tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25956942020930423772024-02-19T02:00:38.457-08:00Yes, she's a lady dot comferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.comBlogger641125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-72220360397514019842015-02-13T07:33:00.000-08:002015-02-13T07:33:27.514-08:00Manhã de Água.Sobe da água que corre<br />
um rumor de pétalas<br />
e o aroma da luz.<br /><br />O silêncio secreto<br />
da cinza.<br />
<br />
Adormecida poalha,<br />
na plenitude húmida<br />
da manhã.ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-36109481531955544182014-09-14T10:21:00.001-07:002014-09-15T08:58:33.432-07:00Lembra-me.Bando de gaivotas<br />
a poisar no areal<br />
deserto.<br />
<br />
E tu.<br />
<br />
Tu, sempre tu,<br />
nesta boca<br />
com que te amei,<br />
mordida de paixão.<br />
<br />
Com a tua mão<br />
desenhei<br />
o meu coração.<br />
<br />
Rubro,<br />
gelatinoso,<br />
doce.<br />
<br />
Um horizonte<br />
de ardida<br />
cegueira<br />
em contra-luz.<br />
<br />
E tu,<br />
tão húmida,<br />
tão extensa,<br />um nicho<br />
nas minhas<br />
pálpebras<br />
molhadas.<br />
<br />
Gaivotas frias<br />
de sal,<br />
os olhos foscos<br />
de espuma.<br />
<br />ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-25858512330315803692014-05-04T07:52:00.001-07:002014-05-04T07:52:00.399-07:00Romy Schneider & Michel Piccoli "La chanson d'Hélène"<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/VsWZcwPL7-Q" width="480"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-73299238108501627272014-04-05T14:14:00.001-07:002014-04-05T14:14:14.740-07:00Akira Kurosawa's Dreams - Demo Reel 2009<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/2TbDSi_K-FY" width="459"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-15290568882957038762014-03-15T03:13:00.001-07:002014-03-15T03:13:24.620-07:00A Short Film About Love - Kieslowski - 1988 (Krótki film o milosci)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/RCiBnZeUuh0" width="459"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-75742402169878985522014-02-26T16:30:00.001-08:002014-02-26T16:30:29.767-08:00Lali Puna-Together in Electric Dreams<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/MjnpCd7sAqI" width="459"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-52766990321661267792014-02-04T07:46:00.000-08:002014-05-04T17:28:17.172-07:00Luz de Neve.Uma luz de neve,<br />
horizontal e fria.<br />
<br />
Sem destino algum,<br />
ofusca<br />
e cega.<br />
<br />
Onde não há abetos,<br />
nem pistas de alces,<br />
nem ravinas por perto.<br />
<br />
Vazia duna de luz<br />
perdida.<br />
<br />
A luz da neve.ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-7316438786711318222014-02-03T14:04:00.000-08:002014-03-19T16:21:58.731-07:00Inverno.Folhas mortas, espezinhadas<br />
na lama do passeio.<br />
<br />
A luz perdida das nervuras.<br />
<br />
Dorsos que estalam<br />
ao partir.<br />
<br />
No mês passado<br />
ainda rolavam<br />
com a ventania.ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-88056785448650967732014-01-11T04:06:00.002-08:002014-01-11T04:07:54.580-08:00Darkside. Paper Trails.<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Better go back</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Rhythm inside</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Better go back</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Here inside</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">I told you I would get you</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">The back of the hand</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">I told you I would find</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">A place to go</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">PAPER TRAILS on a mountain</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">And fruits on a table</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">A wooden house to live in</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">A baby to care</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">The grass green but the</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">The sun is blue</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Better find a way</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">To get through to you</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Where are you when I need you?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Where did you go?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">How can I find you when I need to?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Where should I go?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">PAPER TRAIL on a mountain </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">And far away</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">A big trail on a mountain</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">You'll find a way</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">The fire outside</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">It's burning up place</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">But you're inside</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">Burning up ahead</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">PAPER TRAILS on a mountain</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">And fruits on a table</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">A wooden house to live in</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000066; font-family: Arial, Geneva, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;">A baby to care</span></span>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-55307549913305554692014-01-11T04:05:00.001-08:002014-01-11T04:05:17.777-08:00Darkside - Paper Trails<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/hIKAYjOmG6w" width="459"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-28606240322647797152013-12-30T11:02:00.001-08:002013-12-30T11:02:15.561-08:00Lou Doillon for Givenchy<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/GCbJ93QupQU" width="480"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-91754755734189776392013-12-10T03:27:00.003-08:002013-12-10T03:28:10.208-08:00Robert Desnos.