31 dezembro, 2021

30 dezembro, 2021

29 dezembro, 2021

Caprichos #661

No campeonato dos melhores
entra também a Manteigaria

26 dezembro, 2021

Coisas bonitas #89

Lisboa estava toda iluminada...
e que linda que estava!

25 dezembro, 2021

Parece que estou a ouvir #351

by Nat King Cole

Who feeds the reindeer all their hay?
Who wraps the gifts and packs the sleigh?
Who's helping Santa every day?
Mrs. Santa Claus

Who keeps his red suit looking nice?
Who does he turn to for advice?
Who gives the brownies all their spice?
Mrs. Santa Claus

She pitter patters all around the workshop
The whole year long
Amid the happy clatter of the workshop
She sings a merry, merry Christmas song

Who reads the notes from girls and boys?
Turns in the order for their toys
Fills every heart with wondrous joys
Mrs. Santa Claus

Coisas que não mudam #589

Boas Festas

24 dezembro, 2021

Parece que estou a ouvir #351

O Holy Night

O Holy night! The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'Til He appears and the soul felt its worth
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn
Fall on your knees; O hear the Angel voices!
O night divine, O night when Christ was born
O night, O Holy night, O night divine!

Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming
Here come the Wise Men from Orient land
The King of kings lay thus in lowly manger
In all our trials born to be our friend
He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger
Behold your King; before Him lowly bend
Behold your King; before Him lowly bend

Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His Gospel is Peace
Chains shall He break, for the slave is our brother
And in His name, all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us Praise His Holy name
Christ is the Lord; O praise His name forever!
His power and glory evermore proclaim
His power and glory evermore proclaim

Sem título #210

Penguin sharing... 😊

22 dezembro, 2021

Coisas que não mudam #587

until they look back at you and show you they do

21 dezembro, 2021

Palavras lidas #499

Simply Lit
by Malena Morling

Often toward evening,
after another day, after
another year of days,
in the half dark on the way home
I stop at the food store
and waiting in line I begin
to wonder about people—I wonder
if they also wonder about how
strange it is that we
are here on the earth.
And how in order to live
we all must sleep.
And how we have beds for this
(unless we are without)
and entire rooms where we go
at the end of the day to collapse.
And I think how even the most
lively people are desolate
when they are alone
because they too must sleep
and sooner or later die.
We are always looking to acquire
more food for more great meals.
We have to have great meals.
Isn't it enough to be a person buying
a carton of milk? A simple
package of butter and a loaf
of whole wheat bread?
Isn't it enough to stand here
while the sweet middle-aged cashier
rings up the purchases?
I look outside,
but I can't see much out there
because now it is dark except
for a single vermilion neon sign
floating above the gas station
like a miniature temple simply lit
against the night.

20 dezembro, 2021

Ditto #498

Fatalism is the lazy man’s way of accepting the inevitable.

--Natalie Barney

18 dezembro, 2021

Sem título #209

Starry nights of awakenings... 😀

17 dezembro, 2021

14 dezembro, 2021

Cores de Outono #91

Noutra latitude, ainda o belo Outono...

12 dezembro, 2021

11 dezembro, 2021

Palavras lidas #498

Blackberry Pie
by Jenifer Rae Vernon

is kernels of juice
blue, mom makes it do
magic heat to vanilla ice cream
purple dream

there were many nice things,
the corduroy pinafore
the daily notes in lunch sack
of a smiley face and curly cue hair
your mama loves you, and do great
with a thermos of homemade soup

dad too, he rocked me on front porch
after seven yellow jacket stings
i howled through the valley
in baking soda paste
while he sang, in the big rock candy mountain…

but just like grandma vernon always said
don’t bother doing anything nice for your children
they’ll only remember the bad things, anyway
like when she tethered my dad
to the front yard tree
so he could play when she was at work

was that bad? a ruined childhood?
bless her heart
and pie too, is sometimes
tart

Coisas bonitas #87

Before sunrise

10 dezembro, 2021

Parece que estou a ouvir #350

Need a Little Christmas
from Jerry Herman's musical Mame

Haul out the holly
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again
Fill up the stocking
I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now

For we need a little Christmas, right this very minute
Candles in the window, carols at the spinet
Yes, we need a little Christmas, right this very minute
Hasn't snowed a single flurry, but Santa dear we're in a hurry

Climb down the chimney
Turn on the brightest string of lights I've ever seen
Slice up the fruit cake
It's time we've hung some tinsel on the evergreen bough

For I've grown a little leaner, grown a little colder
Grown a little sadder, grown a little older
And I need a little angel sitting on my shoulder
Need a little Christmas now

For we need a little music, need a little laughter
Need a little singing ringing through the rafter
And we need a little snappy, happy ever after
Need a little Christmas now!
_______

Para alguém que esta tarde (dia 10!!) só queria saber se os presentes já tinham chegado e o que eram... 😂🎄

Ditto #497

Every dogma has its day, but good music lives forever.

--Vernon Duke

08 dezembro, 2021

Caprichos #660

Afinal sou ou não sou capaz? Parece que sou 😂

06 dezembro, 2021

Sem título #207

Ah the opinionated... yes...

05 dezembro, 2021

Numa sala perto de mim #435

Official Secrets (2019) on the backstage story behind the invasion of Iraq in 2003. A whistleblower's strong beliefs lead her to put her personal, family and professional interests on the line... everything to lose and nothing to win.

04 dezembro, 2021

Cores de Outono #90

Many decades / Muitas décadas

03 dezembro, 2021

02 dezembro, 2021

Palavras lidas #497

Small Talk
by Eleanor Lerman

It is a mild day in the suburbs
Windy, a little gray. If there is
sunlight, it enters through the
kitchen window and spreads
itself, thin as a napkin, beside
the coffee cup, pie on a plate

What am I describing?
I am describing a dream
in which nobody has died

These are our mothers:
your mother and mine
It is an empty day; everyone
else is gone. Our mothers
are sitting in red chairs
that look like metal hearts
and they are smoking
Your mother is wearing
sandals and a skirt. My
mother is thinking about
dinner. The bread, the meat

Later, there will be
no reason to remember
this, so remember it
now: a safe day. Time
passes into dim history.

And we are their babies
sleeping in the folds of
the wind. Whatever our
chances, these are the
women. Such small talk
before life begins

01 dezembro, 2021

Ditto #496

Manners are a sensitive awareness of the feelings of others.

--Emily Post

Inverno #71