Oh Looooord!! Cuckoo!!

if it wasn't so cold in the Netherlands...

...I would, for sure, use my bike more times!


and if I had my mp3 playing this song while biking...

Marina & the diamonds - Mowgli's road

...I would, for sure, ride the bike faster!!!

Another one Here. It was already 2 years ago...
Oh goshh, the time flies (or bikes fast, if you prefer!)

happiness is not something you look for…

...it's something you realize! =)

a short movie and a music (yann tiersen kind)...

parabéns tiaguinho aGU!

bjo grande da tiaaaa***

beirut stuff (or something alike!)

I fully support those kind of gatherings between people that play music and that..., that...

...well, just watch the movie here and you'll see.

this one was in brasil.
if it was in the netherlands, I would also recomend a fire camp (and a praying for a clean starlit sky).

tks dre**

=)

a In Yang Van Gogh Something...

with some mails about pictures in between...

and a tune that Was closed inside a drawer.


haha

joão, if it wasn't for your comment about the "pelet", I wouldn't have continued! I would have slept more. I would have listened to it less (which would be bad... I like it).

so... "na na na na na"; and good luck***

;)

listening to music late in the night definitely does not help one fall asleep

but I just love lying on the bed during the night
just with the weak yellowish light coming from the lamp
just looking at the ceiling
just thinking about nothing
and just listening to Mirah...
without falling asleep
simply staying awake.

...

oh ohuuu oh oh ohuuu...

mirah - the garden

ps - thank you ju. ;)

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ouvir música quando a noite já vai longa, definitivamente não ajuda a adormecer

mas eu adoro estar deitada na cama durante a noite
apenas com a fraca luz amarelada que vem do candeeiro
apenas a olhar para o tecto
apenas a pensar sobre nada
e apenas a ouvir Mirah...
sem adormecer
simplesmente acordada...

...

oh ohuuu oh oh ohuuu...

song of the day...

...for the day.

vanessa paradis - Il y a (original clip here, directed by johnny depp)

a cold definition

- cold is when you are invited by your housemates to go out and "enjoy" the white landscape outside and then say "No" because is too cold.

- cold is when your (supposed) "No" makes them insist till they finally convince you to go "just for 10 minutes and no more";

- cold is to put a lot (I mean: a lot!!!) of clothes before going out, so that you keep warm;

- when outside, cold is to feel cold even with the thousands of layers of coats, shirts and socks on your body;

- cold is to shrink your body and kind of semi-close your eyes behind a scarf while walking in the white street as if that could make you feel less cold (It's just an illusion... but still natural, instinctive).

- cold is to try to get warm no matter what, even if for that you need to try to "enjoy" the cold, i.e., ice skate, have a snow fight, jump and run on the snow (exactly like children do) or even buy a warm tea from the salesmen nearby, who, knowing how cold it is, had the fantastic idea of selling hot drinks.

- finally, if it's really cold (really really cold), then cold is to try to "enjoy" all of the previous cold activities in a frozen river, more specifically the Rhein, which flows (at least when it’ s not frozen) in front of my dutch window.


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uma definição fria

- frio é quando és convidado pelo pessoal da casa a sair e "desfrutar" da paisagem branca lá fora e dizer "Não" porque está muito frio.

- frio é quando o teu suposto "Não" os faz insistir até finalmente te convencerem a ir "mas só por 10 minutos e não mais."

- frio é pôr muita (mesmo muita) roupa antes de saíres de casa para te manteres quente.

- já lá fora, frio é sentires frio, mesmo com as centenas de camadas de casacos, camisolas e meias no corpo.

- frio é encolher o teu corpo e semi-fechar os teus olhos por detrás do cachecol durante o passeio pela rua nevada como se isso te fizesse sentir menos frio (é só uma ilusão, mas ainda assim natural, instintiva).

- frio é tentar aquecer a todo o custo, mesmo que para isso precises de tentar "divertir-te" com o frio, i.e. patinar, fazer uma guerra de bolas de neve, saltar e correr na neve (como as crianças fazem) ou até comprar um chá quente a vendedores lá perto que, por saberem o quão frio está, tiveram a ideia fantástica de vender bebidas quentes.

- finalmente, se estiver muito frio (mesmo muito), então frio é tentar "aproveitar" todas as actividades (frias) mencionadas atrás num rio congelado, mais especificamente no Reno, o qual flui (pelo menos quando não está congelado) em frente da minha janela holandesa.

