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Archive for May, 2007
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Festival Sasquatch
Solmaz e eu Ontem, fomos ao festival ao ar livre aqui pertinho de Seattle, no cânion do rio Colombia. Na programação, Björk chamava atenção entre outros 56 shows. Três palcos armados para uma multidão de mais de 50 mil pessoas. Chegamos ...
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Bloomsyear
Ao lado de Tani Makiko enfrentei a primeira estada em terra estrangeira e todas as angústias dos 21 anos. Companheira de quarto em Dublin, de aulas, bibliotecas, filmes no Irish Film Centre, compras no Temple Bar Food Market, descobertas e viagens. ...
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Play it once
“Por favor, garçom, um trem para Casablanca” pois lá dividiremos um vagaroso bonjour vespertino, com hálito de esperança marroquina. Ou desespero. Cobriremo-nos com o chão seco e deixaremos o calor passar à medida que nos polvilhamos com saudade. Um pouco mais, ...
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Moves perpetually in its stillness
“…And what you do not know is the only thing you knowAnd what you own is what you do not ownAnd where you are is where you are not…”t. s. eliot. four quartets