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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/320/red%20hand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SPRING CALENDAR . 30March2004 . DAY 70 . sunrise 7.30am.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5 APRIL 04. Day76-  FullMoonrise.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Um sinal de primavera, um luar de felicidade e cheiros que só a juventude sabe compreender e aos quais não pode nunca resistir. Nova semana de vida que começa a uma segunda-feira, felizmente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SpringCalendar.7April,day78. Ecoam os ares com aeroplanos atarefados, isto é uma cidade e esta casa tem vista para um aeródromo militar,numa língua de esteiro no estuário onde se concluí o delta. Para não mencionar, também, a linha de aproximação dos aviões das linhas comerciais ao primeiro aeroporto desta capital cosmopolita e hiberna.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;SCDxSundayEastern&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Crónicas Ébrias"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Less time, for less alchool&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Day ends as life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;System of faillure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;impotent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;WATCH Life and she will look for you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;16 ABRIL 2004 Calendário da Primavera 87ºDia O FIM Anuncia-se. Será que vai acontecer o sonho ou apenas a realidade?! E qual  destes dois será mais de pesadelo? Seja como for, protagonista para, vampiro, vítima, autor responsável, desgraçado, etc, já temos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Percebo agora tudo! Uma guerra de orgulhos, ... se, perdem os outros por nós, então, tinhamos razão e aqueles merdosos que nos chateavam só tiveram aquilo que pediam; se, pelo contrário,os outros ganham por nós, é também por nós e para nós que o fazem, e concerteza por causa de nós, que, primeiro e antes deles os tornámos possíveis. É a completa e total loucura da irracionalidade dos sobreviventes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;20 of April. Day 91, spring calendar. quatro séculos sem nada que não águas gélidas e mortais, jacuzzis mentais fatais. A distância do ser à sua existência é tremenda, assustadora ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;5th of May 2004. Day 106. Full Moon with Eclipse. To much Beer Brains. Burning Mind before the day. Blues Day of Happenning! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;10th of May 2004  / 111.Day. One day for bad luck memorial. Train travel up north.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;De volta à carruagem bar já não se pode fumar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;17 de Maio. O Ano do Azar! dia 118. Segunda feira, excelente data para começar uma outra vida. Ou devereria dizer, uma nova vida, mas isso será para quem consegue esse tanto , algo que não tenho demonstrado. De facto, para mim, os nuncas e sempres dela encaixam perfeitamente. Pois eles são apenas um, cada um deles, o mesmo no tempo que é só este... a que chama-mos agora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;20 Maio. As datas sem data. dia 121. Sobreviver devagar, como um autómato. Um jackpot por cada orgasmo de saxofone. Ebriedade idade. Relâmpagos esta noite, para esquecer no cômputo de toda uma vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;22Maio/Dia 123. somos velhos. afundamo-nos no fundo dos tempos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;já não encontramos tempestade que nos emocione. a chuva seca sem se ver.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;estamos abrigados, sem sentir. venus progride no seu percurso solar mas apenas vísivel nas linhas de imprensa, única astrologia permitida quando olhar o céu é impossível&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What day is this one? spring calendar... qui 04h17m &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- 3 de junho, madrugada em 2004. 135th day. great urban depression summer. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;have a nice moonlight. brain burn long before the melt. the end may erupt.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;afundado no céu rubro desta cidade quase incandescente. entre as barras horizontais do smog e as verticais deste luar perdido nas nossas costas, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;presos, sem sentido... para o olhar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o cheiro chega-me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;através dos séculos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;ainda fala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;o odor da vida  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;renovando-se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;no exterior&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;é isto estar vivo,...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;e que prazer...