Parece que estou a ouvir #348

Into each life some rain must fall
by Ella Fitzgerald and The Ink Spots

Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine
Into each heart some tears must fall
But someday the sun will shine

Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine

Into each life some rain must fall
But too much, too much is falling in mine
Into each heart some tears must fall
But someday the sun will shine

Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine

Into each and every life some rain has got to fall
But too much of that stuff is fallin' into mine
And into each heart some tears gotta fall
And I know that someday that sun is bound to shine

Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts
But when I think of you another shower starts
Into each life some rain must fall
But too much is falling in mine

Sem título #190

Poor little Dennis... we've all been there 😂

Coisas que não mudam #572

Vivaldi, aka...

Retirado do contexto #394

Em Faro a ver passar os aviões

Caprichos #647

A boa pastelaria e doçaria portuguesa

Foi neste dia #378 (1988)

Há 33 anos sem o talento de Carlos Paião que se foi com 31

Vinho do Porto, Vinho de Portugal
Carlos Paião e Cândida Branca Flôr

Primeiro a serra semeada terra a terra
Nas vertentes da promessa
Nas vertentes da promessa
Depois o verde que se ganha ou que se perde
Quando a chuva cai depressa
Quando a chuva cai depressa
E nasce o fruto quantas vezes diminuto
Como as uvas da alegria
Como as uvas da alegria
E na vindima vão as cestas até cima
Com o pão de cada dia
Com o pão de cada dia

Suor do rosto p'ra pisar e ver o mosto
Nos lagares do bom caminho
Nos lagares do bom caminho
Assim cuidado faz-se o sonho fermentado
Generoso como o vinho
Generoso como o vinho
E pelo rio vai dourado o nosso brio
Nos rabelos d'uma vida
Nos rabelos d'uma vida
E para o mundo vão garrafas cá do fundo
De uma gente envaidecida
De uma gente envaidecida

Vinho do Porto
Vinho de Portugal
E vai à nossa
À nossa beira mar
À beira Porto
Há vinho por tomar
Há-de haver Porto
Para o nosso mar

Vinho do Porto
Vinho de Portugal
E vai à nossa
À nossa beira mar
À beira Porto
Há vinho por tomar
Há-de haver Porto
Para o desconforto
Para o que anda torto
Neste navegar

Por isso há festa não há gente como esta
Quando a vida nos empresta uns foguetes de ilusão
Vem a fanfarra e os miúdos, a algazarra
Vai-se o povo que se agarra p'ra passar a procissão
E são atletas, corredores de bicicletas
E as palavras indiscretas na boca de algum rapaz
E as barracas mais os cortes nas casacas
Os conjuntos, as ressacas e outro brinde que se faz

Vinho do Porto vou servi-lo neste cálice
Alicerce da amizade em Portugal
É o conforto de um amor tomado aos tragos
Que trazemos por vontade em Portugal
Se nós quisermos entornar a pequenez
Se nós soubermos ser amigos desta vez
Não há champanhe que nos ganhe
E nem ninguém que nos apanhe
Porque o vinho é português

Vinho do Porto
Vinho de Portugal
E vai à nossa
À nossa beira mar
À beira Porto
Há vinho por tomar
Há-de haver Porto

Para o nosso mar

Vinho do Porto
Vinho de Portugal
E vai à nossa
À nossa beira mar
À beira Porto
Há vinho por tomar
Há-de haver Porto
Para o desconforto
Para o que anda torto
Neste navegar

Vinho do Porto
Vinho de Portugal
E vai à nossa
Vai à nossa beira mar
À beira Porto
À vinho Porto mar
Há-de haver Porto

Para o nosso mar

Vinho do Porto
Vinho de Portugal
E vai à nossa
Vai à nossa à nossa beira mar
À beira Porto
À vinho Porto mar
Há-de haver Porto
Para o desconforto
Para o que anda torto
Neste navegar

Parece que estou a ouvir #347

4 days after Don, the last of the Everly brothers, passed away in Nashville

Bye bye love
The Everly Brothers

Bye bye love
Bye bye happiness
Hello loneliness
I think I'ma gonna cry

Bye bye love
Bye bye sweet caress
Hello emptiness
I feel like I could die
Bye bye my love goodbye

There goes my baby with someone new
She sure looks happy, I sure am blue
She was my baby 'til he stepped in
Goodbye to romance that might have been

Bye bye love
Bye bye happiness
Hello loneliness
I think I'ma gonna cry

Bye bye love
Bye bye sweet caress
Hello emptiness
I feel like I could die
Bye bye my love goodbye

I'm through with romance, I'm through with love
I'm through with counting the stars above
And here's the reason that I'm so free
My loving baby is through with me

Bye bye love
Bye bye happiness
Hello loneliness
I think I'ma gonna cry

Bye bye love
Bye bye sweet caress
Hello emptiness
I feel like I could die
Bye bye my love goodbye
Bye bye my love goodbye
Bye bye my love goodbye
Bye bye my love goodbye

Parece que estou a ouvir #346

4 days after Don, the last of the Everly brothers, passed away in Nashville

All I have to do is dream
Everly Brothers (1958)

Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
When I want you in my arms
When I want you and all your charms
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream

When I feel blue in the night
And I need you to hold me tight
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream

I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine
Anytime night or day
Only trouble is, gee whiz
I'm dreamin' my life away

I need you so that I could die
I love you so and that is why
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream

Parece que estou a ouvir #345

4 days after Don, the last of the Everly brothers, passed away in Nashville

Why Worry

Song by Mark Knopfler here by The Everly Brothers

Baby, I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say

But baby, I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now?
Why worry now?

