Coisas bonitas #118

Rolf and the daffodils

Sem título #294

*Just* something to care for/about...

Foi neste dia #384 (1983)

Há 40 anos, Zeca Afonso, cantou pela última vez no Coliseu de Lisboa. A 25 de Maio do mesmo ano daria o seu último concerto no coliseu do Porto.

Milho Verde

Milho verde, milho verde
Milho verde maçaroca
À sombra do milho verde
Namorei uma cachopa

Milho verde, milho verde
Milho verde miudinho
À sombra do milho verde
Namorei um rapazinho

Milho verde, milho verde
Milho verde folha larga
À sombra do milho verde
Namorei uma casada

Mondadeiras do meu milho
Mondai o meu milho bem
Não olheis para o caminho
Que a merenda já lá vem

Caprichos #404

Lotus biscoff crepe (cream and topping)

and hot chocolate with whipped cream

Caprichos #403

Morning cuddles

Primavera #163

Timidamente e dentro de casa, a primavera vai aparecendo

Numa sala perto de mim #441

Tár (2022) tells the fictional story of an all too powerful maestro, a toxic work environment, and the inevitable and messy fall from grace. Not a #metoo story, but such has happened with male characters in the classical music world. Superbly acted.

Sem título #293

Decisions on an empty stomach are often unwise...

Parece que estou a ouvir #392

Expresso Transatlântico fazem lembrar Dead Combo. 

Sem letra, mas é como se a guitarra cantasse.

Alfama, Texas

Expresso Transatlântico

Pormenores #177

View of St. Giles Square from Din Tai Fung

the window reflection shows the kitchen...

... looks like an OR!

Caprichos #402

London dim sum for Chinese New Year at Din Tai Fung

May the luck come... Happy New Year of the rabbit.

Palavras lidas#538

Trouble Everywhere
By Joe Crandall

The paper reports trouble everywhere,
Middle East, Delaware, sliding headfirst
Toward disaster. Planes in the air
Almost collide. Bubble burst
And you and I in debt, mon cher,
The kids’ music makes us despair
For them. Our pension fund is cursed
And we may soon be living on angel hair and liverwurst.
And yet our old romance perseveres,
A casual flirtation that grew zealous
Just like the climbing roses we planted years
Ago have almost overwhelmed the trellis.
Darling, when you look me in the eye
And smile, those clouds just roll on by.

Retirado do contexto #413

Returned and re-bought

Ditto #537

After all, it is hard to master both life and work equally well. So if you are bound to fake one of them, it had better be life...

--Joseph Brodsky

Parece que estou a ouvir #391

One More Second

by Matt Berninger

The last time we were together
Lately it feels like forever
And the way we talked last night
It felt like a different kind of fight

Baby, don't lie to me
You know that I believe you
Always in love with someone
If it ain't me, come on
Just give me a little more time
Give me a little bit of warning
Baby, I'm gonna be fine
When I figure out where I'm going

Why can't you just tell me what you're doing here?
Don't be cruel, if you're leaving me, just do it right here
'Cause the way you looked at me this morning
It gave my weak heart warning

Give me one more second to dry my eyes
Give me one more day to realize
Smoke's in our eyes or in the distance
Either way, we're gonna miss it
Give me one more year to get back on track
Give me one more life to win you back
Smoke's in our eyes or in the distance
Either way, we're gonna miss it
When it's gone

Baby, don't lie to me
You know that I believe you
Always in love with someone
If it ain't me, come on
Just give me a little more time
Give me a little bit of warning
Baby, I'm gonna be fine
When I figure out where

Give me one more second to dry my eyes
Give me one more day to realize
Smoke's in our eyes or in the distance
Either way, we're gonna miss it
Give me one more year to get back on track
Give me one more life to win you back
Smoke's in our eyes or in the distance
Either way, we're gonna miss it
When it's gone

Give me one more second to dry my eyes
Give me one more day to realize
Smoke's in our eyes or in the distance
Either way, we're gonna miss it
Give me one more year to get back on track
Give me one more life to win you back
Smoke's in our eyes or in the distance
Either way, we're gonna miss it
When it's gone

Sem título #292

Dream a little dream...

Numa sala perto de mim #440

Till (2022) tells the true story of the lynching of the 14-year-old Emmett Till in 1955 and of his mother's journey to get him justice. 90 years after the Civil War blacks in the South still had no rights. Sadly, many still don't. In a society apologetic of such horrible acts, courts can't be trusted and there is little hope of change.

Parece que estou a ouvir #390

Lonely Carousel

Rodrigo Leão with Beth Gibbons

It's a look
This game we play
We can't escape, we have to attend
It's life, you see

When I have tried to amuse myself
To celebrate the funfair
The pleasures I seek are far too discreet for me

And all the time the world unwinds
I can't deny the way I feel
The truth is lost
Beyond this lonely carousel

And all these words, they mean nothing at all
Just a cruel remedy, a strange tragedy
Of what will be

After I try to discover the answers to why
To look for a meaning
Inside of this dreaming I have

And words that I've said, they spin around
Waltzing alone inside my head
Nothing will change
It's always the same, please make it stop

And all the time the world unwinds
I can't deny the way I feel
The truth is lost
Beyond this lonely carousel

And all these words, they mean nothing at all
Just a cruel remedy a strange tragedy
Of what will be

And all the time the world unwinds
I can't deny the way I feel
The truth is lost
Beyond this carousel

Coisas que não mudam #616

Dia 15 de Janeiro será sempre dia 15 de Janeiro.

