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domingo, 17 de julho de 2011

© Dennis Hopper

Biker Couple, 1961
Self-portrait at porn stand, 1962
Andy Warhol and members of the Factory_Gregory Markopoulos, Taylor Mead, Gerard Malanga & Jack Smith, 1963
Bruce Conner (in tub), Toni Basil, Teri Garr and Ann Marshall, 1964
Irving Blum and Peggy Moffitt, 1964
Ed Ruscha, 1964
Jefferson Airplane, 1965
Tuesday Weld, 1965
Brian Jones, 1965
Bill Cosby_Chateau Marmont, 1965
Jane Fonda, 1967
© Dennis Hopper

sábado, 8 de janeiro de 2011

sexta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2010

cilibrinas do éden



Paixão da minha existência atribulada
Rita Lee - Lúcia Turnbull

Olhe o meu sorriso
Beije em minha boca
Cante minha música
Use minha roupa

Se você se fecha
Isso só complica
Justamente agora
Que eu estou apaixonada

E preciso tanto
Conhecer você melhor
Te namorar, te namorar, te namorar
Ah!
Te namorar, te namorar, te namorar

Sinto você
Nesse meu violão
Toco sua música
Com minha mão
Me apaixonei por você e por mim!

terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009

Dom quixote

Don Quijote, Salvador Dali, 1983

A vida é um moinho
É um sonho o caminho
É do Sancho, o Quixote
Chupando chiclete
O Sancho tem chance
E a chance é o chicote
É o vento e a morte
Mascando o Quixote
Chicote no Sancho
Moinho sem vinho
Não corra me puxe
Meu vinho meu crush
Que triste caminho
Sem Sancho ou Quixote
Sua chance em chicote
Sua vida na morte
Vem devagar
Dia há de chegar
E a vida há de parar
Para o Sancho descer
E os jornais todos a anunciar
Dulcinéia que vai se casar
Vê, vê que tudo mudou
Vê, o comércio fechou
Vê e o menino morreu
E os jornais todos a anunciar
Armadura e espada a rifar
Dom Quixote cantar na TV
Vai cantar pra subir

(Rita Lee/ Arnaldo Baptista)

quarta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2009

HAPPINESS IS A WARM GUN

She's not a girl who misses much.
Do do do do do do do do
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand
Like a lizard on a window pane.
The man in the crowd with the multicolored mirrors
On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy
Working overtime
A soap impression of his wife which he ate
And donated to the National Trust.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down.
Down to the bits that I left uptown.
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down.
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun
Mother Superior jump the gun.
Happiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun.
Yes it is.

(Lennon/McCartney)

terça-feira, 24 de novembro de 2009

THE RAIN SONG

It is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I've felt before.
It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low.

It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom.
Speak to me only with your eyes. It is to you I give this tune.
Ain't so hard to recognize - These things are clear to all from
time to time.

Talk Talk - I've felt the coldness of my winter
I never thought it would ever go. I cursed the gloom that set upon us...
But I know that I love you so

These are the seasons of emotion and like the winds they rise and fall
This is the wonder of devotion - I seek the torch we all must hold.
This is the mystery of the quotient - Upon us all a little rain must fall...It's just a little rain...

(Jimmi Page/Robert Plant)

quinta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2009