Mandenmakerssteeg 13

It was -6ºC when I was going back home... at night, in the cold.

My steps were fast paced, just like the wind and the music playing on my mp3.

I was coming from an improvised cinema room
from a session of movies projected on the wall.

Nothing special happened...
But I just love these movie sessions,
The mood of silences and comments that spontaneously involves us
Or the atmosphere of cigarettes and beers naturally created by all.

Time flew and I didn’t even notice it.


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Estavam -6 graus quando caminhava para a casa... à noite, ao frio.
Os meus passos eram acelerados, tal como o vento e a musica a tocar no meu mp3.

Voltava de um quarto de cinema improvisado.
De uma sessão de filmes projectados na parede.

Não aconteceu nada de especial, mas eu adoro estas sessões de cinema,
A atmosfera de silêncios e comentários que se cria
Ou o ambiente de cigarros e cervejas que circulam pela sala.

Nem dei pelo tempo voar.

PS - obrigada pela inspiração joão! ;)

a song...

of the kind that makes us (happily) drive, or walk, or run, or do whatever really fast (as the clip btw)...

Editors - Papillon

a silent definition

*lu, me and pi.

non-portuguese stuff... definitely!

The Company Mail (BAD WEATHER) Warning for today:

"Dear Colleagues,

There is an imminent possibility of significant snowfalls and icy conditions in this area (Katwijk, Noordwijk and Leiden). You are strongly advised to consider carefully your times of departure this evening.

BlaBlaBla Informatics and Facility Management Division"


The Inês Thought after reading The Company Mail (BAD WEATHER) Warning for today:

"@#%@#$%@$^@#$^#$#$ !!!"

a new year's eve...

made of a full moon...


...and its moonlight line!

;)

...

so...





(...)

(...)

(...)

ps1:



(...)

(...)

(...)

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

the beatles and vinyl records on the wall

there are 1001 things on the table
cheeses of different kinds, empty bottles, rests of pasta and even water.
and chorizo.
and bread.
and mushroom salads.
ashes and cigarette buds.
...and its hot.
...and the gentle wind from the window is blowing on the people.
people that speak, eat, sing, look for a pillow to seat...
...or play the cords of 2 guitars.
in a house made of walls,
windows
and neighbors that complain of the noise.

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Beatles e discos de vinil na parede

estão 1001 coisas na mesa
queijos de todos os tipos, garrafas vazias, restos de esparguete e água até.
e chouriço.
e saladas de cogumelos.
cinzas e beatas.
e está calor.
e correntes de ar a passar por entre pessoas.
pessoas que falam, comem, cantam, procuram uma almofada para se sentar...
...ou vibram cordas de duas guitarras.
numa casa feita de paredes
janelas
e vizinhos que se queixam do barulho.

the 1st "goofy" plan for a "regular" 2010

I want to go to the mountains... I want to.

and (since I cannot avoid it) fall down on my coccis or knees or wrists, depending on how the board dives into the snow...

;)

and a song, which is not snowboard related, not even snow related... but it would probably be a good sound to listen to on the mp3 while trying to be fast, make a turn (and then fall down of course! hehe):

Bloc Party - Helicopter

Declaration of Dependence

That the Kings Of Convenience are good, we already know.

I even posted some of their songs here a while ago...
actually they were 2 from the Kings Of Convenience (this one and this one) and another one from the Whitest Boy Alive, Erlend Øye working solo (this one).

however, the problem about these good bands is that, for technical and physiological reasons (lol), it's just not possible to create new music every day.

therefore we start listening to other playlists, other music styles, other sounds and concerts, bands… and then, if they are not so well known, we forget to keep on checking for new things from those bands, bands that once played a lot on our mp3.

but yesterday my reminder finally came. Went to BicicletAzul's blog and voila: a new song from the Kings was there, waiting to be listened to.

and well,… of course I went (right away) to check for more from the new album.

and found this…

Kings of Convenience - Me In You

…and yes, it's good, veeery good!

our yesterday (before yesterday) afternoon...

i.e,

e as saudades que eu já tinha da minh'alegre casinha tão modesta quanto eu!!!



