Verão #20

Com o calendário ainda em Primavera há já cores de verão

Sem título #175

Just bake'em

Espantos #621

Gato com língua em forma de coração

Primavera #140

Rosas de Kenilworth

Primavera #139

Seara verde

trigo já alto, mas ainda não maduro

Parece que estou a ouvir #336

Iko Iko

Justin Wellington, Small Jam

Ayo, Big Wave (welcome)
Turn the mic on
Small Jam alongside J. W.

My bestie and your bestie
Sit down by di fire
Your bestie say she wan' party
So can we make these flames go higher?
Talkin' hey now (hey now), hey now (hey now)
Iko, iko a nae
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ney
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey (boom)

Start my truck let's all jump in
Here we go together
Nice cool breeze and big palm trees
I'll tell you life don't get no better
Talkin' hey now (hey now), hey now (hey now)
Iko, iko a nae
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ney
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey

A keia mamang gwele step on the dancin' floor
Hips be windin', DJ rewindin'
Take it to the island way
Keio baby mama put on your dancin' shoes
One drop it, pop it low now, take it to the max now
Jammin' the small jam way
Jammin' the small jam way

My bestie and your bestie
Dancin' by di fire
Your bestie say she wan' party
So can we make these flames go higher?
Talkin' hey now (hey now), hey now (hey now)
Iko, iko a nae (whoa)
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ney
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey

Let me take it from here

Solomon girl straight up right hoochie mama
Make we party non stop in a island banda
Swing those hips and back it up to mi ragga
A chance fi party ladies, do the Dougie Dougie
I'm jammin' island reggae reppin' blue, green and yellow
Me tappin on mi beat, make you slow whine for me, baby
Speakers pumpin', people jumpin'
We're jammin' the island way

Shout out to the good time crew
All across the islands
Grab your shoes then we'll two-by-two
And now we're shinin' bright like diamonds
Talkin' hey now (hey now), hey now (hey now)
Iko, iko a nae (whoa)
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ney
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey

Yes
One drop it, pop it low now, take it to the max now
Jammin' the small jam way
Wind it

Whine up, go down, whine up, go down
Twist your body backwards (we go, we go)
We go left left, we go right right
Turn it around and forward (whine and go down again)

Whine up, go down, whine up, go down
Twist your body backwards (twist it back)
We go left left, we go right right
Turn it around and forward

My bestie and your bestie
Dancin' by di fire
Your bestie say she wan' party
So can we make these flames go higher?
Talkin' hey now (hey now), hey now (hey now)
Iko, iko a nae (whoa)
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-ney
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey
Jock-a-mo fee na-ey

Primavera #138

Parece que estou a ouvir #335

A propósito...

E O Espírito da Paz foi lançado em Junho de 1994, há quase quase 27 anos, uma criança! Esta música dos Madredeus, como tantas outras, faz lembrar um comboio que vai avançando a uma velocidade constante... movimento perpétuo,

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As Cores do Sol
Madredeus

Ao cair da tarde
Penso sempre mais
E a luz que me invade
São as cores naturais

Cada figura
Que passa por mim
Nem me perturba
E eu fico assim

Longe me leva este silêncio
É o sentir que se altera
São as cores do sol

E eu fico encantada
E eu sinto-me a arder
Quando o dia se apaga
Fica tanto por ver

Longe me leva este silêncio
E o sentir que se altera
São as cores do sol

Espantos #620

Cores do (pôr-do) sol

Espantos #619

No longer babies... these are infant goslings. Maybe juveniles?

Primavera #137

Ainda rola a primavera

Sem título #174

Recipe: hug more

Espantos #618

We'd expect better weather in May but the color contrast is incredibly beautiful

Esperar-se-ía melhor tempo em Maio, mas o lindíssimo contraste de cor é incrível

Caprichos #636

Bolo de maçã

Palavras lidas #470

At the Vet’s
by Maura Stanton

The German shepherd can’t lift his hindquarters
off the tiled floor. His middle-aged owner
heaves his dog over his shoulder, and soon
two sad voices drift from the exam room
discussing heart failure, kidneys, and old age
while a rushing woman pants into the office
grasping a terrier with trembling legs
she found abandoned in a drainage ditch.
It’s been abused, she says, and sits down,
The terrier curled in her lap, quaking
as the memory of something bad returns and returns.
She strokes its ears, whispering endearments
while my two cats, here for routine checkups,
peer through the mesh of their old green carrier,
the smell of fear so strong on their damp fur
I taste it as I breathe. Soon the woman,
Like the receptionist with her pen in mid-air,
Is listening, too, hushed by the duet
swelling in volume now, the vet’s soprano
counterpointed by the owner’s baritone
as he pleads with her to give him hope, the vet
trying to be kind, rephrasing the truth
over and over until it becomes a lie
they both pretend to accept. The act’s over.
His dog’s to stay behind for ultrasound
and kidney tests, and the man, his face
whipped by grief as if he were caught in a wind,
hurries past us and out the front door,
leaving the audience—cats, terrier, people—
sunk in their places, too stunned to applaud.

