Retirado do contexto #289

Perfect pike position... cozy and curled up in cold days

Carpado perfeito... confortável e aconchegado nos dias frios

Caprichos #627

Bolo de laranja

e ficou até bem bom!

Retirado do contexto #288

Há muito muito tempo... :-)

Sem título #154

The brain wants what the brain wants

Pormenores #164

Sublimado

Inverno #67

Cores de manhã de sol de inverno

Colours of a sunny winter morning

Pormenores #163

Look once

and look again

Inverno #66

Early morning colours before sunrise

but no sign of the sun today

Sem título #153

Happiness Teddy

Caprichos #626

Jacintos ao sol

Palavras lidas #458

What if you slept…
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in your hand
Ah, what then?

Espantos #613

 Etna, 19 Jan. 2021

Ditto #465

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art, like the universe itself… It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival.

--C.S. Lewis

Numa sala perto de mim #429

Resistance Banker (2018) based on true events tells the story of a banker financing resistance efforts in Nazi occupied Amsterdam between 1942 and 1945. The difficult choices these people had to make in strenuous circumstances for themselves and their families should be known not hidden. Walraven van Hall was Dutch and could have just looked the other way: he had a safe job, a comfortable life, and quite a bit to lose. Yet he chose to help Jews who went into hiding in the Netherlands during the war. It's a tall order but if more people rise to the occasion within their capacity, the world will be a better place.

Sem título #152

Under the bed is dangerous territory...

Caprichos #625

DYI just add boiling water / FVM é só juntar água a ferver

Parece que estou a ouvir #325

Handbags and gladrags

Here by the Stereophonics (Rod Stewart earlier)

Ever see a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Trying to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you, my love?
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you, baby

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
Well, you are still a young girl
And you've borne everything in style

So once you think you're in, you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake 'em all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy, oh-woah

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you

Caprichos #624

Omelete de claras antes

e depois

Parece que estou a ouvir #324

If I were a rich man
Chaim Topol, Fiddler on the Roof

"Dear God, you made many, many poor people.
I realize, of course, that it's no shame to be poor.
But it's no great honor either!
So, what would have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"

If I were a rich man,
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down,
And one more leading nowhere, just for show.

I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks
For the town to see and hear.
Squawking just as loudly as they can
And each loud "cheep" and "swaqwk" and "honk" and "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear,
As if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."

If I were a rich man,
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

I see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife
With a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight.
I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
Oy, what a happy mood she's in.
Screaming at the servants, day and night.

The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them,
Like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye..."
"Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if I answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!

If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack
To sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.

If I were a rich man,
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum.
All day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dibba dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.

Lord who made the lion and the lamb

You decreed I should be what I am

Would it spoil some vast eternal plan,

If I were a wealthy man?

Retirado do contexto #287

Adeus Raul ❤️

Espantos #612

Uma semana depois do inacreditável assalto ao Capitólio em Washington DC, estas são hoje as imagens daquele edifício que chegam ao mundo. Sob forte protecção militar, o poder legislativo procede com os trabalhos de destituição (pela primeira vez na história a segunda) de um presidente em exercício, representante do poder executivo. Tudo isto a uma semana da tomada de posse do presidente eleito. O normal funcionamento das instituições não se toma por garantido. Defende-se.

Sem título #151

Both cookies AND cuddles!

Palavras lidas #457

Winter Is the Best Time
by David Budbill

Winter is the best time
to find out who you are.

Quiet, contemplation time,
away from the rushing world,

cold time, dark time, holed-up
pulled-in time and space

to see that inner landscape,
that place hidden and within.

Ditto #464

A little bit of too much is just enough for me.

--James Agee

Inverno #65

Inverno a valer

Inverno #64

 Frost that doesn't melt throughout the day

Sem título #150

Príncipes em Dia de Reis

Parece que estou a ouvir #323

Adeus Carlos do Carmo, Belenense

Estrela da trade
Letra Ary dos Santos
Cantada aqui por Carlos do Carmo

Era a tarde mais longa de todas as tardes
Que me acontecia
Eu esperava por ti, tu não vinhas
Tardavas e eu entardecia
Era tarde, tão tarde, que a boca
Tardando-lhe o beijo, mordia
Quando à boca da noite surgiste
Na tarde tal rosa tardia

Quando nós nos olhamos tardamos no beijo
Que a boca pedia
E na tarde ficamos unidos ardendo na luz
Que morria
Em nós dois nessa tarde em que tanto
Tardaste o sol amanhecia
Era tarde demais para haver outra noite
Para haver outro dia

Meu amor, meu amor
Minha estrela da tarde
Que o luar te amanheça
E o meu corpo te guarde

Meu amor, meu amor
Eu não tenho a certeza
Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza

Meu amor, meu amor
Eu não tenho a certeza

Foi a noite mais bela de todas as noites
Que me adormeceram
Dos noturnos silêncios que à noite
De aromas e beijos se encheram
Foi a noite em que os nossos dois
Corpos cansados não adormeceram
E da estrada mais linda da noite
Uma festa de fogo fizeram

Foram noites e noites que numa só noite
Nos aconteceram
Era o dia da noite de todas as noites
Que nos precederam
Era a noite mais clara daqueles
Que à noite amando se deram
E entre os braços da noite de tanto
Se amarem, vivendo morreram

Meu amor, meu amor
Minha estrela da tarde
Que o luar te amanheça
E o meu corpo te guarde

Meu amor, meu amor
Eu não tenho a certeza
Se tu és a alegria ou se és a tristeza

Meu amor, meu amor
Eu não tenho a certeza

Eu não sei, meu amor, se o que digo
É ternura, se é riso, ou se é pranto
É por ti que adormeço e acordo
E acordado recordo no canto
Essa tarde em que tarde surgiste
Dum triste e profundo recanto

Essa noite em que cedo nasceste despida
De mágoa e de espanto
Meu amor, nunca é tarde nem cedo
Para quem se quer tanto

Caprichos #623

Thoughtful and kind neighbors