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(spring calendar, night of juin -2004, what day? does it matter? who knows?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dawn of the next day, who knows if anything will happen, I know I will be standing around, somewhere inside of here... juin, who wants to know the day?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;spring calendar, 2004 14th of june, monday, the sound of an invisible hovercraft and working man on the silent streets. three moons on a large window site, no more than bad whisky... what day is it?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The hot air smells like old raillroads and traills summer back to a memory impossible to picture again, time flies but we're to heavy... the boat iron mouth closes and it is trully the last sound of this short night, soon this young moon will fade away in the killing light of day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the great and long days are here, and I sit in front of the agonizing night...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;bemdito solistício de verão, o sol que nascerá embebido em whisky mole rebentará sublime para mais um dia de suor e noites sem justo sono com dias de ressacas longas&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;the heart is to big for the man&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;winter callendar 2 &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;: hate for christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;cold days before, cold days after&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sab11 dez 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115940760985909004?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115940760985909004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115940760985909004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/spring-calendar.html' title='spring calendar'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115933849716141672</id><published>2006-09-27T07:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:28:23.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>córdoba95</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;joggler's european meeting 1995, cordoba, spain&lt;br /&gt;agftm/lx89  &amp;amp; hb:prgms  1996/edition, Lisbon.&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CyQvDc9mRtQ"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CyQvDc9mRtQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;videopainting cross to videojamming/hb.concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115933849716141672?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115933849716141672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115933849716141672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/crdoba95.html' title='córdoba95'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115950356987357681</id><published>2006-09-27T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:33:38.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a máquina                       + fantástica                      do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;agftm 1988/1992, with ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(vhs/v8/hi8 archive recordings recover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;agftm/lx &amp;amp; hb:prgms 2000/edition, Mnt oVh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hO5Dl6kanGg"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hO5Dl6kanGg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115950356987357681?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115950356987357681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115950356987357681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/mquina-fantstica-do-mundo.html' title='a máquina                       + fantástica                      do mundo'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115967633511419247</id><published>2006-09-27T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:34:21.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a máquina                     +fantástica                    do mundo.2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="font-family: lucida grande;" height="350" width="425"&gt;a máquina mais fantástica do mundo/parte dois.&lt;br /&gt;agftm/lx89 &amp;amp; hb:prgms 1990-2000/edition.&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvXxPnTqbmw"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nvXxPnTqbmw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115967633511419247?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115967633511419247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115967633511419247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/mquina-fantstica-do-mundo2.html' title='a máquina                     +fantástica                    do mundo.2.'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115923705397837786</id><published>2006-09-26T04:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:34:18.