tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73716411035417019012011-06-08T06:09:01.246+01:00<i>There's more to the picture / Than meets the eye</i> <b>[Neil Young]</b>João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.comBlogger881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-12701220473304359552009-04-25T00:01:00.001+01:002009-05-18T04:34:34.908+01:00

«o povo é quem mais ordena.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-757850567801152512009-03-11T00:41:00.002Z2009-03-13T04:20:29.282Z

«soon this space will be too small / and i'll go outside.»

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«i am nothing but a builder / here i dreamt i was an architect.»

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«never thought it could be so hard / to be easy.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-65976480923923362452009-03-11T00:38:00.001Z2009-03-13T00:59:06.218Z

«a mitad de camino entre el infierno y el cielo / yo me bajo en atocha, yo me quedo en madrid.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-42531147355442084252009-02-02T00:37:00.002Z2009-02-27T03:43:51.505Z

«i know a man ain't supposed to cry.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-62589922424659376182009-02-01T00:36:00.001Z2009-02-10T02:44:53.175Z

«no, it's not getting better, man / it's just getting old.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-20068033342754540052008-12-02T00:35:00.001Z2009-01-13T03:53:43.189Z

«baby, i've been here before / i've seen this room and walked this floor / i used to live alone before i knew you.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-72094659015691046692008-12-02T00:34:00.001Z2009-01-13T03:47:07.198Z

«que no te cierren el bar de la esquina.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-11640576488512319442008-12-01T00:33:00.000Z2008-12-27T19:27:50.765Z

«girl, you'll be a woman soon»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-40723353564782053332008-12-01T00:32:00.001Z2008-12-27T19:24:05.693Z

«we are tired / we got nothing to believe in / we are lost / go tell the women that we're leaving»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-33460897690175039672008-12-01T00:31:00.003Z2008-12-27T19:14:28.070Z

«we are scientists / we do genetics»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-21424278879613330742008-12-01T00:30:00.001Z2008-12-12T01:39:51.155Z

«we're on a road to nowhere / come on inside / taking that ride to nowhere»

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«i'll be what i am / a solitary man»

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"don't you wanna come with me? / don't you wanna feel my bones / on your bones?"

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"oh, where do we go now but nowhere?"

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-37843842223326938912008-11-17T00:01:00.001Z2008-11-17T20:06:17.416Z

"sometimes, the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-77895224337827035812008-11-06T00:02:00.003Z2008-11-06T15:14:15.606Z

"ordinary life is pretty complex stuff."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-48596593589788120902008-11-06T00:01:00.003Z2008-11-06T15:14:23.980Z

"tramps like us, baby we were born to run."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-85864131124293341302008-11-02T00:02:00.002Z2008-11-02T17:32:36.667Z

"se estamos a falar de vinho, estamos a falar de tinto."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-90626644825450058452008-11-02T00:01:00.002Z2008-11-02T17:04:22.518Z

"el patriotismo es la menos perspicaz de las pasiones."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-1012823046492621882008-10-29T00:05:00.001Z2008-10-30T07:26:41.227Z

[espaço em branco]

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"vamos à bica?"

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-25839881932432492012008-10-29T00:03:00.002Z2008-10-30T07:02:19.038Z

um jardim numa cidade faz tanto sentido como uma casa no campo.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-8455573534961058282008-10-29T00:02:00.000Z2008-10-30T06:54:03.491Z

"gosto mais de gatos do que de cães porque acho que os animais também devem ter uma costela filha-da-puta."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-23861678576563475202008-10-29T00:01:00.003Z2008-10-30T06:39:13.368Z

"pelo tamanho das ondas / conto não voltar"

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-53004555720762945142008-10-27T03:33:00.001Z2008-10-27T03:42:59.456Z

"to be precise, one is desperate. to be more precise, one is very happy."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-14262871184638965032008-10-27T02:42:00.002Z2008-10-27T02:53:35.260Z

"me gusta parís porque no tiene catedrales ni casas de gaudí."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-526264930993307602008-10-27T00:49:00.003Z2008-10-27T02:38:32.273Z

"riding home after school / you took me home / to your house."

