"Maccaroni maccaroni..questa è robba da carettieri.
Io non magno maccaroni.
Io so americano ... sono...Vino rosso. Io non bevo vino rosso...lo sapete che sono americano...gli americani non bevono vino rosso, gli americani non magnano maccaroni, gli americani magnano marmellata, marmellata, questa è roba da americani,: ogurt, mostarda: ecco perché gli americani vincono gli Apaches, combattono gli indiani, gli americani non bevono vino rosso, bevono e' latte, apposta nun se 'mbriacano. Che avete visto mai n'americano mbriaco voi? Io no ho visto mai n'americano 'mbriaco; gli americani sono forti.mmazza gli americani, non puoi mica combattere contro gli americani; gli americani magnano marmelada... Maccaroni. 'nnaggia. Te distruggo sa! Che me guardi con quella faccia intrepida, mi sembri un verme, maccarone! Questa è roba da americani: VEDI..yogurt.. marmelada..mostarda,..la mostarda, uatsseneno... la mostarda un po' de latte..questa è la robba che magnano l'americani, vedi robba sana sostanziosa...maccarone..
Mmazza che zozzeria, gli americani. Aò! Maccarone, m'hai provocato e io ti distruggo adesso... maccarone. Io me te magno. Ahm!.............
Questo lo damo ar gatto (latte),
questo ar sorcio (yogurt),
questo ammazzamo e cimice (mostarda)
e io bevo e' latte (vino rosso),
so americano io..verme, io me te magno!"
Spettatore: Ahò, ma che, gnente, gnente, ce l'hai cò mmé?
Nando Moriconi: Ormai hai ventun'anni, è tempo che tu sappia di chi sei figlio.

13 de Dezembro

They're just words, they ain't worth nothing
Cloud your head and push your buttons
And watch how they just disappear
When we're far away from here

And everybody knows where this is heading
Forgive me for forgetting
Our hearts irrevocably combined
Star-crossed souls slow dancing
Retreating and advancing
Across the sky until the end of time

Oh who put all those cares inside your head
You can't live your life on your deathbed
And it's been such a lovely day
Let's not let it end this way

And everybody knows where this is heading
Forgive me for forgetting
Our hearts irrevocably combined
Star-crossed souls slow dancing
Retreating and advancing
Across the sky until the end of time

Like sisters and brothers we lean on each other
Like sweethearts carved on a headstone
Oh why even bother, it'll be here tomorrow
It's not worth it sleeping alone

And look at you and me still here together
There is no one knows you better
And we've come such a long long way
Let's put it off for one more day

And everybody knows where this is heading
Forgive me for forgetting
Our hearts irrevocably combined
Star-crossed souls slow dancing
Retreating and advancing
Across the sky until the end of time

30 de Outubro

Back to Venice for the Carnival

20 de Fevereiro

Una delle più belle cittá al mondo

10 de Janeiro

Natal rima com Portugal

10 de Janeiro

Waking Up In Brussels

19 de Dezembro

Hiking at Monte Vettore

12 de Novembro

Hiking at Monte Marsicano

3 de Outubro


28 de Setembro

Rafting in Terni

5 de Setembro

Ahh, Venice...

4 de Julho

8 de Junho

26 de Maio

"What a fuss people make about fidelity!" exclaimed Lord Henry. "Why, even in love it is purely a question for physiology. It has nothing to do with our own will. Young men want to be faithful, and are not; old men want to be faithless, and cannot: that is all one can say."


"My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect--simply a confession of failure. Faithfulness! I must analyse it some day. The passion for property is in it. There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up. But I don't want to interrupt you. Go on with your story."

23 de Março

"Ever since man has learned to give each part of the body a name, the body has given him less trouble. He has also learned that the soul is nothing more than the gray matter of the brain in action. The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice.
But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away."

