Sem título #328

And when you see this happening... 🤦

Caprichos #422

Que bom é voltar ao Scrabble!

Caprichos #421

Flores de inverno

Verão #25

Timidez de verão

Parece que estou a ouvir #415

The Sound of Silence

by Simon and Garfunkel, here covered by Disturb

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, 

"The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence

Coisas que não mudam #631

Good morning Rolf!

Sem título #327

Yep...

Caprichos #420

Grandes sombras matinais

Espantos #668

Já se veem por aí

os cogumelos gigantes,

Palavras lidas #559

Plentitude
by Ann Iverson

Even near the very end
the frail cat of many years
came to sit with me
among the glitter of bulb and glow
tried to the very last to drink water
and love her small world
would not give up on her curious self.
And though she staggered — shriveled and weak
still she poked her nose through ribbon and wrap
and her peace and her sweetness were of such
that when I held my ear to her heart
I could hear the sea.

Ditto #558

War is a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

--Thomas Mann

Numa sala perto de mim #445

Oppenheimer (2023) gives a pretty accurate view of American born J. Robert Oppenheimer's adult life, from his days as a graduate student in Europe; through his career as a full fledged scientist, teaching at the California Institute of Technology; his heading of the Manhattan Project in Los Alamos; and his post-war life at Princeton. His anti-nuclear activism post-war and the unfair espionage accusations brought against him in the context of the Cold War also feature in the film. A life in full.

Sem título #326

Some simple rules... useless!

Parece que estou a ouvir #414

Heaven

by the Psychadelic Furs, covered here by Nouvelle Vague

Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart

There's too many kings
Wanna hold you down
And a world at the window
Gone underground
There's a hole in the sky
Where the sun don't shine
And a clock on the wall
And it counts my time

And Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart

There's a song on the air with a
'Love you' line
And a face in a glass and it
Looks like mine
And I'm standing on ice when I say that I don't hear planes
And I scream at the fools wanna jump my train

And Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Ah, Heaven
Yeah, Heaven

Parece que estou a ouvir #413

Ouvi Dizer

MARO

Ouvi dizer que a noite tudo lava
Fiquei p'ra ver, mas eu cá não vi nada
Fiquei até à madrugada
Da noite passou p'ra dia e eu que tanto queria começar outra vez
Já nem sei quem me dizia, mas sei que é mentira

Ouvi dizer que nada dura muito
Quis ver p'ra crer não fosse ser injusto
Quis ver até virar desgosto
De dia passou a ano, eu virei oceano e deixei-me perder
Já nem sei qual era o plano, mas sei que é insano

Ouvi dizer que a noite tudo lava
Fiquei p'ra ver, mas eu cá não vi nada
Fiquei até à madrugada

Parece que estou a ouvir #412

Society

Eddie Vedder

Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed, with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
You think you need
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'Cause when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely without me

There's those thinking, more or less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keeping score?
Means for every point you make, your level drops
Kinda like you're starting from the top
You can't do that

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely without me

Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely
Without me

Coisas que não mudam #630

Em Fátima a 13 de Agosto, hoje

Tomai e recebei as horas do meu dia:

Alegrias e dores, penas e trabalhos;

Fora eu rico, Senhor, e muito Vos daria,

Mas sei que nada valho.

Sem título #325

Simple logic

Palavras lidas #558

What I Learned from My Mother
by Julia Kasdorf

I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.

Ditto #557

Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.

--Bruce Lee

Parece que estou a ouvir #411

Cálice
Chico Buarque e Milton Nascimento

Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
De vinho tinto de sangue

Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
De vinho tinto de sangue

Como beber dessa bebida amarga?
Tragar a dor, engolir a labuta?
Mesmo calada a boca, resta o peito
Silêncio na cidade não se escuta
De que me vale ser filho da santa?
Melhor seria ser filho da outra
Outra realidade menos morta
Tanta mentira, tanta força bruta

Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
De vinho tinto de sangue

Como é difícil acordar calado
Se na calada da noite eu me dano
Quero lançar um grito desumano
Que é uma maneira de ser escutado
Esse silêncio todo me atordoa
Atordoado eu permaneço atento
Na arquibancada pra a qualquer momento
Ver emergir o monstro da lagoa

Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
De vinho tinto de sangue

De muito gorda a porca já não anda
De muito usada a faca já não corta
Como é difícil, pai, abrir a porta
Essa palavra presa na garganta
Esse pileque homérico no mundo
De que adianta ter boa vontade?
Mesmo calado o peito, resta a cuca
Dos bêbados do centro da cidade

Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
Pai, afasta de mim esse cálice
De vinho tinto de sangue

Talvez o mundo não seja pequeno
Nem seja a vida um fato consumado
Quero inventar o meu próprio pecado
Quero morrer do meu próprio veneno
Quero perder de vez tua cabeça
Minha cabeça perder teu juízo
Quero cheirar fumaça de óleo diesel
Me embriagar até que alguém me esqueça

Coisas bonitas #141

Agora de noite

Retirado do contexto #420

Marketing

Sem título #324

Don't be so hard on yourself!

Espantos #667

Amanhecer ritmado no Parque Tejo aos sons do Padre Guilherme

Parece que estou a ouvir #410

Estrela

Carminho

Tu és a estrela que guia o meu coração
Tu és a estrela que iluminou meu chão
És o sinal de que eu conduzo o destino
Tu és a estrela e eu sou o peregrino

Até aqui foi uma escuridão tão
Dessas que nos faz ser sábios do mundo
Vivi desilusão tão desigual
Que vim dar a minha infância num segundo

Nem sabes tu aquilo que fizeste
Por mim, até por ti quando chegaste
Só sei que ao te ver tu reergueste
O que em mim era só cinza e desgaste

Tu és a estrela que guia o meu coração
Tu és a estrela que iluminou meu chão
És o sinal de que eu conduzo o destino
Tu és a estrela e eu sou o peregrino

Bem mais feliz agora certamente
Vou eu seguindo assim pela vida afora
Não mais estarei sozinha, estou bem crente
Que o teu feixe de luz própria me segue agora

Tu és a estrela que guia o meu coração
Tu és a estrela que iluminou meu chão
És o sinal de que eu conduzo o destino
Tu és a estrela e eu sou o peregrino
Tu és a estrela e eu sou o peregrino

Espantos #666

Descolagem sincronizada em Figo Maduro

Espantos #665

Serafina #JMJ23

Espantos #664

Cerimónia de acolhimento #JMJ23

Palavras lidas #557

Waves and Wet Kisses
by Ann Iverson

I had only seen my parents kiss twice.
The first time after my father’s ear surgery.
I was seven or so, don’t recall the nature of the kiss
but only that his hearing was bad
from his youthful years of lifeguarding.
Or was it after he tore the cartilage around his ribs
from lifting heavy glass bottles of milk?
I don’t recall.

The second time was after my mother’s mastectomy.
They rolled her out of recovery.
She looked sad without her glasses —
eyes, small and watery.
He bent over and touched his lips to hers
then turned away and shook his head.

So that is it; that is all.
Two small kisses
for me to coast on like a wave.

Ditto #556

People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. 

--Maya Angelou