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-24658169639574075842008-10-23T00:13:00.001+01:002008-10-23T07:12:40.353+01:00

«caminante, no hay camino, / se hace camino al andar.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-35657895470805735412008-10-23T00:12:00.004+01:002008-10-23T07:13:14.745+01:00

coimbra deve ser uma lição. mas nesse dia faltei às aulas.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-83753344439504867942008-10-23T00:11:00.003+01:002008-10-23T07:13:29.044+01:00

«eu estive aqui e ninguém contará a minha história.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-31276751552942038582008-10-23T00:10:00.004+01:002008-10-23T07:13:52.666+01:00

«tchau, pá.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-10928386736985011172008-10-23T00:09:00.003+01:002008-10-23T07:14:33.677+01:00

o que importa não é tamanho. é o frio que está lá em cima.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-11812504553809523552008-10-23T00:08:00.003+01:002008-10-23T07:14:56.849+01:00

«love is not in your heart. love is just a word from the dictionary. love is in your tongue.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-52115949494097563802008-10-23T00:07:00.001+01:002008-10-23T07:15:11.977+01:00

«it's gonna be a long walk home.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-17141249409418424452008-10-23T00:06:00.002+01:002008-10-23T07:15:37.909+01:00

«até a formiga tem caparro.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-46233249314724203022008-10-23T00:04:00.004+01:002008-10-23T07:15:50.277+01:00

«any way the wind blows»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-10408859061716164382008-10-23T00:03:00.006+01:002008-10-23T07:16:02.670+01:00

«you are free. and that is why you are lost.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-19785590685478402372008-10-23T00:02:00.003+01:002008-10-23T07:18:15.328+01:00

«no man is an island.»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-8386902045428061392008-10-23T00:01:00.005+01:002008-10-23T07:16:28.454+01:00

«and sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-72306147265697831612008-10-23T00:00:00.008+01:002008-10-23T07:16:40.157+01:00

«everybody knows this is nowhere»

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-49455079378008870402008-10-22T06:38:00.002+01:002008-10-23T07:16:54.896+01:00

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João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-90246003826572626442008-10-22T00:00:00.000+01:002008-10-23T06:18:27.498+01:00

«copyright is for losers», banksy dixit.não obstante, sou o irresponsável por quase todas as fotos que jazem aqui.todas as fotos foram ligeiramente retocadas com o programa paint.net. (www.paint.net).if i knew where it was i would take you there é um excerto da música breath, dos pearl jam.there's more to the picture than meets the eye foi o neil young que escreveu, na música hey hey, my my.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-60720456224513329392008-03-03T04:30:00.002Z2009-05-18T04:33:58.118+01:00

façamos de conta que eu não me esqueci de espetar isto aqui no dia 25 de abril.afinal de contas, sempre é sempre!SEMPRE! (mural em grândola)

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-64261538239551038622008-03-02T00:41:00.002Z2009-03-13T04:19:48.940Z

Leiria, 2007.Frase desta música da Lhasa de Sela.Soon this space will be too smallAnd I'll go oustideTo the huge illsideWhere the wild winds blowAnd the cold stars shineI'll put my footOn the living roadAnd be carried from hereTo the heart of the worldI'll be strong as a shipAnd wise as a waleAnd I'll say the three wordsThat will save us allAnd I'll say the three wordsThat will save us allSoon

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-40997702460014019952008-03-02T00:40:00.001Z2009-03-13T03:48:34.752Z

Fotografia do Parthenon. Setembro 2005.Frase de here i dreamt i was an architect, dos The Decembrists. Mas aqui canta a Patti Smith, que eu é que mando.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-59883856208311776872008-03-02T00:39:00.003Z2009-03-13T02:53:56.676Z

The Dark Room.Frase de "Hard to be Easy", Champale. Da banda sonora de before the devil knows your dead.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-47921735665062214412008-03-02T00:38:00.000Z2009-03-13T00:58:41.609Z

11M, cinco anos. Fotografia na estação de Atocha, Madrid. Verão de 2009.Frase de "Yo me bajo en Atocha".