<img height="145" src="http://bookaroundthecorner.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/poem_desnos.jpg" width="400" />ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-28402944214624303082013-08-22T05:22:00.001-07:002013-08-22T05:22:08.539-07:00Jane Birkin - avec le temps<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/asqqmDjB0VY" width="459"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-16340134021395410862013-08-16T03:47:00.001-07:002013-08-16T03:47:48.101-07:00Françoise Hardy. Les Petits Garçons.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/videoseries?index=6&list=RD02G40WGt5AH6I" width="425"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-55642099940970787152013-08-03T17:58:00.001-07:002013-08-03T17:58:11.146-07:00Márcia com JP Simões - A PELE QUE HÁ EM MIM (Quando o dia entardeceu)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/LrNz37uc7kc" width="480"></iframe>ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-63496651270478007102013-07-20T01:08:00.000-07:002013-07-20T10:32:11.048-07:00O Famoso Caderno. Corvo.Estende a tua luz<br />
sobre o meu corpo.<br />
<br />
Mar de água lisa<br />
na manhã branca.<br />
<br />
O cuspe colado<br />
ao arbusto adormecido.<br />
<br />
Um corvo vem poisar<br />
junto ao bando de gaivotas.<br />
<br />
Agora que o Sol a pique<br />
me queima a pele.<br />
<br />
Os poros abertos<br />
absorvem<br />
a extinta bruma.<br />
<br />
Sombra que recua<br />
nas extensas dunas.ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-63116166732704267302013-07-20T00:13:00.002-07:002013-07-20T00:13:25.978-07:00Viktor Sheleg <img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="960" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc1/379497_513963601968863_127091268_n.jpg" style="height: 542px; width: 408px;" width="722" />ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-27511094201603555222013-07-19T23:51:00.002-07:002013-07-19T23:52:32.640-07:00Williams Maigrot. FB.<img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="960" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn2/1075699_502077876528593_815360995_n.jpg" style="height: 542px; width: 361px;" width="640" />ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-89183672673385165312013-07-18T14:34:00.001-07:002013-07-18T14:34:39.783-07:00Fred Frith & Evelyn Glennie - A Little Prayer<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/oor5C_JVdCQ" width="459"></iframe><br />
ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-68189866416347961042013-06-28T02:04:00.004-07:002013-06-28T02:04:54.598-07:00Francisco José Viegas. Pela estrada, em Santa Iria.Encantado, vejo a vida passar entre nós<br />
sem tocar em nenhum gume: sinal de que<br />
não fere ou de, estranhamente,<br />
em nós existir o cansaço do anjo.<br />
<br />
<br />
Francisco José Viegas, Metade da Vida, Todas As Coisas, Edições Quasi, 2ª Edição, Março 2007, p.73.ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-81218387881555430072013-06-03T22:03:00.001-07:002013-06-03T22:03:44.414-07:00Manhã De Junho.<img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="960" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/935837_540453662681505_1785304399_n.jpg" style="height: 542px; width: 361px;" width="640" />ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-54463382649717645442013-05-23T10:58:00.002-07:002013-05-23T10:58:43.017-07:00Photo Isabel Snyder.<img alt="" aria-busy="false" aria-describedby="fbPhotosSnowliftCaption" class="spotlight" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn2/970029_600409339978168_1211980107_n.jpg" width="307" />ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-87170732052067772292013-05-19T04:48:00.000-07:002013-05-22T13:19:19.205-07:00O Famoso Caderno. Segredo.Vem ter comigo,<br />
enquanto ainda chove,<br />
numa destas tardes<br />
de fim da Primavera.<br />
<br />
Quero mostrar-te<br />
o meu desenho novo,<br />
feito de azul e água,<br />
no caderno que me deste.<br />
<br />
Porque no céu,<br />
ao meio da tarde,<br />
se estendem <br />
nuvens brancas,<br />
vagarosamente.<br />
<br />
Vem ouvir a música<br />
do disco que comprei<br />
e te vou oferecer depois.<br />
<br />
Este mês que passou,<br />
tu não vieste ver<br />
os meus olhos<br />
perdidos por ti.<br />
<br />
Talvez dentro de ti<br />
se tenha calado,<br />
para sempre,<br />
a minha voz...<br />
<br />
Traz-me o mar<br />
da tua vida,<br />
atira-mo em surdina<br />
contra a minha face.<br />
<br />
Talvez eu nada<br />
mais mereça.<br />
<br />
Mas vem.<br />
<br />
Eu preparo o chá vermelho<br />
que tu gostas...ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-74343428619346245982013-05-18T05:06:00.001-07:002013-05-18T05:06:07.239-07:00Liv & Ingmar.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/vnyAG5umuTw" width="480"></iframe><br />
ferreiralopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08756292238196783759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2595694202093042377.post-71659742218116336292013-05-18T03:50:00.001-07:002013-05-18T03:50:18.070-07:00Cries & Whispers. Ingmar Bergman. 1972.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/1a8Jh-rtSQg" width="459"></iframe><br />
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