domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009

Com que voz... que em tão dura paixão me sepultou.

que em tão dura paixão me sepultou.
Que mor não seja a dor que me deixou
o tempo, de meu bem desenganado.

Mas chorar não estima neste estado
aonde suspirar nunca aproveitou.
Triste quero viver, pois se mudou
em tristeza a alegria do passado.

Assim a vida passo descontente,
ao som nesta prisão do grilhão duro
que lastima ao pé que a sofre e sente.

De tanto mal, a causa é amor puro,
devido a quem de mim tenho ausente,
por quem a vida e bens dele aventuro.

Luís Vaz de Camões

Com que voz? Com que voz? Com que voz?

Ao desconcerto do mundo

Esparsa ao desconcerto do mundo

Os bons vi sempre passar
No mundo graves tormentos;
E pera mais me espantar,
Os maus vi sempre nadar
Em mar de contentamentos.
Cuidando alcançar assim
O bem tão mal ordenado,
Fui mau, mas fui castigado.
Assim que, só pera mim,
Anda o mundo concertado.

Luís Vaz de Camões

segunda-feira, 17 de agosto de 2009

Because you won't think about it. You know I think about it.

"This time you're choking with your words
Staring your face, faking an end
You act a dream that it's not yours
You pretend and perform, don't you ever stop trying"
in Actress (AM-FM). Film. The Gift


Because...

You won't think about it! You won't think about it! You won't think about it!
You know I think about it. You know I think about it. You know I think about it.

And you won't think about it...

sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2009

Newton's Cradle


Newton's cradle, named after Sir Isaac Newton, is a device that demonstrates conservation of momentum and energy. It is also known as an executive ball clicker.

The animated image above shows a typical Newton's cradle; a series of identically sized metal balls suspended in a metal frame so that they are just touching each other at rest. Each ball is attached to the frame by two wires of equal length angled away from each other. This restricts the pendulums' movements to the same plane.

If one ball is pulled away and released, it falls and appears to come to a dead stop on hitting the other balls. The ball on the opposite side of the series appears to instantly acquire the speed of the first ball and swings in an arc that one would expect of the first ball.

The intermediate balls appear stationary. In fact, the cradle continues to work even if the intermediate balls are physically clamped still. This is also counter intuitive - transmitting motion without moving. What actually happens is that the first impact produces a shock wave that propagates through the intermediate balls.

The behaviour of a pendulum follows from the conservation of momentum and kinetic energy only in the case of two pendulums. Indeed, if there are r pendulums there are also r unknown velocities to be calculated from the initial conditions. An additional condition for the observed outcome is that a shock wave has to propagate without dispersion through the chain.

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"Oh Newton, release this apple from its earthly shackles and live to fight another day".

Because love... Love will tear us apart again.

quinta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2009

Why does my heart feel so bad?

Why does my heart feel so bad?. Moby. Play. 1999

Why does my heart feel so bad?
Why does my soul feel so bad?

These open doors, these open doors.

sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

Say nothing but... Truth. I just wished it was true.

Truth... Porque neste momento só me apetece ouvir estas palavras, que brotam da essência de cada melodia. Truth... Porque neste momento só me apetece ouvir a verdade que me chega da tua voz. Truth... Porque neste momento só isto faz sentido. Truth... Porque neste momento só queria dizer: I wish it was true. Truth. The Gift. Vinyl. 1998

E porque toda uma vida cabe no Vinyl.

How could you hurt me like this?
How could you fear me like this?
I know that all the words are just words
I think that you don't know what it means
I think that it might be true
I think I've been a fool
Oh, don't you think?
All I've done, all I've said
All I've read, it was for real
It was for real
But I know that
That dreams are just dreams
And I know that
You're not what it used to be love
Oh love
Oh love
All I've done, all I've said
All I've praid, it was for real
All I've known, all I've feared
All I've said it was for real
How could you hurt me like this?
How could you fear me like this?
I know that all the words are just words
It can't be real

Truth by The Gift