Venaria Reale, verso a Torino
30 abril, 2020
29 abril, 2020
27 abril, 2020
Foi neste dia #356 (1521)
26 abril, 2020
25 abril, 2020
Coisas que não mudam #547
Salgueiro Maia
Aquele que na hora da vitória
Respeitou o vencido
Aquele que deu tudo e não pediu paga
Aquele que na hora da ganância
Perdeu o apetite
Aquele que amou os outros e por isso
Não colaborou com sua ignorância ou vício
Aquele que foi «Fiel à apalavra dada à ideia tida»
Como antes dele mas também por ele
Pessoa disse
Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, in Musa / O Búzio de Cós e Outros Poemas
Aquele que na hora da vitória
Respeitou o vencido
Aquele que deu tudo e não pediu paga
Aquele que na hora da ganância
Perdeu o apetite
Aquele que amou os outros e por isso
Não colaborou com sua ignorância ou vício
Aquele que foi «Fiel à apalavra dada à ideia tida»
Como antes dele mas também por ele
Pessoa disse
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Aqueles dias,
Coisas que não mudam,
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
24 abril, 2020
23 abril, 2020
Coisas que não mudam #546
Pares de patos (ou gansos)
inusitadamente à saída do supermercado, ou junto à água,
mas sempre aos pares.
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Coisas que não mudam
22 abril, 2020
21 abril, 2020
Palavras lidas #458
Weather
by George Bilgere
My father would lift me
to the ceiling in his big hands
and ask, How’s the weather up there?
And it was good, the weather
of being in his hands, his breath
of scotch and cigarettes, his face
smiling from the world below.
O daddy, was the lullaby I sang
back down to him as he stood on earth,
my great, white-shirted father, home
from work, his gold wristwatch
and wedding band gleaming
as he held me above him
for as long as he could,
before his strength failed
down there in the world I find myself
standing in tonight, my little boy
looking down from his flight
below the ceiling, cradled in my hands,
his eyes wide and already staring
into the distance beyond the man
asking him again and again,
How’s the weather up there?
by George Bilgere
My father would lift me
to the ceiling in his big hands
and ask, How’s the weather up there?
And it was good, the weather
of being in his hands, his breath
of scotch and cigarettes, his face
smiling from the world below.
O daddy, was the lullaby I sang
back down to him as he stood on earth,
my great, white-shirted father, home
from work, his gold wristwatch
and wedding band gleaming
as he held me above him
for as long as he could,
before his strength failed
down there in the world I find myself
standing in tonight, my little boy
looking down from his flight
below the ceiling, cradled in my hands,
his eyes wide and already staring
into the distance beyond the man
asking him again and again,
How’s the weather up there?
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
20 abril, 2020
19 abril, 2020
Sem título #109
Porque o domingo de páscoa foi só há uma semana mas a época pascal vai até ao pentecostes (este ano a 31 de Maio). Boa Páscoa!
18 abril, 2020
17 abril, 2020
16 abril, 2020
15 abril, 2020
14 abril, 2020
Pormenores #159
A primavera é como o tempo... não pára! Nem os insectos que exploram o pólen das flores.
Spring is like time... it doesn't stop! Neither do the insects that exploit the pollen in the new flowers.
Etiquetas:
Estações do ano,
Pormenores
13 abril, 2020
Coisas que mudaram #6
Na Coreia, coelhos da páscoa mascarados, mas não de carnaval
In Korea, easter bunnies in costume, but not for carnival/halloween
Etiquetas:
Aqueles dias,
Coisas que mudaram
12 abril, 2020
11 abril, 2020
Palavras lidas #457
The Learning Curve
by Louis Jenkins
There are certain concepts that I only vaguely under-
stand but that people talk about all the time. You
frequently hear the term “learning curve,” for instance.
I suppose that refers to how one learns a new skill or
gains knowledge over a period of time, described as an
ascending arc from zero (knowing nothing) to ten, the
zenith (knowing all there is to know about a thing). Then
comes the gradual descent, the arc of forgetting, back
to zero. Then, feet firmly planted on the ground in the
batting box of ignorance, the learning curve ball comes
whistling past and slowly you come to understand that
once again you are out.
by Louis Jenkins
There are certain concepts that I only vaguely under-
stand but that people talk about all the time. You
frequently hear the term “learning curve,” for instance.
I suppose that refers to how one learns a new skill or
gains knowledge over a period of time, described as an
ascending arc from zero (knowing nothing) to ten, the
zenith (knowing all there is to know about a thing). Then
comes the gradual descent, the arc of forgetting, back
to zero. Then, feet firmly planted on the ground in the
batting box of ignorance, the learning curve ball comes
whistling past and slowly you come to understand that
once again you are out.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
10 abril, 2020
08 abril, 2020
Parece que estou a ouvir #312
John Prine 10.10.1946 - 07.04.2020
That's the way that the world goes roundJohn Prine
I know a guy that's got a lot to lose.
He's a pretty nice fellow but he's kind of confused.
He's got muscles in his head that ain't never been used.
Thinks he owns half of this town.
Starts drinking heavy, gets a big red nose.
Beats his old lady with a rubber hose,
Then he takes her out to dinner and buys her new clothes.
That's the way that the world goes 'round.
That's the way that the world goes 'round.
You're up one day and the next you're down.
It's half an inch of water and you think you're gonna drown.
That's the way that the world goes 'round.
I was sitting in the bathtub counting my toes,
When the radiator broke, water all froze.
I got stuck in the ice without my clothes,
Naked as the eyes of a clown.
I was crying ice cubes hoping I'd croak,
When the sun come through the window, the ice all broke.
I stood up and laughed, thought it was a joke
That's the way that the world goes 'round.
Etiquetas:
Coisas bonitas,
Imprensa-Press,
Música
07 abril, 2020
06 abril, 2020
05 abril, 2020
Primavera #113
Por todo o lado, mas sem se poder ver diariamente
Everywhere but not possible to see on a daily basis
04 abril, 2020
Espantos #604
Pittsburgh International Airfield these days, and around the world
Aeroporto internacional de Pittsburgh por estes dias, como por todo o mundo
Etiquetas:
Espantos,
Imprensa-Press
03 abril, 2020
02 abril, 2020
Palavras lidas #456
Life
Emma Lowrey Williams
We can not tell what happiness
We might on earth possess
If in singleness of heart
We would strive to act a proper part.
‘Tis true we see the effects of sin
All without and all within.
We long may live a life in vain,
Much good possess, but still complain.
We may appear to other eyes,
To be extremely rich and wise;
But if our hearts are not right,
Life will not be beautiful and bright.
Oh! may our life, day by day,
In love and duty pass away;
And at last when our bodies die,
We may live in that world above the sky;
Where free from sin, death and pain,
The good will meet and love again.
Emma Lowrey Williams
We can not tell what happiness
We might on earth possess
If in singleness of heart
We would strive to act a proper part.
‘Tis true we see the effects of sin
All without and all within.
We long may live a life in vain,
Much good possess, but still complain.
We may appear to other eyes,
To be extremely rich and wise;
But if our hearts are not right,
Life will not be beautiful and bright.
Oh! may our life, day by day,
In love and duty pass away;
And at last when our bodies die,
We may live in that world above the sky;
Where free from sin, death and pain,
The good will meet and love again.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
01 abril, 2020
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