The Year
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
What can be said in New-Year rhymes,
That’s not been said a thousand times?
The new years come, the old years go,
We know we dream, we dream we know.
We rise up laughing with the light,
We lie down weeping with the night.
We hug the world until it stings,
We curse it then and sigh for wings.
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
We wreathe our brides, we sheet our dead.
We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,
And that’s the burden of the year.
31 dezembro, 2018
30 dezembro, 2018
29 dezembro, 2018
Palavras lidas #400
I Love You
Jenny George
Her eyes were mostly shut. She didn’t speak.
The sun’s slow exile crossed the wall above the bed.
But once, when I bent to feed her a drop
of morphine from the little plastic beak,
her hand shot up and gripped my arm. She looked right at me.
When she said the words, it sounded like she meant: Don’t leave me.
From the very first, we love like this: our heads turning
toward whatever mothers us, our mouths urgent
for the taste of our name.
Jenny George
Her eyes were mostly shut. She didn’t speak.
The sun’s slow exile crossed the wall above the bed.
But once, when I bent to feed her a drop
of morphine from the little plastic beak,
her hand shot up and gripped my arm. She looked right at me.
When she said the words, it sounded like she meant: Don’t leave me.
From the very first, we love like this: our heads turning
toward whatever mothers us, our mouths urgent
for the taste of our name.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
28 dezembro, 2018
Caprichos #524
Os gatos de hoje: / Todays cats:
o gato cantor na caneca do pequeno almoço, /
the singing cat from my breakfast mug,
os gatos dos últimos presentes de natal, /
the cats of the last Christmas presents,
Reddy, o gato dos vizinhos que entra pela cozinha /
Reddy, the neighbors' cat that comes through the kitchen
à espera de ser escovado, / looking to be brushed,
os gatos do calendário / calendar cats
os gatos da arte urbana. / street art cats.
Pormenores #154
Ontem a descolagem de Lisboa teria sido banal e sem história...
não fosse o sorriso pouco depois de o Trancão encontrar o Tejo!
25 dezembro, 2018
Numa sala perto de mim #392
Shoplifters (2018) tells the story of various lives brought together in unlikely ways. The group survives on a pension, occasional low paid jobs, and petty crime. Yet they support and care for each other as a real "family" should, making you wonder whether each individual is better off in this life at odds with the law. Still, the line between right and wrong is very clear, at least for some, and the situation unravels quickly, for better or worse... it's not because it is right that it is better.
24 dezembro, 2018
23 dezembro, 2018
Caprichos #522
Crumble/Mousse de chocolate com flor se sal, pimenta rosa
e gelado de banana da Madeira
por cima um spray de aguardente da Lourinhã
22 dezembro, 2018
Numa sala perto de mim #391
O Regresso de Mary Poppins (2018), cinquenta e quatro anos depois. Uma história semelhante, uma similar propensão para o fantástico, melhores efeitos especiais, um semelhante excesso de cor e coreografia, canções diferentes. Não envergonha o primeiro filme.
21 dezembro, 2018
18 dezembro, 2018
17 dezembro, 2018
Retirado co contexto #256
Não se sabe a data exacta,
mas há um iminente aniversário redondo ao virar da esquina
The exact date is unknown,
but there's an impending round anniversary around the corner
Etiquetas:
Histórico,
Retirado do contexto,
Travel
16 dezembro, 2018
15 dezembro, 2018
Ditto #399
Enjoy the little things in life. For one day you’ll look back and realize they were the big things.
– Robert Brault
14 dezembro, 2018
Palavras lidas #399
Bear In Mind
by John Martin
A bear is chasing me through a meadow
and I’m running as fast as I can but
he’s gaining on me—it seems
he’s always gaining on me.
I’m running and running but also
thinking I should just
turn around and say,
“Stop it! Stop chasing me. We both
know you aren’t going to catch me.
All you can ever do is chase me. So,
think about it—why bother?”
The bear does stop,
and he sits on his haunches and thinks,
or seems to think. And then
the bear says to me,
“I have to chase you, you know
that. Or you should. And, sure,
we both know I’ll never catch you.
So, why not give us both a break and
just stop thinking about me?”
But, with that said, he gets back on four feet,
sticks his long pink tongue out, licks down
both sides of his snout. Then he sighs, looks
behind himself, then at me and says, “Okay,
ready when you are.”
by John Martin
A bear is chasing me through a meadow
and I’m running as fast as I can but
he’s gaining on me—it seems
he’s always gaining on me.
I’m running and running but also
thinking I should just
turn around and say,
“Stop it! Stop chasing me. We both
know you aren’t going to catch me.
All you can ever do is chase me. So,
think about it—why bother?”
The bear does stop,
and he sits on his haunches and thinks,
or seems to think. And then
the bear says to me,
“I have to chase you, you know
that. Or you should. And, sure,
we both know I’ll never catch you.
So, why not give us both a break and
just stop thinking about me?”
But, with that said, he gets back on four feet,
sticks his long pink tongue out, licks down
both sides of his snout. Then he sighs, looks
behind himself, then at me and says, “Okay,
ready when you are.”
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
12 dezembro, 2018
11 dezembro, 2018
10 dezembro, 2018
09 dezembro, 2018
08 dezembro, 2018
07 dezembro, 2018
06 dezembro, 2018
Caprichos #517
It was a hell of a ham tasting party... long live Spanish ham!
Foi uma bela prova de presunto... viva o presunto ibérico!
05 dezembro, 2018
Coisas que não mudam #472
Já o Hanukkah vai a meio
Etiquetas:
Aqueles dias,
Coisas que não mudam,
Música
04 dezembro, 2018
03 dezembro, 2018
Palavras lidas #398
Tenho tanto sentimento
por Fernando Pessoa
Temos, todos que vivemos,
Uma vida que é vivida
E outra vida que é pensada,
E a única vida que temos
É essa que é dividida
Entre a verdadeira e a errada.
por Fernando Pessoa
Temos, todos que vivemos,
Uma vida que é vivida
E outra vida que é pensada,
E a única vida que temos
É essa que é dividida
Entre a verdadeira e a errada.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
02 dezembro, 2018
01 dezembro, 2018
30 novembro, 2018
Caprichos #514
Eça e os Maias -- Tudo o que tenho no saco
Exposição à Gulbenkian de 30 de Novembro a 18 de Fevereiro, no ano em que se comemora o centésimo trigésimo aniversário da publicação da obra maior da literatura portuguesa em 1888. Entrada livre.
Etiquetas:
Caprichos,
Imprensa-Press
29 novembro, 2018
Palavras lidas #397
Humdrum
by Carl Sandburg
If I had a million lives to live
and a million deaths to die
in a million humdrum worlds,
I’d like to change my name
and have a new house number to go by
each and every time I died
and started life all over again.
I wouldn’t want the same name every time
and the same old house number always,
dying a million deaths,
dying one by one a million times:
—would you?
or you?
or you?
by Carl Sandburg
If I had a million lives to live
and a million deaths to die
in a million humdrum worlds,
I’d like to change my name
and have a new house number to go by
each and every time I died
and started life all over again.
I wouldn’t want the same name every time
and the same old house number always,
dying a million deaths,
dying one by one a million times:
—would you?
or you?
or you?
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
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