16 de Março

O postal que não enviei

No dia 2 de Março de 1498, Vasco da Gama visitou Moçambique com a sua frota.
No dia 2 de Março de 1925, Cecil B. de Mille, o realizador de "Os 10 Mandamentos" e de "O Maior Espectáculo do Mundo", um filme sobre o circo, galardoado com o Óscar, arranjou um estúdio próprio.
No dia 2 de Março de 1931, nasceu Mikhail Gorbachev.
No dia 2 de Março de 1944, nasceu Lou Reed. Ao mesmo tempo, os Óscares foram transmitidos pela primeira vez na televisão.
No dia 2 de Março de 1962, Wilt Chamberlain marcou 100 pontos num só jogo da NBA.
No dia 2 de Março de 1965, estreou "Música no Coração".
No dia 2 de Março de 1972, foi lançada a sonda espacial Pioneer 10. Foi a primeira sonda a ultrapassar a cintura de Asteróides, a primeira sonda a fazer observações directas de Júpiter e, em 1983, o primeiro objecto Humano a deixar o Sistema Solar. Transporta um painel, da co-autoria de Carl Sagan, cujo objectivo é informar possíveis extra-terrestres sobre a proveniência da nave:

No dia 2 de Março de 2004, pelas 10 da manhã, tive uma reunião no DEI. Percorri todo o corredor principal do 4º piso até chegar à Torre G. Desci as escadas todas até ao 1º piso. Quando dobrei a esquina encontrei vários dos meus amigos. E encontrei a felicidade.

28 de Fevereiro


Genius without education is like silver in the mine.
He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals.
He that lives upon hope will die fasting.

1 de Fevereiro

What if this is as good as it gets?

31 de Janeiro

There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he...
And then one day
One magic day
He passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me...
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love...and be loved in return.

"Prime numbers are what is left when you have taken all the patterns away. I think prime numbers are like life. They are very logical but you could never work out the rules, even if you spent all your time thinking about them."

"Mrs. Peters's husband is a vicar called the Reverend Peters, and he comes to our school sometimes to talk to us, and I asked him where heaven was and he said, "It's not in our universe. It's another kind of place altogether."
The Reverend Peters makes a funny ticking noise with his tongue sometimes when he is thinking. And he smokes cigarettes and you can smell them on his breath and I don't like this.
I said that there wasn't anything outside the universe and there wasn't another kind of place altogether. Except that there might be if you went through a black hole, but a black hole is what is called a singularity, which means it is impossible to find out what is on the other side because the gravity of a black hole is so big that even electromagnetic waves like light can't get out of it, and electromagnetic waves are how we get information about things which are far away. And if heaven was on the other side of a black hole, dead people would have to be fired into space on rockets to get there, and they aren't or people would notice.
I think people believe in heaven because they don't like the idea of dying, because they want to carry on living and they don't like the idea that other people will move into their house and put their things into the rubbish.
The Reverend Peters said, "Well, when I say that heaven is outside the universe it's really just a manner of speaking. I suppose what it really means is that they are with God."
And I replied, "But where is God?"
And the Reverend Peters said that we should talk about this on another day when he had more time."

31 de Dezembro

Lund & Copenhagen


Soneto do Maior Amor

Vinicius de Moraes

Maior amor nem mais estranho existe
Que o meu, que não sossega a coisa amada
E quando a sente alegre, fica triste
E se a vê descontente, dá risada

E que só fica em paz se lhe resiste
O amado coração, e que se agrada
Mais da eterna aventura em que persiste
Que de uma vida mal aventurada.

Louco amor meu que quando toca, fere
E quando fere vibra, mas prefere
Ferir a fenecer - e vive a esmo

Fiel à sua lei de cada instante
Desassombrado, doido, delirante
Numa paixão de tudo e de si mesmo

23 de Dezembro

Like a lover, the morning sun
Slowly rises and kisses you awake
Your smile is soft and drowsy
As you let it play upon your face
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the morning sun to you

Like a lover, the river wind
Sighs and ripples its fingers through your hair
Upon your cheek it lingers
Never having known a sweeter place
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the river wind to you

How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
without you

Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon to you

How I envy a cup that knows your lips
Let it be me, my love
And a table that feels your fingertips
Let it be me, let me be your love
Bring an end to the endless days and nights
without you

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey

Like a lover, the velvet moon
Shares your pillow and watches while you sleep
Its light arrives on tiptoe
Gently taking you in its embrace
Oh, how I dream
I might be like the velvet moon
I might be like the morning sun
I might be like the river wind
To you

Like a lover, like a lover
Show me
Show me

14 de Dezembro


13 de Dezembro

Me at The Hippie Party

9 de Dezembro

Baz Luhrmann - Wear Sunscreen

4 de Dezembro

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1 de Dezembro

"Thy life's a miracle. Speak yet again" (IV, vi, 55)


Nimm alle Dinge wichtig, aber keine völlig ernst!