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>love letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;Love Leters by the Imaginative Pigs&lt;br /&gt;an Alternate Alternative Video /installation package&lt;br /&gt;hb:prgms 1996/edition, Lisbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWmXWxu6nQM"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KWmXWxu6nQM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115923705397837786?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115923705397837786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115923705397837786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-letters.html' title='love letters'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115923913410247074</id><published>2006-09-26T03:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T06:21:19.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115923913410247074?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115923913410247074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115923913410247074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post_115923913410247074.html' title=''/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115923596900521846</id><published>2006-09-26T02:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T07:15:40.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o adeus ao bairro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;scenes: 5 &amp; 6 extract, end of&lt;br /&gt;"o adeus ao bairro"- carnákcidos 1984-1993&lt;br /&gt;agftm/lx89 &amp;amp; hb:prgms 1995/edition, Lisbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNDq4NwJsqU"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uNDq4NwJsqU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115923596900521846?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115923596900521846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115923596900521846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-adeus-ao-bairro.html' title='o adeus ao bairro'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34922450.post-115907186155305595</id><published>2006-09-24T05:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T03:30:10.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ladrões de antenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: lucida grande;" height="350" width="425"&gt;scene:4 extraction from&lt;br /&gt;"o adeus ao bairro"- carnákcidos (1985/1994.&lt;br /&gt;agftm/lx89 &amp;amp; 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Terça Feira,20 de Janeiro de 2004. Dia 1. Lisboa,Largo da Graça. Tomo o pequeno almoço mas não tenho emprego. Nem tudo vai mal neste nosso Portugal! Aprecio a alvorada límpida e gélida num pequeno passeio que apenas não me aquece as mãos. Este é um ano solar. Ou deveria sê-lo, forçosamente. Hoje, fáço-lhe as honras e assisto ao nascer do sol do alto do Campo de Santa Clara. Com o tempo e a reverência que sempre disponibilizei para qualquer ocaso, a que atendi religiosamente  como se tornou hábito há algo mais do que uma dúzia de anos a esta parte. Desta vez,  mais interessado na luz do que na azáfama da Feira que,  já desperta mas ainda escassa, tirita de frio e bate os pés. Enquanto aguarda a chegada dos raios amarelos ao chão, ou de alguns clientes que antecipadamente justifiquem as mãos fora dos bolsos a retirarem os artigos dos caixotes para serem dispostos com gosto e arte nas mantas coloridas e nos tabuleiros antigos em madeira.&lt;br /&gt;CI.Qua 21Jan 04. Dia 2 (embora isto quase seja discutível).Lx.Boxes-ainda antes da Casa de Partida, mas já quase para lá da Casa de Chegada. A Guerra Solar ainda não está perdida, mas inúmeras batalhas ferozes deverão avizinhar-se se quiser manter-me vivo. A primeira fortificação é o silêncio e a abstinência, únicas aliadas neste invólucro que teima em trair sem ter razão, para assim sabotar a sua própria direção.&lt;br /&gt;Calendário d Inverno. Segunda Feira, 26 Jan. Dia 7. É mesmo assim, há dias piores que um papel que se rasga do calendário com o numero do dia que acabou de terminar e se atira para o cesto dos papéis. Dias que não deixam memórias que não sejam buracos vazios e escuros para onde é difícil olhar. Depois também acontecem dias cheios. Cheios de coisas, gestos, actos, acontecimentos, às vezes até mesmo de realizações.&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia soma-se ao anterior ou pode subtrair-nos a ele, eliminando-o da nossa memória. Pode multiplicar-se em outros tantos se criar exemplo ou gerar vício. Pode dividir-se em milhões, se em todos eles nós estivermos presentes de uma qualquer forma particular constantemente. Today's Movie: "Play Time" de Jacques Tati.&lt;br /&gt;CI.Ter 27 Jan 04. Dia 8. Dias Cinzentos. Ainda antes do preto da falência geral, mas já previsto no calendário deste orçamento adiantado que se esvai.&lt;br /&gt;winter calendar 2004 Jan 31 sat. it rains! it's been raining all week long, pouring down.&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias sim outros não, o inverno começa a subir-me à garganta, como restos de uma refeição não completamente digerida. Como se fosse um tédio impossível de evitar, uma mágoa que cresce sem obstáculos na forma de um gigantesco caroço obscuro e invisível.