tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70087908589747470692024-03-05T19:37:24.685-08:00frenchkissin' 2008-12jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.comBlogger1631125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-26734765270303687792012-04-14T07:41:00.000-07:002012-04-22T14:21:07.952-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><b>everybody knew this was nowhere.</b></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-2562585728118267122012-04-06T10:17:00.000-07:002014-12-14T14:18:04.524-08:00...<div style="text-align: center;">
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jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-18764115333840137492012-03-19T15:55:00.000-07:002012-04-22T14:21:07.941-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t7M89YJAPhM?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-82420596463990738042012-03-16T17:31:00.000-07:002012-04-22T14:21:08.211-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;">don't know what to offer you<br />i'm only broke and lonely <i> </i></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><div style="text-align: left;"><i>(valsa triste) </i></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NooQAGSKnvI?rel=0" width="420"></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-10479529516955056232012-03-15T12:20:00.000-07:002012-04-22T14:21:07.930-07:00...medicinas, coisas essencialmente da alma. a felicidade possível pode ser o eco das guitarras dos durutti column, um antídoto do tempo contra a erosão do sonho. um loop electrónico de fancaria, a vida que nos sai na rifa todas as manhãs.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5v1eFVOj4is?rel=0" width="853"></iframe>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-6721101761268688562012-03-08T14:34:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.992-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IvKuIBNQwv0?rel=0" width="420"></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-78730819327067699102012-03-02T17:35:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:08.206-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WW_dBQPAeDY?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></div><br />circula por todo o lado este vídeo do guardian, um jornal de que gosto. e por onde circula o vídeo ouve-se uma certo "ah!" sobre o novo jornalismo. é isso que me espanta. este vídeo é o retrato de um pesadelo e nem percebo que precise de me explicar.jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-42311743511181250772012-03-02T17:26:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.965-07:00...<b>to-do list</b><br /><br />1. to do a list<br />2.jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-70219245939256019682012-03-02T15:26:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.994-07:00...por exemplo, <a href="http://frenchkissin.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html"><b>há um ano</b></a>, esta canção<br /><br /><embed allowScriptAccess="always" src="http://www.themusichutch.com/mp3player.swf" width="620" height="85" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="file=http://www.themusichutch.com/play.xml.php%3Fsongid%3D81756&showdigits=true&autostart=false&showeq=true&displayheight=40&callback=statistics.php&linkfromdisplay=true&backcolor=0xffffcc" /><br />there's no need to watch<br />the bridges that we're burningjmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-56882639245546904962012-03-02T02:53:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.981-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uSJL9Zp78S8?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-60159074199472045192012-02-27T13:39:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.984-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tJI4nr7S_ME?rel=0" width="420"></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-74972356653096158132012-02-27T08:38:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:08.201-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzlYXeKCSukCYqckhxGuj1JwEQ90FbkZ-Ya2miEDmfbCCsI3hAyPuFdRGd0TYVegZ_boGXTMMH5ieeM2OvFOEVbk4kf8d-v-xr1ntL1tp4e3UZzN_H4YxpNf600Iyiwi9nmVEQr5XHkyN/s1600/planta1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzlYXeKCSukCYqckhxGuj1JwEQ90FbkZ-Ya2miEDmfbCCsI3hAyPuFdRGd0TYVegZ_boGXTMMH5ieeM2OvFOEVbk4kf8d-v-xr1ntL1tp4e3UZzN_H4YxpNf600Iyiwi9nmVEQr5XHkyN/s400/planta1.