29 de Novembro

More Lund

26 de Novembro

- Estão a bater à porta.
- Não estão nada. É a Dona Maria a bater nos bifes.
- Estão a bater à porta.
- Não é nada. É a Dona Maria a bater nos bifes.
- Estão a bater à porta.
- Ai o raio do miúdo que é teimoso. São os bifes!
- Pronto, são os bifes. Os bifes estão a bater à porta.

25 de Novembro

Looks like morning in your eyes

24 de Novembro

Raindrops - To Mihaela

20 de Novembro

A lua nasceu e cresceu lá no ar
Meus olhos já vão fechar
Meu bébé vai dormir
Vai dormir e sonhar
Deixa a lua crescer lá no ar

18 de Novembro

In the beginning, at a boring time, back in 1999, the man killed the lion, between punishment and crime...


In the beginning, the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.
- Douglas Adams,
in The Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy

17 de Novembro


Cerca de grandes muros quem te sonhas.
Depois, onde é visível o jardim
através do portão de grade dada,
põe quantas flores são as mais risonhas,
para que te conheçam só assim.
Onde ninguém o vir, não ponhas nada.

Faze canteiros como os que outros têm,
onde os olhares possam entrever
o teu jardim como lho vais mostrar.
Mas onde és teu, e nunca o vê ninguém,
deixa as flores que vêm do chão crescer
e deixa as ervas naturais medrar.

Faze de ti um duplo ser guardado;
e que ninguém, que veja e fite, possa
saber mais que um jardim de quem tu és .
Um jardim ostensivo e reservado,
por trás do qual a flor nativa roça
a erva tão pobre que nem tu a vês...

16 de Novembro

Tudo que faço ou medito
Fica sempre na metade.
Querendo, quero o infinito.
Fazendo, nada é verdade.

Que nojo de mim me fica
Ao olhar para o que faço!
Minha alma é lúcida e rica,
E eu sou um mar de sargaço

Um mar onde bóiam lentos
Fragmentos de um mar de além...
Vontades ou pensamentos
Não o sei e sei-o bem.


Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada
teu exagera ou exclui.
Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és
no mínimo que fazes.
Assim em cada lago a lua toda
brilha, porque alta vive.


I know what I'm doing. She's different
from the other girls I met. We have a
really good time. She's smart,
beautiful, fun...

So Christ, call her up.

Why? So I can realize she's not so
smart. That she's boring. You don't
get it. Right now she's perfect, I
don't want to ruin that.

And right now you're perfect too.
Maybe you don't want to ruin that.

Will says nothing.

SEAN (cont'd)
Well, I think that's a great philosophy
Will, that way you can go through your
entire life without ever having to
really know anybody.

Sean looks directly at Will, who looks away. A beat.

SEAN (cont'd)
My wife used to turn the alarm clock
off in her sleep. I was late for work
all the time because in the middle of
the night she'd roll over and turn the
damn thing off. Eventually I got a
second clock and put it under my side
of the bed, but it got to where she was
gettin' to that one too. She was
afraid of the dark, so the closet light
was on all night. Thing kept me up
half the night. Eventually I'd fall
asleep, out of sheer exhaustion and
not wake up when I was supposed to
cause she'd have already gotten to my

Will smiles, Sean takes a beat.

SEAN (cont'd)
My wife's been dead two years, Will.
And when I think about her, those are
the things I think about most. Little
idiosyncrasies that only I knew about.
Those made her my wife. And she had
the goods on me too. Little things I
do out of habit. People call these
things imperfections Will. It's just
who we are. And we get to choose who
we're going to let into out weird
little worlds. You're not perfect.
And let me save you the suspense, this
girl you met isn't either. The question
is, whether or not you're perfect for
each other. You can know everything
in the world, but the only way you're
findin' that one out is by giving it a
shot. You sure won't get the answer
from an old fucker like me. And even
if I did know, I wouldn't tell you.

15 de Novembro

William Somerset: I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was virtue.
David Mills: You're no different. You're no better.
William Somerset: I didn't say I was different or better. I'm not. Hell, I sympathize; I sympathize completely. Apathy is the solution. I mean, it's easier to lose yourself in drugs than it is to cope with life. It's easier to steal what you want than it is to earn it. It's easier to beat a child than it is to raise it. Hell, love costs: it takes effort and work.


"If you think back, and replay your year - if it doesn't bring you tears of joy or sadness, consider the year wasted."

12 de Novembro