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Nota do dia: "Quando morrer, quero ir para um lugar afrodisíaco".
as coincidências acontecem de dois em dois anos.

There's a long long road
To reach your house
I arrived just before
Just before the sunset
And you said ,and you said
Welcome with your eyes
And we said ,and we said
Nothing at all



O cinema/bar Passos Manuel - Rua Passos Manuel, 137, mesmo ao lado do Coliseu do Porto - vai receber, esta 5ª feira, dia 3 de Abril, às 22h, uma mostra dos vídeos premiados no Vimus '07 -Festival Internacional de Vídeo Musical da Póvoa de Varzim. Entrada livre (mediante lotação da sala).
Às voltas entre emails, pesquisas e visitas regulares a determinados sites, deparei-me com duas coisas:
2º, o filme de Audiard levou-me a encontrar um trailer de um filme de animação lindo. Chama-se Persepolis, realizado por Marjane Satrapi (iraniana) e Vincent Paronnaud (francês). O filme fala da tomada de consciência social e política de uma pré-adolescente iraniana e do consequente uso da liberdade de expressão ... durante a Revolução Islâmica.
Hold me now this adulation
See me now
Oh it's easy now
Falling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
And I only hear
Only hear the rain
And many rains turn to rivers
Winter's here
And there ain't nothing gonna change
The winds are blowing telling me all I hear
Oh it's a funny time of year
There'll be no blossom on the trees
Turning now I see no reason
The voice of love so out of season
I need you now
But you can't see me now
I'm travelling with no destination
Still hanging on to what may be
It's a funny time of year
I can see
There'll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
Oh it's a funny time of year
There'll be no blossom on the trees
Falling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
It's a funny time of year
I can see
There'll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
It's a funny time of year
I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees
Falling like a silent paper
Holding on to what may be
It's a funny time of year
I can see
There'll be no blossom on the trees
And time spent cryin' has taken me in this year
It's a funny time of year
I can see no blossom no blossom on the trees
Esta música nesta voz vai ser ouvida, concerteza, hoje, a ressoar pelas paredes do Coliseu.Cos nobody loves me
Its true
Not like you do
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