Baby, when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
You know, it isn't hard to say

But baby, just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way

Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now?
Why worry now?

Sem título #189

Sometimes...

Caprichos #646

Someone found the cat bed tucked away on a shelf

and comfortable she seems 😂🐈

Palavras lidas #480

The Second Music
by Annie Lighthart

Now I understand that there are two melodies playing,
one below the other, one easier to hear, the other

lower, steady, perhaps more faithful for being less heard
yet always present.

When all other things seem lively and real,
this one fades. Yet the notes of it

touch as gently as fingertips, as the sound
of the names laid over each child at birth.

I want to stay in that music without striving or cover.
If the truth of our lives is what it is playing,

the telling is so soft
that this mortal time, this irrevocable change,

becomes beautiful. I stop and stop again
to hear the second music.

I hear the children in the yard, a train, then birds.
All this is in it and will be gone. I set my ear to it as I would to a heart.

Ditto #486

He is happy whose circumstances suit his temper but he is more excellent who can suit his temper to any circumstances.

--David Hume

Palavras lidas #479

On the shocking situation currently in Kabul... 

"Adults can change their circumstances; children cannot. Children are powerless, and in difficult situations they are victims of every sorrow and mischance and rage around them, for children feel all of these things but without any of the ability that adults have to change them. Whatever can take a child beyond such circumstances, therefore, is an alleviation and a blessing." (p. 14)

"Staying alive" by Mary Oliver in Upstream - Mary Oliver selected essays, 2016.

Sem título #188

Basics...

Foi neste dia #377 (1195)

Há 826 anos nascia, em Lisboa, Fernando Martins de Bulhões, ou Santo António de Lisboa.

Foi neste dia #376 (1511)

Há 510 anos Afonso de Albuquerque conquistava Malaca

Parece que estou a ouvir #344

Maybe

The Ink Spots

Maybe you'll think of me
When you are all alone
Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue

Then what will you do
Maybe you'll sit and sigh
Wishing that I were near, then

Maybe you'll ask me to come back again
And maybe I'll say maybe
May be you'll think of me

When you are all alone
Maybe the one who is waiting for you will prove untrue
Then what will I do
Maybe you'll sit and sigh
Wishing that I were near, then
Maybe you'll ask me to come back again
And maybe I'll say maybe

Pormenores #170

Em dias quentes,

lembro a chuva fresca de outras latitudes.

Sem título #187

Popularity...

Palavras lidas #478

Skinny-Dipping in Vathy
by Barbara Quick

Above the azure inlet of the sea,
the path was steep, carved out between
the thistles, thorns and wind-blown rock.

He left her at the top to find a sheltered place
they wouldn’t be seen descending to the shore.
She waited, fully clothed there,
till, looking down, she saw his gleaming skin
and upturned face above the churning deep,
as if he’d changed from man to seal
and loved this transformation.

She shed her clothes and picked her way
as far down as she could on tender feet—
then took a leap of faith, exchanging rock
for empty air, a rush of cold and bubbles
in her hair. Her toes touched seaweed
as she swam toward her selkie mate.

Two naked, slippery people,
seventy and sixty-five,
feeling so alive and filled with joy,
treading water side by side in the extra-salty,
turquoise blue Aegean Sea, rich in iodine,
with the power to heal
all kinds of wounds.

They tasted salt and kissed,
two shipwrecked sailors
who’d managed to survive.

Ditto #485

Life can only be understood backward, but it must be lived forward.

--Søren Kierkegaard

Caprichos #645

Flores

com promessas!

Coisas bonitas #74

O Tejo,

sempre o Tejo...

Coisas que não mudam #571

Gatos que espreitam...

... repetidamente!

Sem título #186

Lazy feeling...

Coisas bonitas #73

Siblings / Irmãos

Caprichos #644

Feijoada brasileira domingo 1 de Agosto

Feijoada portuguesa (como sobremesa) terça-feira 3 de Agosto

Coisas bonitas #72

Fim de tarde em voo

Palavras lidas #477

Where I Come From
by Sally Fisher

We didn’t say fireflies
but lightning bugs.
We didn’t say carousel
but merry-go-round.
Not seesaw,
teeter-totter
not lollipop,
sucker.
We didn’t say pasta, but
spaghetti, macaroni, noodles:
the three kinds.
We didn’t get angry:
we got mad.
And we never felt depressed
dismayed, disappointed
disheartened, discouraged
disillusioned or anything,
even unhappy:
just sad.

Ditto #484

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty.

--David Hume