Numa sala perto de mim #439

The Lost King (2022) tells the story of the search for the grave of Richard III and the revision of history it entailed. Three notes:

(1) the image we have of past kings is either that which they wanted us to have and that they hired painters/chroniclers to leave for posterity; or that which their enemies wanted us to have, in the event they fell in disgrace, or were on the losing side of a conflict. In that case painters/chroniclers would write demonizing and derogatory accounts that may or may not bear any resemblance with reality.

(2) the movie shows the joys and hurdles the researcher goes through in search of the objective that can seem so elusively close or so discouragingly far at different points in time.

(3) the publicity act that research sponsors care for, much more than the scientific purpose of the project.

Parece que estou a ouvir #389

Brain Damage / Eclipse
Pink Floyd

The lunatic is on the grass.

The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.

The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon,

And if there is no room upon the hill,
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too,
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head.
You raise the blade, you make the change,
You rearrange me 'till I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key,
There's someone in my head but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear,

You shout and no one seems to hear,
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes,
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
"I can't think of anything to say, except...

I think it's marvelous."

All that you touch
And all that you see
All that you taste, all you feel
And all that you love
And all that you hate
All you distrust, all you save
And all that you give
And all that you deal
And all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
And all you create
And all you destroy
And all that you do
And all that you say
And all that you eat
And everyone you meet
And all that you slight
And everyone you fight
And all that is now
And all that is gone
And all that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune,
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon...
"There is no dark side in the moon really. Matter of fact, it's all dark."

Sem título #291

Compliment exchange

Palavras lidas #537

Everyone is Afraid of Something
by Dannye Romine Powell

Once I was afraid of ghosts, of the dark,
of climbing down from the highest
limb of the backyard oak. Now I'm afraid

my son will die alone in his apartment.
I'm afraid when I break down the door,
I'll find him among the empties-bloated,
discolored, his face a stranger's face.

My granddaughter is afraid of blood
and spider webs and of messing up.
Also bees. Especially bees. Everyone,
she says, is afraid of something.

Another fear of mine: that it will fall to me
to tell this child her father is dead.

Perhaps I should begin today stringing
her a necklace of bees. When they sting
and welts quilt her face, when her lips
whiten and swell, I'll take her
by the shoulders. Child, listen to me.
One day, you'll see. These stings
Are nothing. Nothing at all.

Ditto #536

A poem should not mean / But be.

--Archibald MacLeish

Retirado do contexto #412

Promessas, a outros encomendadas 😋😌

Parece que estou a ouvir #388

Sonhos em cante

CASA

por D.A.M.A. e Buba Espinho

Quantas pedras trago eu no sapato
Quantas vou tirar logo à tardinha
A dar-te um beijo

Lá vou na canseira deste dia
E ai, só vale a pena se acabar
A dar-te um beijo

A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A descansar

Amor eu casava na mesma se o teu pai não deixasse
Sou náufrago porto de abrigo farol e desastre
Eu prometo ser verdade
Chegar a casa fazer o jantar e tirar-te a saudade

Amor eu casava na mesma se o teu pai não deixasse
Sou náufrago porto de abrigo farol e desastre
Eu prometo ser verdade
Chegar a casa fazer o jantar e tirar-te a saudade

A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A descansar

Amor eu estou à tua porta vem ficar para sempre
Crianças no banco de trás e o pôr-do-sol em frente
E num abraço ser família
Nós somos Casa, Bagunça e Viagem para o resto da vida

Amor eu estou à tua porta vem ficar para sempre
Crianças no banco de trás e o pôr-do-sol em frente
Ser abraço, ser família
Nós somos Casa, Bagunça e Viagem para o resto da vida

E que o dia acabe assim

A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A descansar

A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A dar-te um beijo
Aninhado ao teu peito
A descansar

Sem título #290

Support network in place

Parece que estou a ouvir #387

Natal dos Simples

por Zeca Afonso

Vamos cantar as janeiras
Vamos cantar as janeiras
Por esses quintais adentro vamos
Às raparigas solteiras

Vamos cantar orvalhadas
Vamos cantar orvalhadas
Por esses quintais adentro vamos
Às raparigas casadas

Vira o vento e muda a sorte
Vira o vento e muda a sorte
Por aqueles olivais perdidos
Foi-se embora o vento norte

Muita neve cai na serra
Muita neve cai na serra
Só se lembra dos caminhos velhos
Quem tem saudades da terra

Quem tem a candeia acesa
Quem tem a candeia acesa
Rabanadas pão e vinho novo
Matava a fome à pobreza

Já nos cansa esta lonjura
Já nos cansa esta lonjura
Só se lembra dos caminhos velhos
Quem anda à noite à ventura

Caprichos #401

Pudim de ano velho!

Palavras lidas #536

Another Year
by Gary Johnson

Another year gone and the old man with the scythe
Is mowing closer. He hasn’t been subtle, has he.
Too many good people gone, and I could sit and cry
For them except that you look exceptionally snazzy
Despite the miles on your odometer,
As if you have a few more aces up your sleeve,
Maybe you were born under a lucky comet or
Maybe it’s the wine, but I do believe
When I look at you and take your hand you’re
Positively glowing. Maybe we’ve been sorry a
Long enough time and now we get some grandeur
And do our dance and sing our aria.
May this year bring us before it has flown
All we would have wished for had we only known.

Ditto #535

Education is our only political safety. Outside of this ark, all is deluge.

--Horace Mann