&lt;br /&gt;WC./ 2004 FEB 02 Mon.  what day end is it?  Doses maciças.  Até fartar!  Sem fartura, doçaria ou mais festejos e delongas.&lt;br /&gt;WinCaL_04. 02. 04. wed / Start day at home: " ROAD IS HOME ", driving up North. Changing home formats. Summertime Weather after the gray rainny past days. Lx-Mnt.oVlh, night ride, another one to thanks the god of wheels.&lt;br /&gt;wc:  thu, 5 Fev 04. Montemor o Velho, Day2. Apenas mais um erro de que jamais nos iremos arrepender!&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto ó vós almofadas d' oiro por onde andais, será que não pudereis existirdes mais a meus olhos...??&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me quase lógico decidir pelo corte de relações com todos os caranguejos com quem privo. Assim anularei uma explicação simplória e fatal.&lt;br /&gt;Até ao próximo signo, ciclo. À espera da próxima Lua. Aproveitando o Sol para descansar. Tudo muito bem organizado, permitindo dispensar mesmo os retrovisores! &lt;br /&gt;Winter Calendar. Fri,6 Feb 2004. Train Up North. Alguns loucos desprovidos de qualauer réstia de sensatez insistem e persistem neste projecto. Eu próprio, insigne representante desta casta, aqui vou também para dois dias de Porto para inaptos a qualquer atinanço. Entretanto, nas masmorras secretas das vias de existências infelizes, acontecem sub-reptíciamente as mais perigosas e demoníacas condenações. Julgo não ser necessário especificar auto-condenações,&lt;br /&gt;("-Vocês entendem-me! E sabem do que eu estou a falar..."). Se todos estivermos assim tão mal! Have a nice trip, man!!&lt;br /&gt;Winter Calendar. Mon,16Feb04. 28thDay. Faz uma merda de luz impressionista esta tarde. Estão todos vendidos e mesmo assim insistem na audição pública do 1ºdisco de Manu Chao. Screen play writing day. Good shit, bro! Resta dizer que logo após ao pequeno almoço, eu e a sil fomos a casa da Luísa encontrar a Inês e o Oliengue com o Zarco pequenito e muito engraçado e o novo rebento da prole a Concha em bébé- bom começo de dia! mesmo às quatro da tarde.&lt;br /&gt;wint cal day30 Wed,18Feb04. Floriu uma amendoeira escanzelada no jardim das traseiras do prédio ao lado, à até pássaros que chilreiam animados em rápidas corridas de asas à altura do nosso quarto andar, mas gela! Gelam os dedos e os narizes e o sol teima em dizer presente todos os dias com voz rouca e aparência invisível. Gelam as nossas contas bancárias que teimam em não abandonar a zona glaciar e gelam os nossos corações, agora apenas  preocupados principalmente com a nossa performance de cidadãos pagadores de impostos.&lt;br /&gt;calendário de inverno/ another day: 31 /19.2.04. Vento Este nas vidraças, passa e assobia pelas frinchas, fazendo os volumes dos espaços vibrar um pouco. sem que tenham saída do outro lado e exista propriamente corrente de ar. O horizonte está finalmente limpo ao fim de duas semanas cinzentas e de nevoeiro. Mas faz frio.&lt;br /&gt;WintCal,day32. Temos de levar mais com os outros e ainda mais com nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;wintCal day33. Nesta terra quem tem soluções fala demais!&lt;br /&gt;WCd36.24Fev. Vivemos todos à distância entre casas brancas e ideias negras. Felizmente para o Brasil hoje é Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;Terça-feira gorda: bacon eggs and ervilhas à portuguesa, breakfast at 3.&lt;br /&gt;WC d36 night:&lt;br /&gt;Reina a nova ordem em toda a galáxia.&lt;br /&gt;O soldadinho de chumbo rodopia. Na torrente armadilhada. De novos submarinos&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero um charuto havano. Eu não quero ir à máquina zero!&lt;br /&gt;WintCald day37. Quinta: dia de trabalho. Bem cedo, antes de dormir, vejo o sol romper o manto azul gélido do sueste. Um rasgaõ vermelho intenso e luminoso que alastra um bocadinho, observo um avião diridir-se para o aeroporto descendo de altitude sobre a cidade.&lt;br /&gt;winter calendar  day39 2004Feb28 nada a dizer! reality's too quick!&lt;br /&gt;wc day45  2004Mar05, stress lunar. miúdas líquidas a apanhar parvos. a máquina perfeitamente gripada. cavernas geladas sem pinga de óleo .&lt;br /&gt;winter calendar 18Mar004, day58-Montemor. Still sick and going down even plus. Múmia sem futuro( visto que o presente está a becar!)&lt;br /&gt;Winter Calendar. Day 61. Sunday, 2004MARCH21. equinócio do bem e do mal,(é preciso ter azar ... ou então ... talento.&lt;br /&gt;winter calendar end. everything ends. nothing is forever. i'm not forever too,&lt;br /&gt;in any circumstance. reverse tracks. lost in translation. goodbye, i hope to survive ... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34922450-115905493275098729?l=hbprgms-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115905493275098729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34922450/posts/default/115905493275098729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbprgms-home.blogspot.com/2006/09/winter-calendar.html' title='winter calendar'/><author><name>hb:prgms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08599029961660471326</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2627/3876/400/flag%202R%20blk.0.png'/></author></entry></feed>
