"Pies, para qué los quiero, Si tengo alas para volar..."

It's true, we are leaders, but at Citroen the revolution never stops

"In the ad, Mao looks disparagingly down at a sportycar. French carmaker Citroen has withdrawn an ad featuring a doctored portrait of former Chinese leader Mao Zedong, after complaints it was an insult. In the ad, carried in Spanish newspaper El Pais, Mao scowls at a hatchback. "It's true, we are leaders, but at Citroen the revolution never stops," reads the text below the portrait.

Citroen apologised for the "inappropriate" ad, which Chinese chatroom users had complained "hurts our national pride". "This is no small thing," said one visitor to achatroom about the ad - based on the famous portrait of Mao which hangs in Beijing's Tiananmen Square. "It has an influence on the whole country. It damages the whole Chinese people." (...)

Nearly 32 years after his death, Chairman Mao remains revered by some Chinese, despite his promotion of policies such as "Great Leap Forward" which ended in the deaths of millions, and the profound social and economic changes China has since seen.

In a statement, Citroen said it regretted any"displeasure" caused, and said it had ordered the advert to be pulled immediately. "We repeat our good feelings towards the Chinese people, and confirm that we respect the representatives and symbols of the country," said the statement in Chinese."

The Catherine Tate Show

Não consigo colocar os vídeos mas aqui ficam alguns links:

Not Drunk Enough: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFc3OWZWyxM

Lauren - French Exam: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zV1zK8zRCPo

Sheila Carter Funeral: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNQMyMLnakc

Shitake Mushrooms: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HpUn9tzwj2E

Valley Girl - In this bar:



(Este último consegui... ok... mas vejam os outros! Britcom, I love it!)

...amazing love...

'M2S got together again in January '01 in Rio to record a collection of some of the lesser-known beautiful pieces written by Antonio Carlos "Tom" Jobim. Thanks to the generosity of Jobim's family, the group had the honor to record in the most inspiring setting imaginable, the study of Tom Jobim. As if that wasn't enough, the setting provided the ultimate perk; it enabled Sakamoto to record the album on Jobim's piano, "The whole experience was spiritual, as if Tom's spirit came into me through the fingerprints on the keys of his piano. During one of the recordings at his house a bird suddenly sang in the middle of the song. We all thought that was Tom."'



... não sei quem sou quando oiço M2S, sou portuguesa do Brasil, sou mais uma nota, a pausa, cúmplice sentimento de pertencer à música, a esta música... sou um sorriso de olhos fechados para ver o grande Amor... gostava que avistasses o meu mundo... eu gostava de ver o teu!

I know you do, baby.

[Mickey:] "The whole world's coming to an end, Mal." [Mallory:] "I see angels, Mickey. They're comin' down for us fromheaven. And I see you ridin' a big red horse. You're drivin' the horses, whippin' 'em. And they're spittin' and barfin' allon you now. They're coming right at us. And I see the future. There's no death 'cause you and I, we're angels." [Mickey:] "I love you, Mal..." [Mallory:] "I know you do, baby. I've loved you since the day we met." in Natural Born Killers

tell me how you feel...

Father by Anthony Rother (Tanks Katie, for this sound!)

"Who wants to dance?"

PICK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE......... everyday...

TELL IT LIKE IT IS, TELL THEM...

Remember, remember...

... the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I know of no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot…

Evey: Who are you?

V. : Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.

Evey: Well I can see that.

V. : Of course you can, I'm not questioning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Evey: Oh, right.

V. : But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace soubriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona. Voila! In view humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the “vox populi” now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin, van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.

Evey: Are you like a crazy person?

V. : I’m quite sure they will say so.

Soldier's Poem

Throw it all awayLet's lose ourselves'Cause there's no one left for us to blameIt's a shame we're all dyingAnd do you think you deserve your freedomHow could you send us so far away from homeWhen you know damn well that this is allI would still lay down my life for youAnd do you think you deserve your freedomNo I don't think you doThere's no justice in the worldThere's no justice in the worldAnd there never was by Muse

Wake up...

BUNNY: My name is Frank. I want you to follow me.

DONNIE: Why?

FRANK: I'm here to save you. The world is coming to an end, Donnie.

FRANK: Look up in the sky, Donnie.

FRANK: 28 days... 6 hours... 42 minutes... 12 seconds. That is when the world will end.