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-13016947211390351312008-03-02T00:37:00.000Z2009-02-27T03:41:45.206Z

Fotografia no Coliseu dos Recreios, Lisboa. Concerto de Marisa Monte. Setembro de 2006.Frase de I heard it through the gravepine, que a Marisa Monte gravou no primeiro álbum, circa 1988. Aqui na versão live de Marvin Gaye.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-21475735754981422122008-03-02T00:36:00.000Z2009-02-10T02:43:57.985Z

Foto em Alvito.Frase de "Watch the Tapes", dos LCD Soundsystem.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-80810143196091764442008-03-02T00:35:00.000Z2009-01-13T03:53:08.836Z

Foto em Atenas, Acrópole. Sim, aquilo reflectido na poça de água é o Parthenon.Setembro 2005.Frase de Hallelujah. Sim, prefiro a versão do Buckley.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-19240305050352686062008-03-02T00:34:00.000Z2009-01-13T03:46:33.756Z

Foto em Múrcia. Abril de 2008.Frase do Maestro Sabina, Noches de Boda. Em vídeo, aqui.Que el maquillaje no apague tu risa, que el equipaje no lastre tus alas, que el calendario no venga con prisas, que el diccionario detenga las balas, Que las persianas corrijan la aurora, que gane el quiero la guerra del puedo, que los que esperan no cuenten las horas, que los que matan se mueran de miedo. Que

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-87990194122462344822008-03-01T00:33:00.000Z2008-12-27T19:26:56.004Z

Estação do Oriente, Loures.A meio caminho de nenhures, num dia qualquer.A música do Neil Diamond, mais uma vez em versão, dos Urge Overkill. Em cena do Pulp Fiction. Aqui.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-80245675152591316772008-03-01T00:32:00.000Z2008-12-27T19:23:26.829Z

Frase de Go tell the women, Grinderman. Sim, repeti esta música.Fotografia nenhures em França, Agosto de 2007.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-13402506978311408602008-03-01T00:31:00.001Z2008-12-27T19:15:39.232Z

Foto numa câmara de luz ultravioleta. Num qualquer dia de labuta.Frase de "Go tell the women", Grinderman.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-56552283640339942312008-03-01T00:30:00.000Z2008-12-12T01:39:22.445Z

Pirinéus. Agosto de 2007.Talking Heads, Road to nowhere. Siga o vídeo.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-48007134917742253592008-03-01T00:29:00.000Z2008-12-12T01:31:56.731Z

Fotografia num terraço algarvio. Verão 2007.Frase de Solitary man, Neil Diamond. Aqui numa versão do Johnny Cash.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-50032451929895238162008-02-28T00:28:00.001Z2008-11-28T01:06:24.097Z

Fotografia no Museu Nacional de Arqueologia de Atenas. No dia mundial do Turismo, 27 de Setembro de 2005.Música Bones, dos The Killers. Com um esplêndido videoclip realizado pelo Tim Burton.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-16924898868986007542008-02-21T00:27:00.001Z2008-11-21T00:11:54.678Z

Fotografia em Praga. Agosto de 2007.Where do we go now but nowhere, do Nick Cave, que não tem um vídeo de jeito no youtube, mas que faz parte do melhor álbum triste da história da música.Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere I remember a girl so very well The carnival drums all mad in the air Grim reapers and skeletons and a missionary bell O where do we go now but nowhere In a colonial hotel we fucked

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Fotografia algures em frança. Agosto de 2005.Frase do Seinfeld.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-89553902113026990242008-02-06T00:25:00.002Z2008-11-06T15:15:02.860Z

Frase de Harvey Pekar, em American Splendor.Um quarto. Múrcia, Março de 2008.Em cima das secretárias, da esquerda para a direita:um computador portátil fechado, um candeeiro com lâmpada de halogéneo, uma garrafa, um caderno, um porta cd's, uma garrafa, outra garrafa, um objecto não identificado, umas calças de ganga e uma sweat-shirt em cima de uma grade de minis.

João Gasparhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10019623414954259818noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7371641103541701901.post-82484538460027318372008-02-06T00:24:00.002Z2008-11-06T15:14:48.007Z

Born to run, Bruce Springsteen.In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dreamAt night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machinesSprung from cages out on highway 9,Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin out over the lineBaby this town rips the bones from your backIts a death trap, its a suicide rapWe gotta get out while were young`cause tramps like us, baby we

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Fotografia em Portalegre, Agosto de 2007.Conventual, o vinho com melhor relação qualidade/preço* que conheço.Frase de Luiz Pacheco, numa entrevista qualquer**.* regra geral a 2,99€ numa grande superfície suburbanapseudomoderna qualquer. indicado para acompanhar uma noite com um livro e o leonard cohen, em ambiente preferencialmente depressivo. ressaca suportável.** eu próprio às vezes

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Fotografia em Granada, numa tarde quente de Abril de 2008.Frase de Jorge Luis Borges (Ficciones), citado por Fernando Savater no livro Contra las Patrias.