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.tsf.pt/Programas/programa.aspx?content_id=903681&audio_id=2328207"><b>[...] </b></a></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-73362951603015384002012-02-25T06:42:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:08.199-07:00...há canções que nos fazem o retrato. que fixam um momento. marisa monte é uma das minhas fotógrafas preferidas.<br /><br /><div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fS1EBUw7VWI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></br><iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AaRfGovkbfM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-36698054220035364792012-02-24T14:56:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.959-07:00...<blockquote class="tr_bq">Et la, dessous l’averse<br />Contre la roche<br />Nul ne vous voit<br />Je suis à la renverse<br />Comme j’esperais<br />Je sens tes bras<br />Qui me bercent<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EjVq-5se2zY?rel=0" width="420"></iframe></blockquote>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-32146807551471803982012-02-23T14:45:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.954-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lCXa0lbl2Pk?rel=0" width="560"></iframe></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-32226327915714604792012-02-23T04:54:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.956-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><b>reload.</b></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-71669188386243350552012-02-22T10:08:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.999-07:00...<div style="text-align: center;"><b>rewind, reshuffle, rewind</b><br /><b>rewind, reshuffle, rewind</b><br /><b> rewind, reshuffle, rewind</b><b> </b><b> </b></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-82789644347566642682012-02-19T16:58:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:08.213-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-8mFqv1MXsZ2QrT9xPwj4tCb_ofhv52vVoEp8-dGfyY7yOPIDhm2NNP0UpjvQeM4Yxghx6goFjQA8kjps_8K1oatEN07SbqVTF17rhAsOo_e6E7ZF4saHPtgGjWtTo0X2E0rNxQ059SF/s1600/IMG_0326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-8mFqv1MXsZ2QrT9xPwj4tCb_ofhv52vVoEp8-dGfyY7yOPIDhm2NNP0UpjvQeM4Yxghx6goFjQA8kjps_8K1oatEN07SbqVTF17rhAsOo_e6E7ZF4saHPtgGjWtTo0X2E0rNxQ059SF/s640/IMG_0326.JPG" width="620" /></a></div><br /><b>quase</b><br />lx, 2012jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-9592078950340778452012-02-19T09:46:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:08.221-07:00...<b>aragon, <a href="http://frenchkissin.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post_39.html">ainda</a> e outra vez.</b><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dGqda11MoS8?rel=0" width="420"></iframe><br /><br /><div align="justify">Rien n'est jamais acquis à l'homme Ni sa force<br />Ni sa faiblesse ni son coeur Et quand il croit<br />Ouvrir ses bras son ombre est celle d'une croix<br />Et quand il croit serrer son bonheur il le broie<br />Sa vie est un étrange et douloureux divorce<br /> <i>Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux</i></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Sa vie Elle ressemble à ces soldats sans armes<br />Qu'on avait habillés pour un autre destin<br />A quoi peut leur servir de se lever matin<br />Eux qu'on retrouve au soir désoeuvrés incertains<br />Dites ces mots Ma vie Et retenez vos larmes<br /> <i>Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux</i></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Mon bel amour mon cher amour ma déchirure<br />Je te porte dans moi comme un oiseau blessé<br />Et ceux-là sans savoir nous regardent passer<br />Répétant après moi les mots que j'ai tressés<br />Et qui pour tes grands yeux tout aussitôt moururent<br /> <i>Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux</i></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Le temps d'apprendre à vivre il est déjà trop tard<br />Que pleurent dans la nuit nos coeurs à l'unisson<br />Ce qu'il faut de malheur pour la moindre chanson<br />Ce qu'il faut de regrets pour payer un frisson<br />Ce qu'il faut de sanglots pour un air de guitare<br /> <i>Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux</i></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Il n'y a pas d'amour qui ne soit à douleur<br />Il n'y a pas d'amour dont on ne soit meurtri<br />Il n'y a pas d'amour dont on ne soit flétri<br />Et pas plus que de toi l'amour de la patrie<br />Il n'y a pas d'amour qui ne vive de pleurs</div><div align="justify"><br /> <i>Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux</i><br /> <i>Mais c'est notre amour à tous les deux</i></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-52007273412014604592012-02-19T08:52:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.974-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7b7YNdlb4VtGWfmsvzuTC8Kch3H_DQQ4Wr3pCv8-xolS0k8J4IKAmvXe9iMqhfoMp99iwefUOJSLHpBI2lMxbdZY4aTXHoBRANSBKQT9C80ddgjZoDlpblRHFxnH8IqjYy2k4dr2Op6-/s1600/8656106_aVP42.