu Picchu, Peru-13.169252341454072 -72.54152335473634-13.308595841454073 -72.64773885473635 -13.029908841454072 -72.43530785473634tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-13655736190743896192011-06-12T12:45:00.000-03:002011-06-12T12:45:37.749-03:002011-06-12T12:45:37.749-03:00Stumble then rise on some awkward morning ou "do tabaco, cigarro e afins"Bem sabe o bom fumante a agonia das casas noturnas, do álcool das luzes; e bem sabe o bom bêbado o deleite da fumaça que não sobe, mas escorre por todos os poros e inebria mais que o álcool.
"Oh don`t be afraid, though the parade will not pass our way, it`s nobler to never get paid, than to bank on shit and dismay"
Receita: 3 gim tônica / 3 cerveja (1 com energético) / 2 água mineral
Misture RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-26574150735206360022011-02-24T17:36:00.000-03:002011-02-24T17:36:48.487-03:002011-02-24T17:36:48.487-03:00"e não me falta ao passo, coração"
vou criar asas e voar do décimo
quarto dia sem pensar, passo
ao largo, sem te olhar, só passar
pois só passar é passo raro
pássaros, décimos, quartos
dias longes de chegar
RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-24768699039080158322011-02-23T05:43:00.002-03:002011-02-23T05:46:59.166-03:002011-02-23T05:46:59.166-03:00"A nice heart and a white suit and a baby blue sedan
And I am doing the best that I can
All the eunuchs, they were standing in rows
singing, "Please stud us out just as fast as you possibly can."
Sad song, last dance and no one knows who the band was
And Henry, you danced like a wooden Indian
Except this one mattered and I felt it had a spirit
And I shot the story because I didn't hear it that RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-38039384535450909572011-02-22T19:21:00.003-03:002011-02-22T19:25:26.203-03:002011-02-22T19:25:26.203-03:00Alguma vezes, a vida começa a passar em um piscar de olhos, a lástima é tudo chegar enquanto os olhos se fecham e tudo desaparecer quando os olhos se abrem, como fosse o beijo um sonho rápido do qual não podemos lembrar.
RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-4237029316729193182010-06-18T17:01:00.003-03:002010-06-18T17:52:01.733-03:002010-06-18T17:52:01.733-03:00"Never thought all this could backfire" ------Lá Naquele lugar mais alto Onde pretende o cinza o anonimato Das paredes duras, única face Desfalece o vidro, desfalece o branco Esvai-se o grito Em um grunhido brando Mastigado do pó urbano Entre passos gravitacionais O elã de que é tricotada a vida É impulso e queda E nada mais. ------O que vem a mente, mas nunca está lá.O que insiste, masRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-79155157232302735432010-04-28T09:44:00.000-03:002010-04-28T09:46:11.374-03:002010-04-28T09:46:11.374-03:00"You've got to choose a wish or commandAt the turn of the tide, is withering theeRemember one thing, the dream you can seePray to be, shake this land"RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-29912336291388867372010-01-08T20:25:00.003-02:002010-01-08T20:30:06.507-02:002010-01-08T20:30:06.507-02:00Mountain Men Anonymousgone hiking...RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-20930502012779447172009-09-19T16:13:00.000-03:002009-09-19T16:14:57.653-03:002009-09-19T16:14:57.653-03:00Pruit Igoe!and the orchestra goes: papapapapapa pá!!!!!!!!!!RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-4028277680931956642009-06-20T11:15:00.000-03:002009-06-20T11:16:29.651-03:002009-06-20T11:16:29.651-03:00Microphones In The Trees'Cause we are the flood!RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-63761870650467696562008-12-04T15:15:00.002-02:002008-12-04T16:00:14.122-02:002008-12-04T16:00:14.122-02:00Oh the Waves"The sun was sinking. The hard stone of the day was cracked and light poured through its splinters. Red and gold shot through the waves, in rapid running arrows, feathered with darkness. Erratically rays of light flashed and wandered, like signals from sunken islands, or darts shot through laurel groves by shameless, laughing boys. But the waves, as they neared the shore, were robbed of light, RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-81082451083012469012008-09-25T12:18:00.003-03:002008-09-25T12:39:29.931-03:002008-09-25T12:39:29.931-03:00Social DisorderOnce upon a time, in a far far far world, worlds apart, fiction met reality.Discover godspeed you black emperor!!Interviewer: Well... Where are you coming from?Blaise Bailey Finnegan III: (pause) Well... I don't like the way the country's ran, don't you know, and, erm... that's pretty much what i was expressing in my poem. The government... the American government - they're sneaky, they're very RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-65857635130000978792008-09-06T22:32:00.002-03:002008-09-06T22:38:13.764-03:002008-09-06T22:38:13.764-03:00SuspiroSuspensoNo ar preso de um suspiro ansioso.Vento de anseio por vidaQue não sopra, não se renova,Instante vivo que se acaba.Eu inspiro e me morre no peito,No colo de pedra que chamam amparo,O que não há de ser livre, mas preso,Ar rarefeito, mas pujante de erros,Ar viciado, fumaça engolida.