segunda-feira, 30 de julho de 2012






Le Voyage dans la Lune- Georges Méliès- 1902
Primeiro filme de ficção científica.















 Aleatórias do Rio, #01.






quarta-feira, 18 de julho de 2012

terça-feira, 17 de julho de 2012






Estava aqui pensando que não sei fazer nada e lembrei de quem sabe...




















Hoje procurei "carência" no dicionário.


A de vitamina C provoca escorbuto.
Não é dessa que eu sofro.





















As luas mais bonitas eu vi com você.







If you could only see
The beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems
You've set it running free

Screaming in the dark
I howl when we're apart
Drag my teeth across your chest
To taste your beating heart

My fingers claw your skin
Try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night
For which I have to howl

My fingers claw your skin
Try to tear my way in
You are the moon that breaks the night
For which I have to

Howl, howl
Howl, howl

Now there's no holding back
I'm aching to attack
My blood is singing with your voice
I want to pour it out

The saints can't help me now
The ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet
Across the hollow'ed ground

Like some child possessed
The beast howls in my veins
I want to find you
And tear out all your tenderness

And howl, howl
Howl, howl

Be careful of the curse
That falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet
And turns them into hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters
Hunters, hunters, hunters

The fabric of your flesh
Pure as a wedding dress
Until I wrap myself inside your arms
I cannot rest

The saints can't help me now
The ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet
Across the hollow'ed

Ground
And howl

Be careful of the curse
That falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet
And turns them into hunters

A man who's pure of heart
And says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf
When the autumn moon is bright

If you could only see
The beast you've made of me
I held it in but now it seems
You've set it running free

The saints can't help me now
The ropes have been unbound
I hunt for you with bloodied feet
Across the hollow'ed ground
Howl-Florence and the machine
























segunda-feira, 16 de julho de 2012






Noite sem foco e nem destino.


-Se tem fome não sai de casa!

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momento gps

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Esse dia que precedeu aquela noite.


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Salgadinho assinou

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Varanda de Férias

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sábado, 7 de julho de 2012

La fiesta de despedida 
del Joséca
*tema: Bigodes corados del América

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Hastá Zequita!




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