Joyce and Sylvia Beach outside the door of Shakespeare and Company on the Rue de l’Odéon.
sem graça
genoveva de brabante filho cabrito-montês e coelho. bonitinhos né.
geeks do varandão da saudade chercheurs du temps perdu no wormhole proustiano (via http://ihaveaquestion.tumblr.com/)
(via quevibe)
ossada!
prontinha pro negão necrófilo (http://cabrochette.tumblr.com/post/231306958)
The Tang poet Li Bai–a.k.a. Li Po, Li Bo and the Poet Immortal–left us over 1,000 poems. Besides these, he is also known by the way it is said he died. He supposedly drowned drunk, trying to embrace the moon’s reflection in the Yangtze River. (http://clatterymachinery.wordpress.com/2007/01/26/li-bai-drinking-alone-with-the-moon-his-shadow-32-translators/)
Isis Valverde se refresca no mar da prainha (pô, ficou boa essa foto. maluquete deu sorte.)
“Villa-Lobos chose to present three such colorful works of his own, all sprawling in form and luxuriant in manner. They leave one astonished, but also quite confused. It is works like these that make Villa-Lobos the pride and despair of his Latin-American colleagues.”
—Aaron Copland, writing about the Festival in Caracas (1954) - Aaron Copland: a reader: selected writings 1923-1972, p. 121-122. (via villa-lobos)
:~
acho que sao umas feministas numa perfomance de nu crucificado náutico.
