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Saturday, March 31, 2007

"Change is coming through our shadow"

Wednesday, March 28, 2007


Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Fearless on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Fearless on my breath

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


Em tons de rosa, recebo o Sol.


Who Wins?

20 anos de cumplicidade

Monday, March 26, 2007


Deram-me uma caneta


Bom tempo --> Mão de fora !

Saturday, March 24, 2007

whose side are you on?

Friday, March 23, 2007

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Adeus Amigo

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Monday, March 19, 2007

Mais ovos russos... desta vez, pequenos!

Sunday, March 18, 2007


Dia chuvoso


Mikado com o esparguete...

Saturday, March 17, 2007

"Together we will live forever"

Friday, March 16, 2007

"It's all done except the last chapter. I want you to help me. Finish it..."


Thursday, March 15, 2007


"Eternal Life. Eternal Death."

Wednesday, March 14, 2007


Em Chamas!



E a planta cresce, todos os dias mais um pouco ... tal como eu ...

Tuesday, March 13, 2007







As cores do final de tarde em Warszawa.

Depois de um dia díficil, sabe sempre bem chegar a casa e ter uma surpresa :)

Monday, March 12, 2007


:(

Acabadinha de sair do forno.
Alguém é servido?:)


Ainda a respeito do dia de ontem...
I love you this much;)

Hoje andei Perdido

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Esqueci-me da máquina. Parabéns Paulo!

Mais ovos, agora de cristal...

Saturday, March 10, 2007

Friday, March 9, 2007




Thursday, March 8, 2007


O Noddy é que sabe...

ARTimanhas

Wednesday, March 7, 2007


e o dia acabou!

Sensível, Belo ... Mágico

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

A primeira imagem por Raio-X (Wilhem Röntgen, 1985)

7 pares de meias
7 dias da semana
7 cores alegres asseguram 7 momentos divertidos!

Monday, March 5, 2007

Chá para um?

Against a fall of snow, a being beautiful, and tall
Whistlings of death and circles of faint musica
Make this adored body, swelling and trembling
Like a specter, rise...
Black and scarlet gashes burst in the gleaming flesh.
The true colors of life grow dark,
Shimmer and separate
In the scaffolding around the vision

Shiverings mutter and rise,
And the furious taste of these effects is charged
With deadly whistlings and raucous music
That the world, far between us, hurls up at our mother of beauty...
She retreats us, she rises up...

O ash white face

O tousled hair

O crystal arms!

On this cannon I mean to destroy myself
In a swirling of trees and soft air!

-Arthur Rimbaud

Sunday, March 4, 2007


Uma maneira doce de iniciarmos mais um projecto a dois!

Os primeiros passos...