Ditto #477

 

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

--Aesop

Sem título #173

... and by quite a margin...

Retirado do contexto #291

À falta de espiga...

Parece que estou a ouvir #335

Quinta-feira d'Ascensão

Tradicional alentejano

Venho-te dar um raminho
Colhido da própria planta
Para me dares amêndoas
Quando for sexta-feira santa

Quinta-feira d’Ascensão,
Saem as moças p'ro campo
De vestido cor-de-Rosa,
No chapéu um laço branco

No chapéu um laço branco,
Com um raminho na mão
Vêm as moças do campo,
Quinta-feira d’Ascensão

Oliveira a luz divina
Trigo simboliza o pão
Alecrim, saúde e força
Paz e Amor no coração

Quinta-feira d’Ascensão,
Saem as moças p'ro campo
De vestido cor-de-Rosa,
No chapéu um laço branco

No chapéu um laço branco,
Com um raminho na mão
Vêm as moças do campo,
Quinta-feira d’Ascensão

Sem título #172

Heroes

Coisas bonitas #63

Cores do sol a nascer

Palavras lidas #469

The Sacred Veil (more here)

by Charles Anthony Silvestri

Whenever there is birth or death,
The sacred veil between the worlds
Grows thin and opens slightly up
Just long enough for Love to slip,
Silent, either in or out
Of this our fragile, fleeting world,
Whence or whither a new home waits.
And our beloved ones draw near,
In rapt anticipation, or
In weary gratitude, they stand;
Our loved ones stand so close, right here,
Just on the other side
Of Eternity.

Ditto #476

 

Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world. 

--Desmond Tutu

Coisas bonitas #62

Beautiful sunset colors on an otherwise unremarkable day

Numa sala perto de mim #432

Nomadland (2020) tells the story of a woman who, after losing her husband and her job, became a houseless roamer. Working odd jobs, driving from place to place, the nomads meet down the road and survive under strenuous conditions. How much the lifestyle is a choice and how much people are forced into that situation is unclear. Not an easy life regardless.

Parece que estou a ouvir #334

A beautiful example of the crossroads of American folk music and religious spirituals. The singer, Helen Schneyer, was a Jewish woman who made a career on Baptist spirituals and American folk. Curiously this song with different lyrics is also the national anthem of Fiji.

Dwelling in Beulah Land
by C. Austin Miles, sang by Helen Schneyer

Far away the noise of strife upon my ear is falling,
Then I know the sins of earth beset on every hand;
Doubt and fear and things of earth in vain to me are calling,
None of these shall move me from Beulah Land.

Refrain:
I’m living on the mountain, underneath a cloudless sky;
I’m drinking at the fountain that never shall run dry;
O yes! I’m feasting on the manna from a bountiful supply,
For I am dwelling in Beulah Land.

Far below the storm of doubt upon the world is beating,
Sons of men in battle long the enemy withstand;
Safe am I within the castle of God’s Word retreating,
Nothing there can reach me, ’tis Beulah Land. 

[Refrain]

Let the stormy breezes blow, their cry cannot alarm me,
I am safely sheltered here, protected by God’s hand;
Here the sun is always shining, Here there’s naught can harm me,
I am safe forever in Beulah Land. 

[Refrain]

Viewing here the works of God, I sink in contemplation;
Hearing now His blessed voice, I see the way He planned;
Dwelling in the Spirit, here I learn of full salvation,
Gladly I will tarry in Beulah Land. 

[Refrain]

Primavera #136

Bright blue skies and shiny clouds after morning rain 

Brilhante céu azul e brancas nuvens depois de manhã chuvosa

Sem título #171

Endless weekend!

Primavera #135

Manhãs de sol em dias de granizo

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Sunny mornings on hail days

Palavras lidas #468

You and I
by Jonathan Potter

You are a warm front
that moved in from the north,
a blind spot bearing beautiful gifts,
a garden in the air, a golden filament
inscribed with the name of God’s hunting dog,
a magic heirloom mistaken for a feather duster,
a fountain in a cow pasture, an anachronistic anagram
annoyed by anonymity, a dollar in the pocket
of a winter coat in summer.

And I am the discoverer of you.

Ditto #475

Great books are the ones that are urgent, life-changing, the ones that crack open the reader’s skull and heart.

--Siri Hustvedt