Espantos #643

As várias faces da torre Eiffel em Paris

Caprichos #683

Afternoon snack in Paris

Sem título #264

Little dog come back!

Caprichos #682

Mid-morning snack in a Paris café

Caprichos #681

Evening drink by the Paris canal

Retirado do contexto #406

And out of nowhere at the Paris conference site a black cat!

Caprichos #680

Boulangeries parisiennes

Sem título #263

Hero...

Parece que estou a ouvir #370

Circle of Life

Sung by Carmen Twillie, Lebo M.

Music by Elton John

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhm ingonyama
Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama
Siyo Nqoba
Ingonyama

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (asana)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)

From the day we arrive on the planet
And, blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
'Til we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala (se-to-kwa!)

It's the circle of life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
'Til we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the circle
The circle of life

Espantos #642

Coventry: Laser light city

Palavras lidas #520

Before the Beginning
by Christina Rossetti

Before the beginning Thou hast foreknown the end,
  Before the birthday the death-bed was seen of Thee:
Cleanse what I cannot cleanse, mend what I cannot mend.
  O Lord All-Merciful, be merciful to me.

While the end is drawing near I know not mine end:
  Birth I recall not, my death I cannot foresee:
O God, arise to defend, arise to befriend,
  O Lord All-Merciful, be merciful to me.

Ditto #519

I would feel dead if I didn't have the ability periodically to put my world in order with a poem. I think to be inarticulate is a great suffering, and is especially so to anyone who has a certain knack for poetry.

--Richard Wilbur

Verão #20

Flores de verão

Sem título #262

Mind boggling...

Espantos #641

A ver vamos se lá chegamos...

Coisas bonitas #109

Sunrise sunrise...

Parece que estou a ouvir #369

Starman
David Bowie

Hey la-la
Oh, oh, oh

Didn't know what time it was
The lights were low, oh, oh
I leaned back on my radio, oh, oh
Some cat was layin' down some rock 'n' roll lotta soul, he said

Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase
That weren't no DJ
That was hazy cosmic trace

There's a Starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a Starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

I had to phone someone, so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out, so you heard him too!
Switch on the TV, we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window, I can see his light
If we can sparkle, he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright

There's a Starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a Starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

Starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a Starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

Caprichos #679

Cola fresquinha nos dias quentes

Coisas bonitas #108

Peaceful sunset

Coisas bonitas #107

London skies, after the sunset

Caprichos #678

Home made Mexican dinner in the garden

to enjoy the long summer days and the good weather

Sem título #261

Winding up at night... aka insomnia

Palavras lidas #519

Pain Management
by James Silas Rogers

One day, in your forties or fifties,
you will start to think that life is turning
into a long string of small extinctions.
You will feel the word gone rise inside you
and might even say it aloud, quietly, the way
you would say it if the house had been robbed
and, months later, you reached for an item
you never knew was missing, thought had been
in a drawer the whole time: Gone. Add these
to the workaday wrong turns you half-knew
were coming from the start-you know: the shy
girl with trusting eyes with whom
you did not sleep, the dad who let you down—
and you will begin to think that if you started
crying now, you might never be able to stop.
But that doesn't happen.
What happens instead is you make a cup of tea.

You sit on the front porch, and there you look
at spindly asters on a September afternoon:
flowers with ragged edges that are barely petals,
a color from somewhere down the spectrum
after blue-the same blue of cold skies
in early winter. And behind them,
the deep green of bloomless morning glories.

Ditto #518

The writer must believe that what he is doing is the most important thing in the world. And he must hold to this illusion even when he knows it is not true.

--John Steinbeck

Coisas que não mudam #600

Good old Larry the Cat!

Sem título #260

The eternal question!

Coisas bonitas #106

Fim de tarde (8.58pm)

Parece que estou a ouvir #369

Vida tão estranha

Rodrigo Leão feat. Ana Vieira

São de veludo as palavras
Daquele que finge que ama
Ao desengano levo a vida
A sorte a mim já não me chama

Vida tão só
Vida tão estranha
Meu coração tão maltratado
Já nem chorar
Me traz consolo
Resta-me só um triste fado

A gente vive na mentira
Já não dá conta do que sente
Antes sozinha toda a vida
Que ter um coração que mente

Vida tão só
Vida tão estranha
Meu coração tão maltratado
Já nem chorar
Me traz consolo
Resta-me só um triste fado

Caprichos #677

Unexpected end of the afternoon pub, drink, and snack

(Cape of Good Hope)

Palavras lidas #518

Elegy
by Patrick Cabello Hansel

On your face, your beloved face,
your sweat skinned face, the remnant
grace of mother, father hidden there,
the wind of years, the triumphs
and the savagery, on your springtime
harvest nightfall sunlit face, let me
linger there. Let me touch it as
a baby, my fingers unfolded gently,
my voice harboring no words, let
me touch my face to your face,
Father, let us be here, face to face,
in this land we have sown and reaped,
in that time that has no wind, no
words to worry, let us touch,
Father, let us linger, let us be.

Ditto #517

A good sermon should be like a woman's skirt: short enough to arouse interest but long enough to cover the essentials.

--Ronald Knox (priest and writer)