domingo, 31 de março de 2013

Undisclosed desires

 
I know you've suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied
 
Soothing
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure
 
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
 
You trick your lovers
That you're wicked and divine
You may be a sinner
But your innocence is mine
 
Please me
Show me how it's done
Tease me
You are the one
 
 

Cine Me

 
Oz the Great and Powerful
 
 
 
As much as I enjoyed Sam Raimi's new movie, which is breezy and bright in myriad dimensions, I doubt his story will exert a comparable hold on the popular imagination for generations to come.
 
The new "Oz" falls short of the 1939 "Oz" in charm and innocence and certainly in songs (there is only one, a brief, jokey number from the Munchkins). But as family entertainment, it's hard to fault such a rapturous spectacle and astute, suspenseful piece of storytelling.
 
But we're no longer watching Dorothy, an innocent abroad. Instead, we have James Franco's Oscar Diggs ("Oz" for short), a charismatic charlatan and a two-bit showman with an eye for the ladies -- any lady, really; wiccans welcome! If there's a throne and a treasure trove at the end of the rainbow, maybe he'll stick around the next morning.
 
Franco doesn't quite get there, for me, in this role.
 
 
He's an unconvincing fraud and a shaky charlatan -- too young, perhaps, to fool anyone except himself. Or, maybe he's just too contemporary to pass as a 19th century illusionist. Reportedly, Robert Downey Jr. and Johnny Depp turned down the role, and either might have played him with more aplomb.
 
"Oz the Great and Powerful" plays with the notion of making people believe through spectacle and trickery – that what you see is more important than what you actually get. It's Oz's bread and butter and it's a primary tenet of the moviemaking process itself, of course. But this time, something is missing in the magic.


quinta-feira, 28 de março de 2013

L-o-v-e

 
L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore and

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you

L is for the way you look at me
O is for the only one I see
V is very, very extraordinary
E is even more than anyone that you adore and

Love is all that I can give to you
Love is more than just a game for two
Two in love can make it
Take my heart and please don't break it
Love was made for me and you

Love was made for me and you




domingo, 24 de março de 2013

Cine me

 
 
Night Train to Lisbon
 
 
 
 
 
In the realm of cinema, adapting a global bestseller counts among the most prestigious – and precarious – pinnacles of movie making. Seminal director Bille August (The House of the Spirits) once again took the reins to adapt the highly complex storyline of Pascal Mercier’s Night Train to Lisbon to suit the silver screen.
 
 Flanked by iconic actors including Jeremy Irons, Charlotte Rampling, Christopher Lee and Bruno Ganz, Jack Huston’s central character steals the limelight: Here, the young British actor – already feted for his spot-on portrayal in the US series Boardwalk Empire – plays a prospective doctor from Lisbon who decides to rebel against the country’s 1970s Salazar dictatorship and soon becomes embroiled in a tragic social and emotional triangle.

One of the most gripping encounters of the film, between Huston and actress Mélanie Laurent (Inglourious Basterds), provides the last missing puzzle piece of this philosophical thriller – and takes place in a 280 SE (1969) at sunrise.
 
The story of Night Train to Lisbon is an interesting mix of a thriller and a philosophical journey into the mind of your character.
 
In the pocket is a book of platitudinous philosophical musings by a Portuguese doctor name Amadeu de Prado, its title translated as “A Goldsmith of Words.”
 
The courageous idealism that drew them together, the emotional entanglements and the dangerous developments that broke them apart become clear via overlapping accounts of the events of many years ago. Jack Huston plays Amadeu in the extended flashbacks that accompany Raimund’s obsessive investigation, with August Diehl as the young Jorge, Melanie Laurent as Estefania and Marco D’Almeida as Joao.
 
One example is the scene, recalled by Lee’s clergyman, in which Amadeu, fired up by reading Sartre and Marx with his working-class buddy Jorge, gives a graduation speech in which he shocks the gathered assembly and humiliates his regime-connected father (Burghart Klaussner) by condemning the supporters of tyranny and asserting the freedom to rebel against cruelty. Huston gives it his best shot, but impassioned as they are, his words are prose, not drama.

Branch Sunday


Mind the gap

 
 

For whatever my man is
I'm his forevermore.
 

sábado, 23 de março de 2013

Where is the love


Confession

 
 
Queres saber onde estou? Estou no lugar onde qualquer pessoa que foi amada se encontra. No mexer, no sussurrar, na entrega, no incansável prazer, na alma a dois. Lindo é o meu amor nómada que não pára de fugir de paisagem em paisagem e me vem visitar sempre que o não espero. Para sentir bater mais forte o meu coração que ele envolve como uma serpente. E o meu sexo nos seus dentes.

