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5.6.04

Estrelas, de Carlos de Oliveira 

O azul do céu precipitou-se na janela. Uma vertigem, com certeza. As estrelas, agora, são focos compactos de luz que a transparência variável das vidraças acumula ou dilata. Não cintilam, porém.
Chamo um astrólogo amigo:
«Então?»
«O céu parou. É o fim do mundo».
Mas outro amigo, o inventor de jogos, diz-me:
«Deixe-o falar. Incline a cabeça para o lado, altere o ângulo de visão».
Sigo o conselho: e as estrelas rebentam num grande fulgor, os revérberos embatem nos caixilhos que lembram a moldura dum desenho infantil.

4.6.04

aide memoire, de Harvey Benge 







Continuação

3.6.04

little eyes 

Little eyes are open, but they're sinking back again / Don't you know you're sleeping much too long/Wake up little eyes

2.6.04

first ever pictures of god 





Harvey Benge (b. 1944) is a photographer with an eye for non-places. He finds them in diverse world cities such as London, Paris, Bangkok and Melbourne. At spots, which many would walk right past, he photographs details for his investigation into universal urban life. A door bell, neon lights, a shop window - they are what he calls 'parallel signs' which occur everywhere in the world. Sporadically they betray something of their geographic location, but for the most part there appear to be hardly any cultural differences among world cities.

© Noorderlicht Photofestival 2003

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