Espaço reaberto pós longo período aposentado. Este é um lugar onde paro para pensar o que vem à mente, sem arredondar. Já foi uma gaveta; já foi um tupperware, daqueles que a gente fecha bem as idéias e põe na geladeira, guardando o que queremos preparar mais para frente. É relevante, tem motivo de estar, mas não está pronto. Superficial. Superfácil, Só prefácio. Superfacial, está na cara, mas só ali (aqui). As vezes, até consigo enxergar a lua pela fresta do telhado.
26.5.10
Dicas em eventos (piadas internas)
Para tirar foto com personalidades políticas
Opção 1 - Senhor José Serra, o senhor nos daria a honra de tirarmos uma foto?
Opção 2 - Kasssaaaaabbbbb!!! Tira uma foto com a gente?
***(Não aconselho uma foto dessas sem ter certeza, mas disseram que o ideal é estufar as bochechas e/ou deixar os cabelos meio sobre os olhos. Se um dia precisar negar a foto, pode dizer que era um parente muito parecido com você.)
Para conseguir a atenção das garçonetes e garçons do buffet...
Opção A:
1 - Dê uma olhadinha fixa nos olhos dele (a)
2 - Levante as sobrancelhas
3 - Sorria delicadamente
4 - Delicie-se com comiditchas
Opção B:
Garçommmmmmm!
Melhor localização
Opção 1: Cerca de 2 metros do anfitrião, em uma rodinha discreta, porém envolvida com o evento
Opção 2: Na porta de saída do buffet
24.5.10
rapidinho...
Faz muito tempo que não entro aqui. Minha rinite até atacou.
Vendo este vídeo em stopmotion me deu vontade de compartilhar. É legal demais!
Quero um dia fazer algo em stopmotion, mesmo que curtinho...
É interessante como o movimento inspira. E a controvérsia da graça vir do estado congelado. Além disso, a música e a letra são muito charmosas. Minha nota é 10.
E grifo o verso mais lindo pra mim...
Her Morning Elegance
Oren Lavie
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
where the people are pleasantly
strange
and counting the
change
as she goes…
Nobody knows
Vendo este vídeo em stopmotion me deu vontade de compartilhar. É legal demais!
Quero um dia fazer algo em stopmotion, mesmo que curtinho...
É interessante como o movimento inspira. E a controvérsia da graça vir do estado congelado. Além disso, a música e a letra são muito charmosas. Minha nota é 10.
E grifo o verso mais lindo pra mim...
Her Morning Elegance
Oren Lavie
Sun been down for days
A pretty flower in a vase
A slipper by the fireplace
A cello lying in its case
Soon she's down the stairs
Her morning elegance she wears
The sound of water makes her dream
Awoken by a cloud of steam
She pours a daydream in a cup
A spoon of sugar sweetens up
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows
Sun been down for days
A winter melody she plays
The thunder makes her contemplate
She hears a noise behind the gate
Perhaps a letter with a dove
Perhaps a stranger she could love
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
with a thought she has caught
by a thread
she pays for the bread
and she goes…
Nobody knows
And she fights for her life
as she puts on her coat
And she fights for her life on the train
She looks at the rain
as it pours
And she fights for her life
as she goes in a store
where the people are pleasantly
strange
and counting the
change
as she goes…
Nobody knows
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