Vem ter comigo que eu não espero mais.


Pedro Paixão

 

sexta-feira, 22 de março de 2013

Knocking on heaven's door


Feedly it is !

 
It's official - Google Reader, I'm sad to see you go, but I've officially moved on over to feedly. I played around with bloglovin' but feedly really parallels Google Reader it its organization and formatting, plus you can continue to press the "J" key to scroll down, and "K" to scroll back, (as in GR). In addition, its clean, simple aesthetic is also appealing, Best part, all of your existing GR data transfers over unbelievably fast, truly it was maybe 10 seconds, seriously! Another fun perk I've discovered, feedly recommends other blogs you may like based on your current data content. I'm always looking for new blogs, and this cuts down all the work for me!

Here's a great tutorial if you'd like some assistance in making the move yourself.

quarta-feira, 20 de março de 2013

Have better sex



 Pilates strengthens the core and the pelvic floor, and men who practice it have greater control of this region of the body-need we say more?

Amore


Hello,spring

 
“It's spring fever.... You don't quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so!”

                                                                      Mark Twain


P.S- Let it burn ♥


segunda-feira, 18 de março de 2013

Cine Me

 
Rust and Bones
 
 
Audiard has a sorcerer’s facility for suspending mystical moments in realism, like dust particles in sunlight.
Rust And Bone puts you through the wringer, but it’s well worth the pain.

Cotillard’s performance is primed for awards, while Schoenaerts is a rough diamond.

Again a remarkable film by a master film maker, completely at ease with breaking the conventions of traditional romance.

I tremendously enjoyed this movie.


domingo, 17 de março de 2013

Oh, oh, chérie

Sunday

 
"Se eu te pudesse dizer
O que nunca te direi
Tu terias que entender
Aquilo que nem eu sei."


Fernando Pessoa
 
 

I've got a burning desire for you, baby

 
 
Have to touch myself to pretend you're there
Your hands are on my hips
Your name is on my lips
Over, over again like my only prayer
(Come on tell me, boy)

sábado, 16 de março de 2013

And anytime you feel the pain

 
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.
 
 
P.S- Hey jude, don't let me down.

       [You have found her, now go and get her.
         Remember to let her into your heart,
        Then you can start to make it better.]

It's either you will baby or won't

 
you do baby or don't
will baby or won't fall in love with me.

Why? I feel like this now

 
Why do l walk alone, if l have you to walk with me
Why do l always believe in us
We can always be one

Rain rain rain rain love
Rain rain rain once more
l won't stop loving you
But l don't feel the same way
l felt about you before

Why do l tell you the truth
About me, about us
When you can't bear to hear it all
l don't want to hurt you
l don't want to carry on like this
Feeling this way
l want to let myself
Be swept away by you
l want to relive romance with you

Rain, rain rain rain love
Rain rain rain once more
Chove amor
Derrama amor
Me faz quente de novo

Why? I feel like this now
Why? l feel like this now
Why? l feel like this now

Rain, rain, rain, rain love
Rain, rain, rain on us

Chove amor derrama amor
Me faz quente de novo

Chove, chove, chuva de amor
Chove, chove, chove em nos
Rain love on us
l'm asking for the heavens to open

For long time my love's been dry
l need this rain
To wash my past away
To love you the way
l loved before
Like that summer rain
Like that long kiss
l'm asking for the heavens to open

Baby, you've hurt me

 
Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head.

sexta-feira, 15 de março de 2013

Meant for someone

 
Dormem entre nós dores que não
conheces. Adormeceste primeiro –
e o meu passado é um relógio antigo
que arrelia o silêncio. Se me tivesses
dito o teu nome quando chegaste,
podias fazer já parte destas memórias.
 
 
Maria do Rosário Pedreira


Love ? Be it man. Be it woman.

 
We are still captains of our souls.

quinta-feira, 14 de março de 2013

Thought of You

 
 
 
Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you'd gone
and let the world spin madly on

Everything that I said I'd do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watch the stars from my window sill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

I thought of you and where you'd gone
And the world spins madly on.

 

P.S-   I thought about you
          (...e o mundo continua louco a girar...)

Inked into my story

 
"I am both happy and sad and I am trying to figure out how that could be."
 
 

segunda-feira, 11 de março de 2013

domingo, 10 de março de 2013

sábado, 9 de março de 2013

sexta-feira, 8 de março de 2013

Maybe a little more than maybe you

 
You are the poem
I never knew
how to write
and this life
is the story
I have always
wanted
to tell.
 
P.S- Moments.Our lives are made up of a series of moments.This is a moment.
 

INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

 
Woman, I can hardly express
My mixed emotions and my thoughtlessness
After all, I'm forever in your debt
And woman, I will try to express my inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing me the meaning of success

Ooh, well, doo doo doo doo doo.
Ooh, well, well, doo doo doo doo doo

Woman, I know you understand the little child inside a man
Please remember, my life is in your hands, and woman
Hold me close to your heart, however distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in the stars

Ooh, well

Woman, please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again
I love you, yeah, yeah, yeah, now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah, yeah, now and forever


quinta-feira, 7 de março de 2013

UTI

 
E.Coli

Yes, really !


Some things are not to be messed with

 
What doesn't kill me...disappoints me.
 

I want you to want me

 
I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.

I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'll shine up the old red shoes, put on a brand-new shirt.
I'll get home early from work if you say that you love me.

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know you feel like dyin'.
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
 
I want you to want me.
I need you to need me.
I'd love you to love me.
I'm beggin' you to beg me.

 

Cine Me

 
Side Effects
 
 
Steven Soderbergh bids farewell to cinema in style – with a gripping psychological thriller about big pharma and mental health that cruelly leaves you craving one last fix.
 
Because Side Effects is brilliant: a noir psychological thriller – like a 21st-century Marnie, or Rosemary's Baby – that is also an acid satire on big pharma, the mental health profession and its terrifyingly powerful, priestly caste of doctors. There is a compelling lead performance from Rooney Mara who lays down the law with her presence. She demonstrates a potent Hitchcockian combination: an ability to be scared and scary at the same time, and Soderbergh's film manages to introduce its effects in some insidious, almost intravenous way. Fear and fascination swam through my skull simply watching it. And the later scenes involving sex, lies and videotape will be especially involving for those on the lookout for recurrent authorial motifs.
Jude Law gives his best performance since Anthony Minghella's The Talented Mr Ripley, playing Dr Jonathan Banks, an ambitious and fashionable Manhattan psychiatrist who thinks of himself as a decent guy.
 
One of the film's most disturbing sequences comes when Martin and Emily attend a smart cocktail party: she, in an attempt to clamp down on the panicky anxiety rising to the surface, absents herself to the bar and sees a distorted reflection of herself in the mirrored wall surface that makes it look as if she has some kind of disfigurement. For an awful moment, that distorted face does not seem any more or less real than the real one.
 
What a gripping and disturbing thriller this is. Surely it can't be Soderbergh's last movie. Say it ain't so.
 

terça-feira, 5 de março de 2013

Precious love

 
My love
I'll never find the words, my love
To tell you how I feel, my love
 
With you I'll always have a friend
You're someone who I can depend
To walk a path that never ends
 
 
P.S- This words are for you.
 
 

segunda-feira, 4 de março de 2013

Touch me

 
 
 
I wanna feel you, I wanna squeeze you
I wanna hug and kiss and caress you
I wanna love you, I wanna touch you

All in a day's work and a quick hello

 
...
 
Tu és o nó de sangue que me sufoca.
Dormes na minha insónia como o aroma entre os tendões
da madeira fria. És uma faca cravada na minha
vida secreta. E como estrelas
duplas
consanguíneas, luzimos de um para o outro
nas trevas.
 
 
Herberto Helder
 
 
P.S- Without you, I'm incomplete

domingo, 3 de março de 2013

This

 
It's a single shared moment. I miss you. Why is that?

Play

 
 
 
 
 
Goldoni (1707-1793) é um autor que rompe com a estrutura teatral da sua época. Então, os autores traçavam as personagens e deixavam os atores improvisar (commedia dell’arte). Com Goldoni voltou-se ao hábito antigo da escrita das peças completas, que o ator interpretava. Isso valeu-lhe glórias mas igualmente incompreensões. O trabalho dele é a comédia em que o caráter de uma personagem vai sendo revelado (commedia di carattere).
 
 
"E vós, senhores, aproveitai de tudo o que vistes para vantagem e segurança dos vossos corações. E    se alguma vez estiverdes numa ocasião de duvidar, quase a ceder, pensai nos artifícios que vistes. E lembrai-vos da Estalajadeira!"

                                                          [Carlo Goldoni, A Estajaladeira]

 

Cine Me

 
 
Now is Good
 
 
Is Now Is Good a great film? Almost certainly not. But its effectiveness is frightening. Bring whole sheaves of tissues.
Boasting a brilliantly prickly performance from Dakota Fanning.
 
Adapted from Jenny Downham's 2007 novel Before I Die, Now Is Good is a rather safe and predictable story but Fanning, Considine and Williams keeps things watchable throughout.