Espantos #660

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

como cresceram em pouco mais de duas semanas!

Sem título #313

Who needs alarm clocks anyway...

Primavera #174

Para se ver o efeito do sol. Sem

e com.

Parece que estou a ouvir #403

From 1997...

She's a star
by James

Whenever she's feeling empty
Whenever she's feeling insecure
Whenever her face is frozen
Unable to fake it anymore

Her shadow is always with her
Her shadow could always keep her small
So frightened that he won't love her
She builds up a wall

Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
Oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark
She's a star
She's a star

She's been in disguise forever
She's tried to disguise her stellar views
Much brighter than all this static
Now she's coming through

Oh no, she knows where to hide in the dark
Oh no, she's nowhere to hide in the dark
She's a star
She's a star

Don't tell her to turn down
Put on your shades if you can't see
Don't tell her to turn down
Turn up the flame
She's a star
She's a star

It's a long road
It's a great cause
It's a long road
Its a good call

You got it
You got it
She's a Star

Coisas bonitas #135

Beautiful Lizzie

Parece que estou a ouvir #402

De Abril de 1980!

Saiu para a Rua
por Rui Veloso

Saiu decidida para a rua
Com a carteira castanha
E o saia-casaco escuro
Tantos anos tantas noites
Sem sequer uma loucura

Ele saiu sem dizer nada
Talvez fosse ao teatro chino
Vai regressar de madrugada
E acordá-la cheio de vinho

Tantos anos tantas noites
Sem nunca sentir a paixão
Foram já as bodas de prata
Comemoradas em solidão

Pôs um pouco de batom
E um leve toque de pintura
Tirou do cabelo o travessão
E devolveu ao rosto a candura

Saiu para a rua insegura
Vagueou sem direção
Sorriu a um homem com tremura
E sentiu escorrer do coração
A humidade quente da loucura

Primavera #173

O auge da glicínea

Parece que estou a ouvir #401

(proud) Tina Turner 26.11.1939-24.05.2023

Proud Mary

Tina Turner

I left a good job in the city
Working for the man every night and day
And I never lost one minute of sleeping
I was worrying 'bout the way the things might've been

You know that big wheel keep on turning
Proud Mary keep on burning
And we're rolling, rolling, rolling yeah
Rolling on the river (the river)

Cleaned a lot of plates in Memphis
Pumped a lot of tane down in New Orleans
But I never saw the good side of the city
Until I hitched a ride on a riverboat queen

You know that big wheel keep on turning
Proud Mary keep on burning
And we're rolling, rolling, rolling yeah (rolling)
Rolling on the river

Say we're rolling (rolling) rolling yeah
Rolling on the river
The river

Sem título #312

embrace or nudge, so long as it's really hard :-)

Primavera #172

As mais bonitas rosas da estação

Foi neste dia #386 (1998)

Há 25 anos abria a Expo'98...

foi o espanto da década!

Palavras lidas #550

Bandito
by Eleanor Lerman

What gets you up in the morning?

For me it is the thought
that someday, I will be
as far away from here
as I can get

Watch me
rubbing out the lines behind me
I recommend it

I recommend
fooling everyone into thinking
that you have settled down
and then heading for the hills

The dog will bare his teeth
if instructed and meet up
with you later. It's good
you named him Bandito:
he'll watch your back

This, by the way, this is not a fantasy
It is page 69 (ha ha!) of the manual
I read when we were planning
the takeover

So it didn't happen—so what?
This is better
Wait until I tell you
what's on the next page

Ditto #549

There are many fine things which we cannot say if we have to shout.

--Henry David Thoreau

Numa sala perto de mim #444

Richard III - The king under the car park, with Mathew Morris (2021) is more of a documentary than a movie. It actually looks like a lot more like a recorded lecture by Professor Mathew Morris, archeologist at the University of Leicester, who headed the excavation project leading to the finding of the remains of king Richard III in 2012. The video gives a clear perspective of what research is, with the painstaking process of gathering and validating evidence starting from an initial theory. But nothing can get to that stage without the impetus (the hunch) that sets research on its path.

The difference between this video and the fictionalised story in The Lost King (2022) is the distance between the initial hunch and science. In my view, both are complementary.

Te lives of current royalty do not even come close to those of the past, marking literature and movies alike :-)

Sem título #311

Madness...

