It's all a question of fit...
18 março, 2024
17 março, 2024
Parece que estou a ouvir #436
O que temo e o que desejo
Lina e Rodrigo Cuevas
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Que isso me dera da morte
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede
Nunca o que a vontade pede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
De maneira me sucede
Nunca o que a vontade pede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Con ganas de darme muerte
El morirme es dulce suerte
Ojos que os detenéis
Con ganas de darme muerte
El morirme es dulce suerte
Ojos que os detenéis
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Acabad ya de matarme
Por que me resucitéis
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Acabad ya de matarme
Por que me resucitéis
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Nunca o que a vontade pede
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Nunca o que a vontade pede
La llaga, cierto, es la mía
El morirme es alegría
Y así digo que acabéis
La llaga, cierto, es la mía
El morirme es alegría
Y así digo que acabéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Lina e Rodrigo Cuevas
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Que isso me dera da morte
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede
Nunca o que a vontade pede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
De maneira me sucede
Nunca o que a vontade pede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Con ganas de darme muerte
El morirme es dulce suerte
Ojos que os detenéis
Con ganas de darme muerte
El morirme es dulce suerte
Ojos que os detenéis
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Acabad ya de matarme
Por que me resucitéis
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Acabad ya de matarme
Por que me resucitéis
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Nunca o que a vontade pede
O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Nunca o que a vontade pede
La llaga, cierto, es la mía
El morirme es alegría
Y así digo que acabéis
La llaga, cierto, es la mía
El morirme es alegría
Y así digo que acabéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis
16 março, 2024
Numa sala perto de mim #449
Anatomy of a Fall (2023) starts with the death of a member of a couple of academics who tragically falls from a high window. In the ensuing investigation and court case, it's apparent each of them likes their profession more than the life they built together, to the point that every emerging problem seems an imposition of the other on one's own work. The explanations for the death are plausible from the experts' perspective but uncorroborated by a third party, leaving the court's decision to the balance of probabilities. Which story is more likely is anyone's guess. There are no winners. Excellent acting and directing keeping the tension high for the entire duration of the film (2h32m).
15 março, 2024
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11 março, 2024
Palavras lidas #579
Moon-Breath
by Mary Jo Salter
Dark mornings staying dark
longer, another autumn
come, and the body one
day poorer yet,
from restless sleep I wake
early now to note
how the pale disk of moon
caves to its own defeat,
cold as yesterday’s fish
left over in the pan,
or miserly as a sliver
of dried soap in a dish.
Oh for a sparkling froth
of cloud, a little heat
from the sun! I shiver
at the window where I plant
one perfect moon-round breath,
as I liked to do as a girl
against the filthy glass
of the yellow school bus
laboring up the hill,
not thinking what I meant
but passionate, as if
I were kissing my own life.
by Mary Jo Salter
Dark mornings staying dark
longer, another autumn
come, and the body one
day poorer yet,
from restless sleep I wake
early now to note
how the pale disk of moon
caves to its own defeat,
cold as yesterday’s fish
left over in the pan,
or miserly as a sliver
of dried soap in a dish.
Oh for a sparkling froth
of cloud, a little heat
from the sun! I shiver
at the window where I plant
one perfect moon-round breath,
as I liked to do as a girl
against the filthy glass
of the yellow school bus
laboring up the hill,
not thinking what I meant
but passionate, as if
I were kissing my own life.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
10 março, 2024
09 março, 2024
Numa sala perto de mim #448
The Holdovers (2024) tells the stories of the unlikely trio left to spend Christmas on their own in a New England boarding school in the 1970s. A mother in mourning, a lonely teacher with poor social skills, and a troubled teenager make it work and learn from each other how to cope with the challenges at their different life stages. A beautiful movie.
07 março, 2024
Parece que estou a ouvir #435
Daniel
Elton John
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
And I can see Daniel waving goodbye
Oh it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
And Daniel says it's the best place he's ever seen
He should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much, oh
Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Oh Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
And I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain oh
And I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, it must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
And I can see Daniel waving goodbye
Oh it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
And Daniel says it's the best place he's ever seen
He should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much, oh
Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Oh Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky
Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
And I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain oh
And I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, it must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
06 março, 2024
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03 março, 2024
Coisas que não mudam #653
Another picture for the inquisitive cats collection
Etiquetas:
Coisas que não mudam,
Rolf
02 março, 2024
Espantos #679
Thousands gathered in Moscow for Navalny's funeral yesterday
risking arrest and defying the establishment with protest chants
in a demonstration of incredible courage.
Etiquetas:
Espantos,
Imprensa-Press
Palavras lidas #578
Last Night I Was a Child Again in Raleigh
by Corey Mesler
Last night I was a child again
in Raleigh. And the
Dorich boys were on the roof
and my sister was
waiting behind the Monopoly
board and it was summer
and the heat was like
a separate personality and
dogs wandered here and
there unhindered by fences or
leashes and I could see
how my future spread out be-
fore me like a relief map
without relief and I only wanted
to fit in again, to find
my family intact, Scamp still
alive and my father,
regal in his recliner, an
ashtray full of cigarettes
near him and I wanted to say,
Father, stop now, stop please,
let this not be dream. Let it
be true that I am a child again
in Raleigh, under the
finest sun anyone had ever seen,
never to be seen again.
by Corey Mesler
Last night I was a child again
in Raleigh. And the
Dorich boys were on the roof
and my sister was
waiting behind the Monopoly
board and it was summer
and the heat was like
a separate personality and
dogs wandered here and
there unhindered by fences or
leashes and I could see
how my future spread out be-
fore me like a relief map
without relief and I only wanted
to fit in again, to find
my family intact, Scamp still
alive and my father,
regal in his recliner, an
ashtray full of cigarettes
near him and I wanted to say,
Father, stop now, stop please,
let this not be dream. Let it
be true that I am a child again
in Raleigh, under the
finest sun anyone had ever seen,
never to be seen again.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
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