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Blow My Mind

Blog To Express, Not To Impress

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Blow My Mind

21
Jul09

Jason Mraz - Mr. Curiosity

Alex

Como me disseram, já era fã e com o concerto no Marés Vivas fiquei ainda mais fã...um verdadeiro artista e não mais um "one-hit-wonder" ou um rapazito que canta umas músicas engraçadas e desaparece do mapa...acho que tem tudo para ficar no topo por muitos anos.


Achei o concerto demasiado curto...estava simplesmente a adorar ouvi-lo e à sua magnifica banda.


Mais uma vez tive o prazer de ser o "gajo" mais bem acompanhado da noite...o que já começa a ser tradição desde o inicio do ano. Keep on going...


Jason, ma men, da próxima vez que vieres à "Inbicta" dê por onde der tenho de ir ver-te!!!

 

 

 

 

17
Jul09

Ben Harper - Waiting On An Angel

Alex

Waiting on an angel
One to carry me home
Hope you come to see me soon
Cause i don't want to go alone
I don't want to go alone
Now angel won't you come by me
Angel hear my plea
Take my hand lift me up
So that i can fly with thee
So that i can fly with thee
And i'm waiting on an angel
And i know it won't be long
To find myself a resting place
In my angel's arms
In my angel's arms
So speak kind to a stranger
Cause you'll never know
It just might be an angel come
Knockin' at your door
Knockin' at your door
And i'm waiting on an angel
And i know it won't be long
To find myself a resting place
In my angel's arms
In my angel's arms
Waiting on an angel
One to carry me home
Hope you come to see me soon
Cause i don't want to go alone
I don't want to go alone
Don't want to go
I don't want to go alone

 

 

13
Jul09

You Will Leave a Mark

Alex

A SILENT FILM - You Will Leave a Mark

 

O Alive já teria valido a pena só por ouvir esta música...apanhei o concerto na parte final e GRAÇAS A DEUS ouvi-os a tocarem esta música...muuuito bom.

 

 

I am so ashamed
I am so ashamed of all the trouble I have caused and

I am so ashamed of all these unopened doors
I am so ashamed of what I have become
That oh, my heart is bursting again
I don't need this
But your eyes are turning away
Ooohh, aaahh
I am of the west
I am fair skinned
I deserve a bullet in my chest
If I have no religion and no reason to be scared
If I am going to hell then I just don't care
That oh, my heart is bursting again
I don't need this


But your eyes are turning away

 

 

 

09
Jul09

Entry Way Song - Bright Eyes

Alex


Yeah, you're the cool of the water
You're the start of the summer
Keep me still like a anchor
In a storm you're the cellar
When I'm heavy with worry make me light as a feather
When I'm deafened by anger you're the song I remember
With the grace of a dancer and the strength of a pillar
When I'm starving to suffer you just fill me with laughter
You're a poet
And a saint
You are the only one I choose to imitate
Oh, like the love of a father through the eye of a camera
It's this picture I have seen
We're on a sloping hill of green
And you are walking there beside me

 

 

Uma das mais bonitas canções/poemas que andam por aí...vale a pena ouvir a música e acompanhar com a letra: AQUI NESTE LINK

08
Jul09

My Favourite Things

Alex

My Favourite Things from kidswithcrayons on Vimeo.

 

   
Este vídeo, intitulado My Favourite Things, é sobre uma jovem que tira fotos às suas coisas favoritas com a sua Polaroid e as mantém guardadas numa pequena caixa, que é logo descoberta por um rapaz que está fascinado com ela.

 

Uma história bonita e verdadeiramente brilhante.

 

Aquele rapaz, a forma como ele primeiro observa a rapariga, vê o que ela gosta, tenta descobrir as suas "coisas favoritas" para depois a surpreender oferecendo-as...aquele rapaz...podia muito bem ser eu...

 

 

07
Jul09

You live like this...sheltered

Alex

(Bunnyrel)

 

“ You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living.

Then you read a book… or you take a trip…

and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating.

The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure.

That is all.

It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.

Some never awaken.

Anais Nin

03
Jul09

The taste of love from the nearness of touch

Alex

 

Taste is scent, flavor and touch, and the rarest purity of taste is apprehended in darkness and silence; and there is a taste of love, as unique and tangible and recognizable as that of vanilla or cinnamon or oranges.


Those who have never tasted it may not recognize it as it seeps through lips or skin or rumpled sheets: but once tasted it is never forgotten, and the desire for it is corporeal, a craving that surpasses addiction.


It is not the taste of a person, of the moisture that rises from the creases of the body, of hair, or of the alcoholic bitter taste of a perfume’s lingering trace.


It comes from nowhere but suddenly it’s on your tongue and your body awakens as though an electric current has been passed through it; and you feel hunger like you’ve never felt it before, a carnal appetite, an awakened desire.


We can take photographs and record sound, but there is no mechanical device that can replay the touch of a finger running down my nape, the breath of a darkened sea cooling the sweat on one’s cheeks, the wild scent of foliage slick with night-time dew, and the sea, the broad stroke of an oil brush glistening as though fresh from the tube, the horizon-line almost indistinguishable as it melts into a huge empty night: the taste of love from the nearness of touch, adrift in the sea’s salt waft as old as the world, older than mankind, older than the invention of love.

(The Mad Tea Party - Clinton Palaca)

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