(something that we miss, something that we sang because we miss.)

ps - welll... I know I know. but at least the players played well and managed to save the song. haha

weekend without makeup

I like relaxed weekends, to wake up late in the morning and stay in bed till lunch time, sort of dreaming, sort of awake.

then get up, eat an apple, dress really quickly, take my bike, my hat as well and go to the market to buy fish, vegetables and chestnuts.
ah, and also to discuss the prices with the indian guys thet sell fruits in the stands.

"5 euros for only 1kg?? too much..."
"how much miss give?"
"in portugal it's 3"
"but to go portugal need airplane first."

;)

ps - Weekend Without Makeup - The Long Blondes

The way I take… the run (a)way…

It’s close by, really close by...

It’s so close that sometimes it's difficult to remain inside the office and think of how unbearably close it really is.

It is normally my morning partner... running with me, or walking, or stopping, depending on my mood, on me, on everything around.

it runs with me together with the sun rising on the horizon, the clouds aligned as fog, some seagulls here, footsteps there, 1001 shells everywhere.

it walks with me together with the smell of the sea, the glances and the gentle breeze coming from the water and the noise of the waves crumbling on the golden sand.

it stops me once in a while (quite often lately) when the angry rain and the cold wind suddenly burst into life.


and that’s why it is so peacefully simple, so tempestuously beautiful, so something to run for.

to you...

Today I woke up at 8 o´clock having had no insomnias in the middle of the night. It was good for a change.

I woke up really in the nick of time...

“oh god, I am late!”

And I jumped from the bed. I stumbled before putting on the slippers and ran to the shower, without time, without thinking, without realizing what woke me up.

The water started to fall and, although I was late, I got under it only when it was really warm.
It is so cold here now!

And I relaxed… to then really awake. I awoke for one more routine, I awoke to go to work. I awoke as I do every day, I simply awoke…

and I remembered… I remembered the dream that woke me up and which I didn’t want to finish. I remembered that I didn’t want to wake up.

In the dream me and my brother, Nuno, maybe 20 years younger, were playing in the balcony of a house, my house, but the dutch one, the one I didn’t grow up in, the one from which I am writing now.

We were seating in the plastic chairs that I have outside and had put aside the clothes hanger, so that we had space.

And me, the grown up inês, was in my room observing us outside as we were abstracted, lost in hugs, in laughs.

He was tickling me and I was giggling, he was grabbing me and I was running away.

And while me and nuno (the little ones) were having fun outside, at my room's door, he, at the same time, was looking inside the house, to me (the older me); and smiling...

I woke up when he blinked his eye at me, as if saying “I am here”.

...

I know you are.


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para ti...

hoje acordei ás 8h sem nenhuma insónia a meio da noite. Foi bom para variar...

Acordei em cima da hora...

“ai meu deus tou atrasada!”

E saltei da cama. tropeçei antes de calçar os chinelos e corri para o duche, sem tempo, sem pensar, sem me dar conta do que me despertou.

A água corria e, ainda que atrasada, entrei só quando já me parecia bem quente.
Está tanto frio agora!

E relaxei... para então realmente acordar. Acordei para mais uma rotina, acordei para ir trabalhar. Acordei como faço todos os dias, acordei simplesmente...

e lembrei-me... lembrei-me do sonho que me despertou e que não queria que acabasse, lembrei-me que não queria acordar.

No sonho eu e o meu irmao, Nuno, com menos uns 20 anos, brincávamos na varanda de uma casa, que era a minha, mas a holandesa, esta onde eu não cresci, este onde escrevo agora.

Estávamos sentados nas cadeiras de plástico que tenho lá fora e tinhamos desviado o estendal para termos espaço para estar.

E eu, a inês crescida, estava no meu quarto a observar-nos lá fora, infantis, perdidos em abraços, em sorrisos.

ele a fazer-me cócigas e eu a rir, ele a agarrar-me e eu a fugir.

E enquanto eu e o nuno, novinhos, nos divertia-mos lá fora, à porta do meu quarto, ele, ao mesmo tempo, olhava para dentro de casa, para mim, a inês grande, e sorria...

acordei com ele a piscar-me o olho, como se me dissesse “estou aqui”.

...

eu sei que estás.

I love it...

...when the sun is shining outside in a winter afternoon.


...when I unexpectedly find good songs in the computer, lost in the middle of the thousand playlists that I still haven’t listened to.

Beth Orton - Stolen Car

...

...

gonna go for a walk now, with me and my music.

bye =)