Coisas que não mudam #622

Quinta-feira da Ascensão é hoje... 40 dias depois da Páscoa

Coisas bonitas #134

Aprender a nadar

e a estar

Coisas que não mudam #621

Santo Cristo Senhor dos Açores

Sempre na sexta semana da páscoa

Coisas bonitas #133

Os 8 mais novos habitantes do campus :-)

Sem título #310

How lovely!

Palavras lidas #549

The Ice Man
by Jeanne Lohmann

Winters when the Olentangy River
froze deep enough, we cut the ice
into blocks, hauled them on sleds
to deep freeze storage.

In our town, Shorty Vanetta, the ice man,
muscled his pick and saw to cut
the twenty-, fifty-, and hundred-pound cakes
he hoisted to the thick leather pad on his shoulder.
With his big tongs he settled the ice into sawdust
on the bed of his delivery truck,
stopped at restaurants and family kitchens
with old-fashioned ice boxes where
the drip pans had to be emptied
before they overflowed.

In summer we watched for Shorty’s truck,
ran for the sparkling chips he
gave us in newspaper cones,
lifted the freezing melt
to our hot and eager tongues.

Ditto #548

Relationships are probably our greatest learning experiences.

--Wendy MacNaughton

Primavera #171

Quando chegam as papoilas já a Primavera vai alta

Parece que estou a ouvir #400

Rita Lee 31.12.1947-05.08.2023

Amor e sexo

Rita Lee

Amor é um livro
Sexo é esporte
Sexo é escolha
Amor é sorte

Amor é pensamento, 

teorema
Amor é novela
Sexo é cinema

Sexo é imaginação, 

fantasia
Amor é prosa
Sexo é poesia

O amor 

nos torna patéticos
Sexo é uma célula 

de epiléticos

Amor é cristão
Sexo é pagão
Amor é latifúndio
Sexo é invasão
Amor é divino
Sexo é animal
Amor é bossa nova
Sexo é carnaval, oh uouh

Amor é para sempre
Sexo também
Sexo é do bom
Amor é do bem

Amor sem sexo
É amizade
Sexo sem amor
É vontade

Amor é um
Sexo é dois
Sexo antes
Amor depois

Sexo vem dos outros
E vai embora
Amor vem de nós
E demora

Amor é cristão
Sexo é pagão
Amor é latifúndio
Sexo é invasão
Amor é divino
Sexo é animal
Amor é bossa nova
Sexo é carnaval, oh uouh

Amor é isso
Sexo é aquilo
E coisa e tal
E tal e coisa, uh hu uh

Ai o amor
Hmm o sexo, ahh

Retirado do contexto #418

A princípio tinha medo

agora domina o gato

Sem título #309

No objection!

Coisas que não mudam #620

Na Igreja de Santa Maria della Vita em Bolonha

Niccodemos

Maria Salomé e Maria

Maria

Maria e São João Apóstolo

Maria de Cléofas e Maria Madalena

diante do Cristo morto

na Lamentação de Cristo (Compianto).

Caprichos #412

Que bem que se come...

em Bolonha!

Primavera #170

Agora sim, chegaram os bluebells... e a Primavera :-)

Palavras lidas #548

Music
by Anne Porter

When I was a child
I once sat sobbing on the floor
Beside my mother’s piano
As she played and sang
For there was in her singing
A shy yet solemn glory
My smallness could not hold
And when I was asked
Why I was crying
I had no words for it
I only shook my head
And went on crying
Why is it that music
At its most beautiful
Opens a wound in us
An ache a desolation
Deep as a homesickness
For some far-off
And half-forgotten country
I’ve never understood
Why this is so
But there’s an ancient legend
From the other side of the world
That gives away the secret
Of this mysterious sorrow
For centuries on centuries
We have been wandering
But we were made for Paradise
As deer for the forest
And when music comes to us
With its heavenly beauty
It brings us desolation
For when we hear it
We half remember
That lost native country
We dimly remember the fields
Their fragrant windswept clover
The birdsongs in the orchards
The wild white violets in the moss
By the transparent streams
And shining at the heart of it
Is the longed-for beauty
Of the One who waits for us
Who will always wait for us
In those radiant meadows
Yet also came to live with us
And wanders where we wander.

Ditto #547

Music is the sound of the soul, the direct voice of the subjective world.

--Franz Kafka