Espantos #686

Apparently Charles De Gaule airport has a giant sleeping cat called Inès

Espantos #685

A constant on early morning flights out of the UK

and suddenly the cloud cover dissipates :-)

Sem título #385

Not challenged and undervalued...

Caprichos #449

Lição aprendida...

um thali para dois sff!

Parece que estou a ouvir #453

Chuvas de Verão

Caetano Veloso

Podemos ser amigos, simplesmente
Coisas do amor nunca mais
Amores do passado, no presente
Repetem velhos temas tão banais

Ressentimentos passam como o vento
São coisas de momento
São chuvas de verão

Trazer uma aflição dentro do peito
É dar vida a um defeito
Que se extingue com a razão

Estranha no meu peito
Estranha na minha alma
Agora eu tenho calma
Não te desejo mais

Podemos ser amigos, simplesmente
Amigos, simplesmente, nada mais

Podemos ser amigos, simplesmente

Coisas do amor nunca mais

Amores do passado, no presente
Repetem velhos temas tão banais

Ressentimentos passam como o vento
São coisas do momento
São chuvas de verão
Trazer uma aflição dentro do peito
É dar vida a um defeito
Que se extingue com a razão

Espantos #684

Esta tarde no gabinete, uma visita inesperada

curiosa, já se tinha aproximado umas vezes

mas desta, decidiu avançar para a janela

que não tem propriamente parapeiro do lado de fora

depois de uma inspecção mais de perto

foi altura de desmontar

e voltar à vida normal como se nada fosse...

Coisas que não mudam #679

War memorial at Coventry's Cathedral

In 

gratitude to God 

and to commend

to future generations

the self-sacrifice of

all those who served 

on the Home Front

during the Second

World War

Let each of you look not to your own interests but to the interests of others

Sem título #384

A little too long...

Coisas bonitas #170

Vivi... the cat that does not like soft surfaces...

Palavras lidas #597

The Last Swim of Summer
by Faith Shearin

Our pool is still blue but a few leaves
have fallen, floating on the surface

of summer. The other swimmers
went home last week, tossed

their faded bathing suits aside,
so my daughter and I are alone

in the water which has grown colder
like a man’s hand at the end of

a romance. The lifeguard is under
her umbrella but her bags are packed

for college. We are swimming against
change, remembering the endless

shores of June: the light like lemonade,
fireflies inside our cupped hands,

watermelon night. We are swimming
towards the darkness of what

is next, walking away from the sounds
of laughter and splashing, towels

wrapped around the dampness of our loss.

Ditto #594

By blood, I am an Albanian. By citizenship, I am Indian. By faith, I am a Catholic nun. As to my calling, I belong to the world. As to my heart, I belong entirely to the Heart of Jesus.

--Mother Teresa

Sem título #383

Enjoying the apocalypse...

Parece que estou a ouvir #452

A Nossa Guerra
Fábia Rebordão & Ney Matogrosso

Roça-me a saudade aquém de mim
Como nuvens rasas sobre a terra
E a minha alma triste olha por fim
Fizemos deste amor a nossa guerra

Dou-me ao meu cansaço,
roda-me no peito
Um soluço intenso que não sai
Falta-me o teu braço, onde eu fiz meu leito
E a saudade imensa se vai

Não há paz nos nossos corações
Nem sinais de tréguas sobre a cama
Nenhum cede ao outro e as razões
São velas gastas quase já sem chama

Dou-me ao meu cansaço,
roda-me no peito
Um soluço intenso que não sai
Falta-me o teu braço, onde eu fiz meu leito
E a saudade imensa se vai

Espantos #683

Pavões destemidos no Castelo de São Jorge

Coisas que não mudam #678

Cristo-Rei: de braços abertos para abraçar Lisboa...

diferente do outro Cristo, mas também com o seu charme.

Coisas bonitas #169

Cat profiles

Sem título #382

Mondays...

Palavras lidas #596

Enriching the Earth
by Wendell Berry

To enrich the earth I have sowed clover and grass
to grow and die. I have plowed in the seeds
of winter grains and of various legumes,
their growth to be plowed in to enrich the earth.
I have stirred into the ground the offal
and the decay of the growth of past seasons
and so mended the earth and made its yield increase.
All this serves the dark. I am slowly falling
into the fund of things. And yet to serve the earth,
not knowing what I serve, gives a wideness
and a delight to the air, and my days
do not wholly pass. It is the mind's service,
for when the will fails so do the hands
and one lives at the expense of life.
After death, willing or not, the body serves,
entering the earth. And so what was heaviest
and most mute is at last raised up into song.

Coisas que não mudam #677

Portas de Ródão vistas do rio...

a vista do cimo do monte mostra que depois da portas, o rio

segue despreocupado, curva contra curva com o comboio à direita.

Coisas bonitas #168

Nisa, Rua de Santa Maria

Ditto #593

If we can make children love intellectual effort," she wrote, "we shall prolong habits of study beyond school years.

--Susan Blow

Retirado do contexto #427

Uma casa para esta ficar

Foi neste dia #389 (1940)

Faz hoje 74 anos que o navio Quanza partiu de Lisboa

com refugiados judeus a bordo e destino aos EUA e México.

Caprichos #448

Cláudias, doces como o mel...

Parece que estou a ouvir #451

Your Lady

Carla Bruni

So I'll never be your lady
And I'll never be your girl
Although I love you madly
I'll never be your pearl

And when you come home at night
It won't be me
It won't be me who holds you tight
And it makes me wanna cry, and wanna love
And wanna die
Because without you nothing's right

So I'll never be your lady
There's an ocean we can't cross
So much fear, so much breaking
So much love and such a loss

But when you come home at night
It won't be me
It won't be me
It won't be me who holds you tight
And it makes me wanna cry
And wanna love
And wanna die
Because without you nothing's right

Oh, well, well, listen to me, baby
Our love is like gold
Just like gold from the mind
I hope I made you happy
And that you'll think of us sometimes

And I know when you go home at night, I know
It won't be me
It won't be me who holds you tight
And it makes me wanna cry
And wanna love
And wanna die
Because without you nothing's right
Because without you nothing's right

Sem título #381

What a little blackbird told me...

Coisas bonitas #167

Antúrios

Coisas que não mudam #676

Impressionante Coleção do Tesouro Real

no renovado Palácio da Ajuda

Coisas que não mudam #675

Para além dos gatos selvagens,

Alvalade tem também gatos domésticos

Palavras lidas #595

Losing My Sight
by Lisel Mueller

I never knew that by August
the birds are practically silent,
only a twitter here and there.
Now I notice. Last spring
their noisiness taught me the difference
between screamers and whistlers and cooers
and O, the coloraturas.
I have already mastered
the subtlest pitches in our cat's
elegant Chinese. As the river
turns muddier before my eyes,
its sighs and little smacks
grow louder. Like a spy,
I pick up things indiscriminately:
the long approach of a truck,
car doors slammed in the dark,
the night life of animals—shrieks and hisses,
sex and plunder in the garage.
Tonight the crickets spread static
across the air, a continuous rope
of sound extended to me,
the perfect listener.

Ditto #592

[on July 31, 1932] A guy named Adolf Hitler won an election in 1932. He won an election, and 50 million people died as a result of that election in World War II, including 6 million Jews. So, what I learned as a little kid is that politics is, in fact, very important.

--Bernie Sanders