Ms Satie

Another loss last week. This friend also deserves a post here and here it is.

Carol Satie, a fucking fashion designer friend and also my fake cousin who I adore.

She is adorable, She is short, She is cute, She is funny, She is passionate for life.

She makes amazing clothes. She makes amazing shoes. She has little balls tattooed on her arms.

She loves regional music. She plays some music. She has an amazing family. She has the babies of my dog.

She has a lovely nephew and niece. She will draw my wedding dress.

She is far now…London stole another friend of mine. But this is another excuse to go there and see them.

Carol I wish you all the best …and I hope you can be surrounded by many Portuguese and Spanish guys (hihihi) I know you adore them.

I love you from the bottom of my heart. I hope I can read many and many funny emails like you sent some days ago. I’m here cheering for you.

shame

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-PJBZzwLj-0

the girl that has hiccups

one more festival and thx luiza to got the ticket for me...
2 stages and too many bands to see.
1st: animal collective: really great noisy band, even i missed the 1st 30 min.
2nd: jesus and mary chain: awesome band.
3rd: run to see the foals... yes they are good.
4th: wait to see spoon: good too
5th: run to see bloc party. good too.
6th: missed breeders :p
7th: kaiser chiefs. good too.

the way home was fun. inside a cab in 5, a girl hiccuping and a guy trying to talk to the taxi driver. i couldnt stop laugh.
my body hurts now

Of Montreal - So begins our alabee

And so begins begins our odyssey
And we begin begin our odyssey
And so begins begins our odyssey

The auria is bleeding and the boyish voice is leaving
I've been an evil tenor I filled the innocents doe eyes with glue
You're my only softness you're my only pleasure it's true
And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure

And so begins begins our odyssey
And we begin begin our odyssey
And so begins begins our odyssey

The chrysalis is breaking and the super ego's waking
I've been a gloomy Petrarch with a quill as weepy as Dido
You're my mousy aesthete you're my bouyant cherub it's true
And I never want to be your little friend the abject failure

2nd part of the festival

the national
mgmt
I dont want fucking write

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music for my ears this weekend

Hey festival here, last night and today. Well i missed the 1st day but it is on I don't like klaxons.

19:30 eating and drinking outside of the arena and we heard the 1st acordes of junior boys. So run babe... we run and we found a empty place for junior boys, really a pity but even tho the concert was really great.

.. (couldnt see the hour) - dan deacon in the middle of the ppl started talking like crazy, non stop. and the music wtf, the music was really great. he made many plays with the audience and turned that really a party till he finished.

..(couldnt see the hour again) - gogo bordello. Ive seen them in Amsterdan and it was great as there. such a energy they can transmit to the audience.

..(couldnt see the hour one more time) - a dj...cant remember the name...erww ok

.. dj yoda finishing but we didnt see his end...home

Tonight more to see
Ill write again
music of the last night: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFlBJ1xZK10

Comments about the place: Ibirapuera Park: Perfect!!! 5 min from home by car. They built a indoor place with nice air conditionair. Sponsered by nivea, eveybody that go to the toilet come back smelling nivea, haha. Beer: 5brl (2,50usd), not bad but the beer not that good...
the best place of all tim festivals since 2000 for sure

Loss...

I should be used about loss.
I'm not saying I'm a loser but sometimes it is impossible to not think like that.
Today I have this feeling but I have a reason. Sometimes I have the feeling whitout really a reason.
This is the fucking shit of life.

all my love dad.

I will try not to breathe
I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees
These eyes are the eyes of the old, shivering and bold

I need something to breathe (something to breathe - I have seen things you will never see)
I want you to remember