Coisas que mudaram #30

Páscoa fria a saber a Natal

Sem título #362

No guilt...

Retirado do contexto #425

Sexta-feira santa cítrica

Coisas que não mudam #657

Promessas de figos

das poucas árvores que dão fruto sem flor

Parece que estou a ouvir #437

The Story

Brandi Carlile

All of these lines across my face

Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby, I broke them all for you
Oh, because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do, and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through like you do
And I was made for you

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
Oh, but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true, I was made for you

Oh, yeah, well it's true that I was made for you

Pedaços de Veneza #11

Longe do centro histórico

fica o bairro de Santa Elena numa das ilhas mais recentes de Veneza

apenas construídas nos anos 60 do século XX;

há roupa estendida, parque e marina,

como numa vulgar cidade à beira mar.

Sem título #361

Shameless...

Retirado do contexto #424

Domingo de Ramos com leitura da Paixão de São Marcos

em São Marcos

Coisas que não mudam #656

O fascínio dos gatos pelas flores

Pedaços de Veneza #10

Vistas do Canal Grande

Pedaços de Veneza #9

Decrépita, inóspita, mas magestosa,

Veneza lá vai...

Palavras lidas #580

The Field
by Tim Nolan

Remember that meadow up above the ridge
where the dog ran around in circles
and we were tired from the climb up
and everything was tilted sideways
including the running in circles
of the ecstatic dog his bright tongue
lapping at the air and we were
leaning into the heart of the field
where no battle ever took place
where no farmer ever bothered
to turn the soil yet everything
seemed to have happened there everything
seemed to be happening at once enough
so we’ve never forgotten how full the field
was and how we were there too and full

Ditto #579

That point of self-education which consists in teaching the mind to resist its desires and inclinations, until they are proven to be right, is the most important of all.

-- Michael Faraday

Sem título #360

It's all a question of fit...

Parece que estou a ouvir #436

O que temo e o que desejo
Lina e Rodrigo Cuevas

O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Que isso me dera da morte

O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Que isso me dera da morte

De maneira me sucede
Nunca o que a vontade pede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte

De maneira me sucede
Nunca o que a vontade pede
Alma e vida a toda a sorte

Con ganas de darme muerte
El morirme es dulce suerte
Ojos que os detenéis

Con ganas de darme muerte
El morirme es dulce suerte
Ojos que os detenéis

Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Acabad ya de matarme
Por que me resucitéis

Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Acabad ya de matarme
Por que me resucitéis

Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede

Alma e vida a toda a sorte
Que isso me dera da morte
De maneira me sucede

O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Nunca o que a vontade pede

O que temo, e o que desejo
Que sempre o que temo, vejo
Nunca o que a vontade pede

La llaga, cierto, es la mía
El morirme es alegría
Y así digo que acabéis

La llaga, cierto, es la mía
El morirme es alegría
Y así digo que acabéis

Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis

Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis

Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis

Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis

Ojos ya de matarme
Muerto volvéis a mirarme
Por que me resucitéis

Numa sala perto de mim #449

Anatomy of a Fall (2023) starts with the death of a member of a couple of academics who tragically falls from a high window. In the ensuing investigation and court case, it's apparent each of them likes their profession more than the life they built together, to the point that every emerging problem seems an imposition of the other on one's own work. The explanations for the death are plausible from the experts' perspective but uncorroborated by a third party, leaving the court's decision to the balance of probabilities. Which story is more likely is anyone's guess. There are no winners. Excellent acting and directing keeping the tension high for the entire duration of the film (2h32m).

Caprichos #439

Recently at Stratford-upon-Avon

Coisas bonitas #159

Mais

Coisas que não mudam #655

Crazy cat whiskers

Sem título #359

Perspective...

Palavras lidas #579

Moon-Breath
by Mary Jo Salter

Dark mornings staying dark
longer, another autumn

come, and the body one
day poorer yet,

from restless sleep I wake
early now to note

how the pale disk of moon
caves to its own defeat,

cold as yesterday’s fish
left over in the pan,

or miserly as a sliver
of dried soap in a dish.

Oh for a sparkling froth
of cloud, a little heat

from the sun! I shiver
at the window where I plant

one perfect moon-round breath,
as I liked to do as a girl

against the filthy glass
of the yellow school bus

laboring up the hill,
not thinking what I meant

but passionate, as if
I were kissing my own life.

Ditto #578

My imagination can picture no fairer happiness than to continue living for art

--Clara Schumann

Numa sala perto de mim #448

The Holdovers (2024) tells the stories of the unlikely trio left to spend Christmas on their own in a New England boarding school in the 1970s. A mother in mourning, a lonely teacher with poor social skills, and a troubled teenager make it work and learn from each other how to cope with the challenges at their different life stages. A beautiful movie.

Pormenores #181

Igreja de São João Baptista em Coventry

com os belos vitrais visiveis do lado de fora!

Parece que estou a ouvir #435

Daniel

Elton John

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
And I can see Daniel waving goodbye
Oh it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
And Daniel says it's the best place he's ever seen
He should know, he's been there enough
Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much, oh

Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky

Oh Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal?
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
And I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain oh
And I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, it must be the clouds in my eyes
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

Sem título #358

Familiar feeling :-)

Coisas que não mudam #354

Em Itália ou em Londres...

venchi, sempre venchi.

Coisas que não mudam #653

Another picture for the inquisitive cats collection

Espantos #679

Thousands gathered in Moscow for Navalny's funeral yesterday

risking arrest and defying the establishment with protest chants

in a demonstration of incredible courage.

Palavras lidas #578

Last Night I Was a Child Again in Raleigh
by Corey Mesler

Last night I was a child again
in Raleigh. And the
Dorich boys were on the roof
and my sister was
waiting behind the Monopoly
board and it was summer
and the heat was like
a separate personality and
dogs wandered here and
there unhindered by fences or
leashes and I could see
how my future spread out be-
fore me like a relief map
without relief and I only wanted
to fit in again, to find
my family intact, Scamp still
alive and my father,
regal in his recliner, an
ashtray full of cigarettes
near him and I wanted to say,
Father, stop now, stop please,
let this not be dream. Let it
be true that I am a child again
in Raleigh, under the
finest sun anyone had ever seen,
never to be seen again.

Ditto #577

As soon as the magic trick has been done the whole business of the fantasy writer is to keep everything else human and real.

--H.G. Wells