Estória do Gato e da Lua

Director: Pedro Serrazina

Animation: Yann Thual

Script: Pedro Serrazina

Editing: Pedro Serrazina

Music: Manuel Tentugal

Narrator: Joaquim de Almeida

1995

Antes que anochezca

"Leonardo da Vinci was homosexual, so was Michelangelo, Socrates, Shakespeare, and almost every other figure that has formed what we have come to understand as beauty." Reinaldo Arenas

Como é que eu ainda não vi este filme?? Javier Bardem, Johnny Depp e Cuba contam:

"... life of Cuban poet and novelist, Reinaldo Arenas (1943-1990), from his childhood in Oriente province to his death in New York City. He joins Castro's rebels. By 1964, he is in Havana. He meets the wealthy Pepe, an early lover; a love-hate relationship lasts for years. Openly gay behavior is a way to spite the government. His writing and homosexuality get him into trouble: he spends two years in prison, writing letters for other inmates and smuggling out a novel. He befriends Lázaro Gomes Garriles, with whom he lives stateless and in poverty in Manhattan after leaving Cuba in the Mariel boat-lift. When asked why he writes, he replies cheerfully, "Revenge.""

encore

Reabro este blog mas sem contrato, vai ser um 'go with the flow!'

E como opening dedico-o à minha mana no post seguinte, a mana que resistiu à deriva da falta de inputs no blog!

É dos que não desistem que elas gostam mais...

Mana... é p'ra ti!

by Antony And The Johnsons

You are my sister, we were born
So innocent, so full of need
There were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
Each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so afraid of the night
You seemed to move through the places that I feared
You lived inside my world so softly
Protected only by the kindness of your nature
You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
We felt so differently then
So similar over the years
The way we laugh the way we experience pain
So many memories
But theres nothing left to gain from remembering
Faces and worlds that no one else will ever know
You are my sister
And I love you
May all of your dreams come true
I want this for you
They're gonna come true (gonna come true)

Once upon a time...

E o tempo passa... um ano!!!

Nesta data mas em 2006 passeava pelas ruas de Shanghai e já sentia que ia ser um regresso complexo... e não é que foi!

O avião atrasou 3 horas...

O avião estava cheio, cheio... 12 horas depois não consigo a ligação...

Paris-Lisboa estava à minha frente... apenas uma assistente air france e uma manga nos separava... "I'm sorry! But you can not bord. Your conection flight will be tomorrow at 7am, take your voucher for the hotel and see you tomorrow!" A minha expressão naquele momento!!!!... a minha figura, o meu desalento era tão visível que as pessoas passavam por mim e comentavam o meu ar...

Explico: desde que saí do avião foi correr pelo aeroporto Charles De Gaulle, passar passport check, procurar o gate, passar security control onde pedi delicadamente para passar à frente de uma mãe e filha, elas consentiram (tal devia ser a minha cara!). Exausta de tanto correr, a ansiedade de ver closed gate no ecran não me travaram...

... depois de tirar laptop, casaco, a alma e tennis passei o control: "Não, não tenho droga ou bombas mas fique com o isqueiro!"... agarrei em tudo ao mesmo tempo e fiz o sprint final completamente esgadelhada, jet legada e descalça... sim, com tanta pressa nem calçei o tennis. Se alguém já correu pelo aeroporto com os tennis/sapatilhas na mão em Paris... fui eu! Claro que a senhora da air france não me deixava passar e os transeuntes comentavam...

... nem folêgo tinha para chorar! Atirei tudo ao chão, encostei-me à parede mais próxima e o ar não chegava, as lágrimas apenas me cansavam ainda mais e pensei: "Queres ver que me dá uma coisa?!" Nem um DASSE bem alto controlou a coisa... mas passado vários coda-se e afins a coisa acabou por acalmar... recuperei o folêgo, calçei-me, peguei na alma e da cabine disse: "Pai, não consegui!"

Resgate

Consegui resgatar o blogue da China e por coincidência quase na mesma data em que regressei (1 ano depois!)...

Parece-me que até os grilos já não aparecem por cá... mea culpa!

cri cri cri

Agradeço a todos mas em especial a Shanghai...

Hoje deu-me para isto...

Nada como um dia a seguir a outro...
Nada como andar de bicicleta em Shanghai sob um sol perfeito...
Nada como ter amigos e ser amigo de alguém...
Nada como fazer novos amigos...
Nada como partilhar...
a vida, o mundo.

Photos in Shanghai

Primeiro concerto Mariza na China - Shanghai

Sem micro numa reconstituição da tasca portuguesa

Os emigras!

Gente da minha terra

A falta que a música me faz é hoje saciada. Mariza está em Shanghai e vai actuar para nós! Até logo Mariza!