Don't The Vemix by Joana Prata & Pedro Prates
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sábado, 1 de junho de 2013
sexta-feira, 3 de maio de 2013
quarta-feira, 24 de abril de 2013
quarta-feira, 20 de março de 2013
terça-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2013
sábado, 1 de dezembro de 2012
quarta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2012
terça-feira, 18 de setembro de 2012
segunda-feira, 17 de setembro de 2012
terça-feira, 4 de setembro de 2012
domingo, 26 de agosto de 2012
sexta-feira, 27 de julho de 2012
Hoje na Carpe Diem às 18h
Concerto Acústico na Cozinha
Carpe Diem - Rua de O Século, 79, Bairro Alto
1200-433, Lisboa, Portugal
A Joana Prata com Gonçalo Paiva no cajón, Rui Moura Esteves no baixo e Duarte Azevedo na guitarra. Serão tocados os temas do álbum que acaba de ser gravado, em tom acústico. Venham conhecer o nosso álbum!
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quinta-feira, 12 de julho de 2012
quarta-feira, 4 de julho de 2012
Cause some little Big things deserve more than one post
It was summer, soup boiling summer, Macau Museum near the Ruins of St. Paul’s, China. My sister saw a beautiful, simple ring and she had to have it.
She asked the security man if it was for sale. It was not. Blessed internet, she found the address of the atelier where the ring was made. Next day, with only two hours till the boat to Hong Kong and a flight to Nanjing later, she arrived at a closed door of what seemed to be an abandoned shop. Back at the museum, talk to the security again.
“I can call and ask for the new address and you can go there tomorrow.”
“Uhm no, I can´t! Please!”
With the whole story explained and with my sister hopelessness, he called Smith’s Creation and was told that he could sell the ring for 380 patacas, merely 40 euros... My sister and her boyfriend emptied their pockets and she left all happy with her new ring.
This ring had an inscription that reads “Your future depends on your dreams”, and this ring was going to be The Ring, the magic wand, the Force, the king of little things and I lost it, first of January of 2012, on one of those days of a series of unfortunate events:
1. My sister forgot her ring at my friend’s clinic;
2. My friend gave it to me;
3. I put it in my backpack on my friend’s car before the new year’s eve party;
4. My friend didn’t lock the car;
5. I didn’t check it.
When I got home I went to the trunk to get my stuff and it was empty, I was confused and drunk and it was a commercial car so I think I got all in there just to check it! I must say the next days at our house were pretty silent.
Then a fortunate event happened, she met a jewelry maker and she had the same idea as me, “I’m going to give my sister a ring!”, she added, “and make one for myself”. Unfortunately my birthday is earlier than hers and so she beat me at that. She made one just like the one from Macau and gave me one that reads “This too shall pass” from a story that she told me when I was not in a “little thingys” mood.
For the ring, I’m sorry. For this, that and everything else, thank you.
And I’m so sorry but I have to add that I lost the game several times while writing this.
I got to get a camera...
She asked the security man if it was for sale. It was not. Blessed internet, she found the address of the atelier where the ring was made. Next day, with only two hours till the boat to Hong Kong and a flight to Nanjing later, she arrived at a closed door of what seemed to be an abandoned shop. Back at the museum, talk to the security again.
“I can call and ask for the new address and you can go there tomorrow.”
“Uhm no, I can´t! Please!”
With the whole story explained and with my sister hopelessness, he called Smith’s Creation and was told that he could sell the ring for 380 patacas, merely 40 euros... My sister and her boyfriend emptied their pockets and she left all happy with her new ring.
This ring had an inscription that reads “Your future depends on your dreams”, and this ring was going to be The Ring, the magic wand, the Force, the king of little things and I lost it, first of January of 2012, on one of those days of a series of unfortunate events:
1. My sister forgot her ring at my friend’s clinic;
2. My friend gave it to me;
3. I put it in my backpack on my friend’s car before the new year’s eve party;
4. My friend didn’t lock the car;
5. I didn’t check it.
When I got home I went to the trunk to get my stuff and it was empty, I was confused and drunk and it was a commercial car so I think I got all in there just to check it! I must say the next days at our house were pretty silent.
Then a fortunate event happened, she met a jewelry maker and she had the same idea as me, “I’m going to give my sister a ring!”, she added, “and make one for myself”. Unfortunately my birthday is earlier than hers and so she beat me at that. She made one just like the one from Macau and gave me one that reads “This too shall pass” from a story that she told me when I was not in a “little thingys” mood.
For the ring, I’m sorry. For this, that and everything else, thank you.
And I’m so sorry but I have to add that I lost the game several times while writing this.
I got to get a camera...
by The Jewelry Maker, Maria Ana Ricon Peres . com
segunda-feira, 30 de abril de 2012
sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2012
quinta-feira, 23 de fevereiro de 2012
Quasi
Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.
Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa.
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém.
Assombro ou paz? Em vão...Tudo esvaído
Num grande mar enganador de espuma;
E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,
O grande sonho - ó dor - quase vivido.
Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,
Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão.
Mas na minh' alma tudo se derrama.
No entanto nada foi só ilusão!
De tudo houve um começo...e tudo errou.
- Ai a dor de ser - quase, dor sem fim.
Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,
Asa que se elançou mas não voou.
Momentos de alma que desbaratei.
Templos aonde nunca pus um altar.
Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar.
Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei.
Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios.
Ogivas para o sol - vejo-as cerradas;
E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,
Puseram grades sobre os precipícios.
Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,
Tudo encetei e nada possuí.
Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto
Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi.
Um pouco mais de sol - e fora brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul - e fora além.
Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa.
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém.
Mário de Sá-Carneiro
Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.
Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa.
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém.
Assombro ou paz? Em vão...Tudo esvaído
Num grande mar enganador de espuma;
E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,
O grande sonho - ó dor - quase vivido.
Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,
Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão.
Mas na minh' alma tudo se derrama.
No entanto nada foi só ilusão!
De tudo houve um começo...e tudo errou.
- Ai a dor de ser - quase, dor sem fim.
Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,
Asa que se elançou mas não voou.
Momentos de alma que desbaratei.
Templos aonde nunca pus um altar.
Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar.
Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei.
Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios.
Ogivas para o sol - vejo-as cerradas;
E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,
Puseram grades sobre os precipícios.
Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,
Tudo encetei e nada possuí.
Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto
Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi.
Um pouco mais de sol - e fora brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul - e fora além.
Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa.
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém.
Mário de Sá-Carneiro
terça-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2012
quinta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2012
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