Ácido,É o pensamento que me vem às golfadas,Como revolta à passividadeDe um jugo que'u sofro e calo.Meu vômitoRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-68567040285646692312008-09-06T20:23:00.003-03:002008-09-06T22:05:39.063-03:002008-09-06T22:05:39.063-03:00Babylon Was Built On Fire"This highway needs rain acrossBoth of its lanes untilAll that remains isThis heart and its flamesAnd the rumble of trains'Neath a handful of stars"Um dia queimaremos todos no inferno que criamos e, por mais tristeza que isso me cause, estou satisfeito com esse desfecho.RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-24305850747156523102008-09-05T21:58:00.002-03:002008-09-05T22:04:35.999-03:002008-09-05T22:04:35.999-03:00Sail Awaysail away, barco ligeiroe afoga as idéias que teimam em boiar(qualquer coincidência, é mera semelhança)RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-40989913710196340212008-07-11T21:41:00.004-03:002008-12-10T21:01:43.850-02:002008-12-10T21:01:43.850-02:0012 Years GoneTentando lembrar de 12 anos atrás, o refrão de Five Years, do Bowie, começou a ecoar na cabeça. "We've got five years, stuck on my eyes / Five years, what a surprise" Mas só a parte bem entonada do "fiiiiiiiiiive years", na verdade, nem pensei em "five" pensei em 12, "twelve" then... "tweeeeeeeeeeelve years". Bem, se você leu ou conhece a letra, entenderia que "My brain hurts like a warehouse, itRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-36858680618403442082008-07-04T19:58:00.002-03:002008-07-04T20:18:05.531-03:002008-07-04T20:18:05.531-03:00BlindBlindBlindThee Silver Mt. Zion Memorial Orchestra & Tra-La-La Band - 13 Blues For Thirteen Moons - BlindBlindBlindPorque quando eu deixo de acreditar, algo me surpreende; 'cause some hearts are true, some aren't, but some hearts are true."Some ! hearts ! are ! true ! Some ! hearts ! are ! true ! Some ! hearts ! are ! true !Ahoy ! Ye bland plump boysGo tear wings for vainful gainOur home made choirs, likeRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-726396395336790072008-06-20T16:26:00.004-03:002008-12-10T21:01:44.410-02:002008-12-10T21:01:44.410-02:00Shouldn't we, oh shouldn't we?A Silver Mt. Zion - Horses In The Sky - Mountains Made Of SteamThis was our stormy endingWater sank our boatsShouldn't we oh shouldn't weThrow our hopes into the oceanThe oceanThe warm grey seaTell me orKick me orHold me orPlease believeThis is their busted futureAnd this is our dreamWhich one do youBelieve in, believe in, believe in, believe inTogether together together togetherNever to RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-46522886751935492002008-06-19T18:37:00.008-03:002008-06-19T19:42:11.286-03:002008-06-19T19:42:11.286-03:00All of a sudden..... I miss being me.(everyone?)from the Explosions In The Sky album."What do you go home to?" Someone asks, repeatedly, in a soft monotone voice.Discover Explosions in the Sky!"So long, Lonesome"Discover Explosions in the Sky!I keep answering, repeatedly, in a soft monotone voice.Dia cinza, esse de hoje. Já me disseram que eu não preciso de ninguém, but I really miss being me, being able to RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-50743932818540383592008-05-28T17:25:00.003-03:002008-05-29T11:48:42.078-03:002008-05-29T11:48:42.078-03:00"I went to the doctor and guess what he told meGuess what he told meHe said girl u better try to have fun no matter what u doBut he's a fool"Pedaço de música que não me sai da cabeça e que já faz o pobre do contador do i-pod passar dos 3 dígitos.Nada como uma pequena obsessão para ocupar os espaços vazios. "We gotta fill those empty spaces", cried a voice in the other room.Para quem não entendeu RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-36237717366327955292008-05-21T17:07:00.003-03:002008-05-21T17:38:21.289-03:002008-05-21T17:38:21.289-03:00Metamorfoseando-me"Metamorphosis"Por que é impossível ser sempre o mesmo sem ser outro o tempo todo.Mas ainda penso que ninguém muda, apenas acho que múltipla personalidade deixou de ser um distúrbio para virar necessidade, além de sangue de barata e estômago de avestruz.(...)"Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowdAnd the three cheers from everyoneDropping through skyThrough the glass of the roofThrough the roofRGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-414211886973299076.post-45887420632942071902008-05-09T10:02:00.002-03:002008-05-09T10:27:26.311-03:002008-05-09T10:27:26.311-03:00Os 39° da segunda viraram os 40° da terça, da quarta, de parte da quinta. Cederam à 38° na quinta a noite, voltaram aos 39° nessa sexta e só no que penso é que se estivesse em um desenho animado, ao beber água, vazava-me pelo pescoço, tal é o estrago feito na minha garganta.Dois pareceres:-Tem gente que ainda pensa que pode ser bom ficar doente para ser cuidado por alguém, essas pessoas são de RGMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13818431176852023763noreply@blogger.com1