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Castelo, Sudoeste de França.Agosto de 2005.

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Bica, Lisboa.Data desconhecida.[Em 2006 o filme Coisa Ruim ganhou o festival Caminhos do Cinema Português. Uma das curtas que passou antes do Coisa Ruim, consistia num almoço rústico-tradicional-português, de toda a família no quintal domingueiro de uma qualquer casa rural isolada. Esta curta, cujo nome seria bom recordar para efeitos de pesquisa, terminava, após uma discussão (sur)real que

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Parc Monceau, Paris.Dezembro 2007.

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Da esquerda para a direita: Tessa, Cocas.Data desconhecida.Frase do pedro vieira.

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Guincho, três de Julho de dois mil e amnésia.Não vou procurar quem esperoSe o que eu quero é navegar Pelo tamanho das ondasConto não voltar. Capitão Romance, Ornatos Violeta.

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Frase d' O Castelo, Franz Kafka (e vão duas para o Kafka).Fotografia num arredor esquecido a norte de Salamanca.

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Frase de Enrique Vila-Matas em París no se acaba nunca.Mais do que óbvio, obrigatório.

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Excerto de Gloria (The Doors).Fotografia em Pau (evitemos os sorrisinhos pueris), França. Agosto de 2005.Umas horas depois o fogo entrou em Coimbra e eu, por incrível que pareça, não estava lá. Parece que aquilo dava fotos lindíssimas.

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Fotografia tirada no cemitério de Pére LaChaise, Paris. Dezembro de 2007.«caminante, no hay camino, / se hace camino al andar.»excerto do poema Cantares, de Antonio Machado.Cantares, interpretado por Joaquín Sabina e Joan Manuel Serrat.Todo pasa y todo queda, pero lo nuestro es pasar, pasar haciendo caminos, caminos sobre el mar. Nunca persequí la gloria, ni dejar en la memoria de los

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Coimbra. Num dia em que o mais provável é ter mesmo faltado às aulas.Uma lição.

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Jardim na vila de Cognac. Agosto de 2005.Frase de Luís Sepúlveda (As Rosas de Atacama), referente a uma gravação no campo de concentração de Bergen Belsen."Visitei há alguns anos o campo de concentração de Bergen Belsen, na Alemanha. Percorri no meio do silêncio atroz as valas comuns onde jazem milhares de vítimas do horror, perguntando a mim mesmo em qual delas estariam os restos de uma certa

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No museu do Comunismo, em Praga. Agosto de 2007.«tchau, pá», resposta de um amigo a missiva electrónica com o conteúdo: "vou-me embora, caralho". [Good bye, Lenin]

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Exactamente aí, Dezembro de 2007. Abaixo de zero.

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Parede de uma rua esconsa de Bruxelas. Maio de 2007.Frase mais ou menos adaptada de um diálogo de The United States of Leland. Um filme sobre o amor e a tristeza. Como se não fossem a mesma coisa.

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Num anoitecer com a cabeça encostada à janela do comboio que teima em percorrer o Alentejo.Frase de Long walk home (Magic, 2007), do Bruce Springsteen, que tem um excelente vídeo.

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Fotografia no Castelo de Serpa, em data incerta.até a formiga tem caparro, ligeiramente adaptado da pimpinela.

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Fotografia tirada por um amigo, algures no desértico eixo Madrid-Albacete-Múrcia, Espanha.Abril de 2008.Any way the wind blows é o título do filme do Tom "dEUS" Barman.

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Fotografia tirada na Golden Lane, Praga.Agosto de 2007.«You are free, and that is why you are lost.», frase (oh, surpresa!) de Franz Kafka.

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Fotografia tirada no Mar Menor, Espanha.Maio de 2008.«No man is an island», John Donne.

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Foto tiradaa bordo de um barco,no Mar Egeu.No fim de Setembrode dois mil e cinco,acho eu.and sometimes is seen a strange spot in the skya human being that was given to fly.Pearl Jam, Given to fly, in Yield, 1998.Aqui numa versão ao vivo com tradução em linguagem gestual.

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Everybody knows this is nowhere é o título do segundo álbum do Neil Young. E a música que se toca no link.Fotografia tirada precisamente nowhere (to be found). Algures nos arredores de Beja. Quando? Já não me lembro nem interessa muito.

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