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF7b7YNdlb4VtGWfmsvzuTC8Kch3H_DQQ4Wr3pCv8-xolS0k8J4IKAmvXe9iMqhfoMp99iwefUOJSLHpBI2lMxbdZY4aTXHoBRANSBKQT9C80ddgjZoDlpblRHFxnH8IqjYy2k4dr2Op6-/s200/8656106_aVP42.jpeg" width="164" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.frasesfamosas.com.br/de/jorge-luis-borges.html"><b>[...] </b></a></div><br />encontro nas livrarias novas edições de jorge luís borges. um dos poucos escritores que li na idade certa e um dos que mais contribuiu para o entendimento que faço da literatura.jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-10551183121994638802012-02-17T14:17:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.932-07:00...<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6qS4clO-ohM?rel=0" width="853"></iframe><br /><br />you got dirt all over your face<br />and your lipstick is way out of place<br />oh, we gonna tell 'em<br />what we tell 'em every time before.<br /><br />they won't leave us alone<span class="text_exposed_show"> </span><br /><span class="text_exposed_show">they want us to come home<br /> we been busy makin' merries<br /> and pickin' wild mountain berries.<br /> <br /> we're pickin' wild mountain berries<br /> that's our excuse every time<br /> we've been busy makin' merries<br /> and pickin' wild mountain berries.</span>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-41206767517741015032012-02-17T13:55:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.963-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaG-erZnK2hQUaZxAIELm_eqzrRzhGdmLWDHJf_Aj0-uyZ1SvgWpyPlHkQIm9V9vgfHXU4FlIDmLoYebM6uD8YD67QO8Ivn5N9_HdPI_n376p90rjyhoPKE7HfUz206TXLokJbQe5Yv8y/s1600/kort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVaG-erZnK2hQUaZxAIELm_eqzrRzhGdmLWDHJf_Aj0-uyZ1SvgWpyPlHkQIm9V9vgfHXU4FlIDmLoYebM6uD8YD67QO8Ivn5N9_HdPI_n376p90rjyhoPKE7HfUz206TXLokJbQe5Yv8y/s400/kort.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F3260266&show_comments=false&auto_play=false&color=db2310"></br></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F3260266&show_comments=false&auto_play=false&color=db2310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object></br><b>incredibly lonely</b>kort (kurt wagner + cortney tidwell), 2010jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-18699722981330594662012-02-16T02:47:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.940-07:00...<b>caminho como uma casa em chamas</b>. fosse disciplinado e coleccionava frases destas. faz-me lembrar outra, de dylan: <i>crying like a fire in the sun</i>. a frase é de antónio lobo antunes, na crónica da visão de hoje, e talvez seja o título do seu próximo livro.jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-62432417493942844032012-02-13T16:59:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.990-07:00...<iframe width="610" height="350" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4A3-BFC5XPI?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7008790858974747069.post-60362455589959215322012-02-13T14:57:00.000-08:002012-04-22T14:21:07.986-07:00...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxmTVTa2W_BbRwFw_e88DQP09vjibXqYNxd8KbAW8sE0ydn0Mqvgz_ucn1Azq7Xo2i46q1IrnnmSfv6hyphenhypheniefbW2FSofG9m8lN3HgfenwnzGMhK_-W35Dw_DS7S4l4SqokYsA3G5uHp3Em/s1600/417743_2963978491276_1016035401_32872954_1270429124_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzxmTVTa2W_BbRwFw_e88DQP09vjibXqYNxd8KbAW8sE0ydn0Mqvgz_ucn1Azq7Xo2i46q1IrnnmSfv6hyphenhypheniefbW2FSofG9m8lN3HgfenwnzGMhK_-W35Dw_DS7S4l4SqokYsA3G5uHp3Em/s320/417743_2963978491276_1016035401_32872954_1270429124_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><blockquote class="tr_bq"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><pre>you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,<br />it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea<br /> <a href="http://youtu.be/NKbTd0rbmHg"><b>[l.c.]</b></a></pre></blockquote></blockquote></div>jmfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16593209372214645784noreply@blogger.com0