musica arte, poesia performances e instalacooes, amar, pintar, viajar, conhecer-me melhor, defender o meio ambiente, a verdade..Fernando Pessoa Navegar é Preciso Navegadores antigos tinham uma frase gloriosa: "Navegar é preciso; viver não é preciso". Quero para mim o espírito [ltJesta frase, transformada a forma para a casar como eu sou: Viver não é necessário; o que é necessário é criar. Não conto gozar a minha vida; nem em gozá-Ia penso. Só quero torná-Ia grande, ainda que para isso tenha de ser o meu corpo e a (minha alma) a lenha desse fogo. Só quero torná-Ia de toda a humanidade; ainda que para isso tenha de a perder como minha. Cada vez mais assim penso.. Cada vez mais ponho da essência anímica do meu sangue o propósito impessoal de engrandecer a pátria e contribuir : para a evolução da humanidade. É a forma que em mim tomou o misticismo da nossa Raça. [Nota de SF "Navigare necesse; vivere non est necesse" - latim, frase de Pompeu, general romano, 106-48 aC., dita aos marinheiros, amedrontados, que recusavam viajar durante a guerra, cf. Plutarco, in Vida de Pompeu] Mensagem, Mar Portuguez, vejam: Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal São lágrimas de Portugal! Por te cruzarmos, quantas mães choraram, Quantos filhos em vão rezaram! Quantas noivas ficaram por casar Para que fosses nosso, 6 mar! Valeu a pena? Tudo vale a pena Se a alma não é pequena. A .., Quem quer passar além do Bojador Tem que passar além da dor. Deus ao mar o perigo e o abismo deu, Mas nele é Que espelhou o céu.

Favorite Music

veloso, brian eno, david bowie, laurie anderson, nine inch nails, cure, ambient music, soundtrack music from cience fiction, the smiths, electronic sounds, birds, air, earht, fire...sun moon and the stars...and much more... Intérpretes/Bandas actuais preferidos(as): pizzicato five Música preferida: lady greening soul Álbum preferido: aladinsane Videoclip preferido: just a pefect day de loo read

Favorite Movies

grease,yellow submarine,christian f,o perfume,teorema,ginger e fred,my fair lady,superman,guerra starwars,startrek,querelle, blade runner, alien 1, delicatessen, blue velvet, trainspoting, metropolis,nosferato de murnau, , 2001 odisseia no espaco, os passaros de hitchcook...

Favorite TV Shows

sete palmos de terra. doctor house, space1999, startreck... the simpsons,mtv music...

Favorite Books

diario de um ladrao, querelle , nossa senhora das flores, o meu p???? de laranja lima, morte em veneza,a metamorfose, o castelo, poesia de fernendo pessoa, proust,diario de um genio de salvador dali,goethe Fausto, livros de pintura e arte em geral...

Favorite Quote

The raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door
? Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; ? vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow ? sorrow for the lost Lenore ?
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore ?
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me ? filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating:
?Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" ? here I opened wide the door; ?
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" ?
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what there is, and this mystery explore ?
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore; ?
"'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he,
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door ?
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door ?
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure not craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore ?
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning ? little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door ?
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above the chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered ?
Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before ?
On the morrow he will leave me as my Hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore ?
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never ? nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore ?
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into by bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy Good hath lent thee ? by these angels he hath
[sent thee
Respite ? respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! ? prophet still, if bird or devil! ?
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted ?
On this home by Horror haunted, ? tell me truly, I implore ?
Is there ? is there balm in Gilead? ? tell me ? tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! ? prophet still, if bird or devil! ?
By that heaven that bends above us ? by that God we both adore ?
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore ? Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting ?
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! ? quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from my hear, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming
, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted ? nevermore