sábado, janeiro 24, 2004
Citando uma jovem mulher nas ruas da cidade de Felgueiras:
«A Fátima Felgueiras é uma pessoa digna, apesar de ser mulher.»

Beaucoup de lol's...
Damon at 10:10 da tarde

The ground beneath her feet

All my life, I worshipped her
Her golden voice, her beauty's beat
How she made us feel
How she made me real
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet

And now I can't be sure of anything
Black is white, and cold is heat
For what I worshipped stole my love away
It was the ground beneath her feet
It was the ground beneath her feet

Go lightly down your darkened way
Go lightly underground
I'll be down there in another day
I won't rest until you're found

Let me love you true, let me rescue you
Let me lead you to where two roads meet
O come back above
Where there's only love
And the ground beneath her feet
And the ground beneath her feet.

Salman Rushdie.
Damon at 10:08 da tarde

quinta-feira, janeiro 22, 2004

Finalmente, trouxe a máquina fotográfica digital da escola.
Há bocado, as vistas eram estas...
Para ver melhor as imagens podem ir aqui.




Damon at 2:19 da manhã

quarta-feira, janeiro 21, 2004

A uma criança que dança no vento

Dança aí junto ao mar;
Que te importa
O rugido da água, o rugido do vento?
Sacode a tua cabeleira
Molhada de gotas e sal;
Tu que és tão jovem ignoras
O triunfo do néscio, não sabes
Que o amor mal se ganha e logo se perde,
Nem viste morrer o melhor operário
E todos os feixes por atar.
Por que hás-de temer
O terrível clamor dos ventos?

W. B. Yeats.
Damon at 12:18 da tarde

Damon at 11:21 da manhã

os sonhos que me aguardam...
os segredos que espero durante a noite...
tão pouco tempo para ouvir as vozes,
tão pouca noite para tantas estrelas
à espera de brotar...
tão pouco espaço nesta cama
para que tantos dias se deitem comigo
esta noite.

tão pouca escuridão
para que o negativo
dê à luz
um dia positivo.
Damon at 1:41 da manhã

domingo, janeiro 18, 2004

Now my heart is full

There's gonna be some trouble
A whole house will need re-building
And everyone I love in the house
Will recline on an analyst's couch quite
Soon
Your Father cracks a joke
And in the usual way
Empties the room

Tell all of my friends
(I don't have too many
Just some rain-coated lovers' puny brothers)
Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Rush to danger
Wind up nowhere
Patric Doonan - raised to wait
I'm tired again, I've tried again, and

Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So I won't even try to

Dallow, Spicer, Pinkie, Cubitt
Every jammy Stressford poet
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Loafing oafs in all-night chemists
Underact - express depression
Ah, but Bunnie I loved you
I was tired again
I've tried again, and

Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So I won't even try to

Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Could you pass by ?
Oh ...

Now my heart is full
Now my heart is full
And I just can't explain
So ... slow ...
Slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ... slow ...

Morrissey, do album «Vauxhall and I»
Damon at 8:45 da tarde