Ponderosa

The illusion of confusion is not from where I am sat.

Ron Mueck

Amazing...

Recoil - Vertigen

Aquell matí em vaig llevar, no recordo on ni tan sols el temps que fa, i tot havia canviat.
Però jo no ho sabia, encara, i més m'hagués valgut no saber-ho mai. El meu món era
petit, però suficient, abans. Deixà de ser-ho. La meva vida, un cel particular, nul.
la incertesa, dolça soledat; més tard, cau soterrat, previsibilitat maleïda, asfixiant aïllament. Mai res no m'havia fet tanta falta. Ni la sang que per les venes em corre no
necessitava amb la mateixa urgència. Mentre el dolor creixia, de sobte, aquell soroll
estrepitós, insuportable. Cridant, plorant, vaig córrer. Era incapaç de sentir els meus
crits, de segur esgarrifosos. De sobte, l'abisme s'obrí sota els meus peus. Morir, volia.
Recuperar el meu cau, la meva estimada soledat, els meus llimbs, la meva preuada illa. I
vaig caure. Queia, sentint-me cada vegada més prop d'aquell horror, del meu propi dolor,
del més terrorífic despertar dels meus sentits, tot just acabat de descobrir. Ja no
recordo quan va ser que vaig despertar aquell fatídic matí, aleshores salvador. No
recordo quan fa que estic caient, que caic, veient la fi més propera cada vegada però
amb la incertesa de si mai arribarà. Ara el dolor sembla no tenir límits. El dolor i la por
són tot el que sento. Tinc por de caure per sempre.

Glassworks

"If you build castles in the air, your work isn´t lost, it´s in the air that they should be. Now build their Foundations beneath them." David Thoreau




"Today, in my way home, Oporto´s streets seemed to me as my mother´s womb before I was born (strange or beautiful?), the people were so close to me that I could feel their heartbeats and they wispered gently their emotions. I touched the hair of a child... such peace of mind... the human touch is something unique." (18 Dec 2002)

Recoil - Jezebel

Well stop, great God, stop there and listen, listen to the story ‘bout Jezebel. Her sins were so wicked Jehovah got angry, her soul went leapin' and jumpin' into Hell. Way back yonder in the olden days, John told Jezebel to borrow her ways, said her evil deeds had ruined the land and repent for the kingdom of God was at hand. She got mad at John ‘cause he told her ‘bout the gospel, told her servants to boil him in oil. Well they tell me God looked from the windows of the heavens, spoke one word and the oil wouldn't boil. He raised his hand, creation trembled, stamped his feet and time stood still, raised his voice, looked down and thundered “John! Go do my will." You got to go to judgment, stand trial. Then they tell me John moved through the power of the gospel, told Jezebel her time was nigh. On the book of life, her days were ended, her time run out and she had to die. Well they tell me God walked his footsteps thunderin', he moved his head and his eyes flashed fire, clapped his hands and death come jumpin', Jehovah was angry, somebody had to die. You got to go to judgment, stand trial. Then Death come knockin' on Jezebel's door and said “Come on woman ain't you ready to go? Of your evil deeds God's done got tired, you got to go to judgment, stand trial." Then Death come leapin' she jumped into Hell, great God Almighty I heard them tell. Nine days she lay in Jerusalem's streets, her flesh was too filthy for the dogs to eat. You got to go to judgment, stand trial. “Jezebel, mind God's talking, says he's tired of your evil ways. You got to go to judgment, stand trial."

Aphex Twin & Chris

Oldboy

In tribute to Pepezito.

Window Licker

Hold the change in your hands. In Vacuum.

"E aí ela chupou minha rôla"

Very funny video!... :) (for those who don´t understand portuguese its about an old man who doesnt want to pay a prostitute in Brasil)

Britney Spears...

AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA.... ahahahhahahahha....

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.........

Larva fecal

Can anybody explain to me what this is?

Bless you

The sense of loss is a feeling comfortable when it is shared with many people.

At the time of world destruction, humanity will end involved in an intimate feeling of togetherness, of home and comfort.

Live 1000 years?

This cientists says that the human being that will live to 1000 years has already been born...

Delicious image

This is probably my favourite foto.

Women

I enjoy feminism, but I also think that a woman with a man's attitude is something beautiful to see ...

Looking at things in perspective

Like millions people around the world, I like art and photography. And as thousands Portuguese, if I was born rich I would have studied art instead of the subject "that has a good financial outcome " However, I see things with the degree of pragmatism thas is needed: "Life is hard, get used to it.", the truth is that after so many years of being pragmatic I dont really care about "what I wanted to be", instead I indulge myself with small brushstrokes of happiness that dissolves my routine…

The stock market, the economy, the global financial crisis, the deadlines, productivity, expertise, technologies, globalization, the development of the country… f**ck all this.





















Drinking the rest of the coffee in the morning cup, feeling the morning smell, laugh with friends about the imperfections that we have, the family ... and above all… awaking in her eyes… awaking in her eye…

Brushstrokes…

The Empire

Become pure drinking the black liquid and savouring it as if it were chocolate.













You always end up leaving hollow the subsoil… We will eventually walk on a hollow structure. From small to big because of this oil? Again?

Vera Cruz, the land and the black earth of the hot wind.














The Portus Cale we all have in our collective subconscious memory. The Portugal that should have been… or that is and always will be?

The black women got mad at the second their thick blood falls in the dusty soil. The men walked away with an incapacitating fear. This is the fertilisation of the soil.