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so...





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ps1:



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ps2:



*mariana, antónio, me, catarixa, beluxa, tânia, cati, susana, pedro davi, rita, tomaz, andreia, gui, joja, pedro gonçalo, inês oli.

a song...

of the kind that makes us go with the wind... or with the moon!

I am a bit away...

...but that's because the negative temperature outside put a (-) "minus" inside my head, which is not a bad thing given the fact that I spent the whole of last week thinking about my evening tomorrow...

which will be here...



but like this...



and with them...


i.e.: lisbon & bairro alto & night & probably the "janela da atalaia" bar & and the ones above. ;)

so...

I will just let you now with a "I hope you have a blablabla christmas full of nice blalala"...

...and also a lovely and blablabla killers christmas song (well, "lovely" is not exactly the word but ok... who cares!) ;)

The Killers - Don't Shoot Me Santa

(the original clip here)

Gotta pack now, so if you excuse me... Gotta go.

bye bye**

so 80's?

oui! ;)

*madeleine, me and zoe!

...and the post scriptum

Noir Desir - A l'envers a l'endroit

oui? non... on est encore en route!

Belgium.
The direction is Gent but the destiny is France.
140 km/h; the limit is 120.

Industries and canals
trees and bridges.
houses and trucks adorning the landscape,
between traffic lights and overtakings.

Noir desir sounds along the way
and a Cola zero hardly quenches the thirst.

Julie and Tiago speak in french
Diego sleeps in the back
and I rest from 2 hours of driving.

It is already dark but I write anyway...
between bags, bottles and crumbs.
between stops in the highway
and phone-calls from pierre
who waits for us... in Paris.


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Bélgica.
Direcção é Gent mas o destino é França.
140 km/h; o limite é 120.

Fábricas e canais
árvores e pontes.
casas e camiões que decoram a paisagem
entre sinais de luzes e ultrapassagens.

Noir Desir soa pelo percurso
e uma coca cola zero não mata a sede.

o tiago e a julie falam em francês,
o diego dorme
e eu descanso de 2 horas ao volante.

já é noite, mas eu escrevo ás escuras
entre sacos, garrafas e migalhas.
entre paragens na auto-estrada
e chamadas do pierre
que nos espera... em Paris.

what I like about beirut?

the sound, all of it...

and with "sound" I mean all the different kinds of instruments and noises they use, they play, they mix.

I mean the lyrics and the movements while dancing. his voice and all the voices when they sing together.

I mean the silence between notes and the noise between stops, the simplicity with which they do it.

I mean the streets they show in the videos, the corridors they walk on and the stairs they climb.

I mean the living rooms where they play and the conversations they probably have during beer and cigarette get-togethers

I mean their discussions about tabs and EPs I have never listened to.

with "sound" I even mean the songs they still didn’t make or even thought about...

Or the instruments they still didn’t try to add

basically... with "sound" I mean their everything.

So... here it goes my 5th locus focus beirut "sound" (after this one, this one , this one and also this one)...

A good sound, I mean.

BEIRUT - In the Mausoleum from The Flying Club Cup