In certain ways writing is a form of prayer.
--Denise Levertov
20 setembro, 2024
18 setembro, 2024
17 setembro, 2024
Parece que estou a ouvir #455
Charles Aznavour
You are the one for me for me for me
Formidable
You are my love, very very very
Véritable
Et je voudrais pouvoir un jour enfin te le dire
Te l'écrire
Dans la langue de Shakespeare
My daisy daisy dasy
Désirable
Je suis malheureux
D'avoir si peu de mots
À t'offrir en cadeau
Darling I love you, love you
Darling I want you
Et puis c'est à peu près tout
You are the one for me
For me, for me, formidable
You are the one for me for me
Formidable
But how can you see me see me see me
Si minable
Je ferais mieux d'aller choisir mon vocabulaire
Chérie, pour te plaire
Dans la langue de Molière
Toi, tes yeux, ton nez, ta bouche
Adorables
Tu n'as pas compris
Tant pis
Ne t'en fais pas et
Viens-t'en dans mes bras
Darling I love you, love you
Darling I want you
Et puis le reste on s'en fout
You are the one for me
For me, formidable
Je me demande même
Pourquoi je t'aime
Toi qui te moques de moi et de tout
Avec ton air canaille
Canaille, canaille
How can I love you
You are the one for me for me for me
Formidable
You are my love, very very very
Véritable
Et je voudrais pouvoir un jour enfin te le dire
Te l'écrire
Dans la langue de Shakespeare
My daisy daisy dasy
Désirable
Je suis malheureux
D'avoir si peu de mots
À t'offrir en cadeau
Darling I love you, love you
Darling I want you
Et puis c'est à peu près tout
You are the one for me
For me, for me, formidable
You are the one for me for me
Formidable
But how can you see me see me see me
Si minable
Je ferais mieux d'aller choisir mon vocabulaire
Chérie, pour te plaire
Dans la langue de Molière
Toi, tes yeux, ton nez, ta bouche
Adorables
Tu n'as pas compris
Tant pis
Ne t'en fais pas et
Viens-t'en dans mes bras
Darling I love you, love you
Darling I want you
Et puis le reste on s'en fout
You are the one for me
For me, formidable
Je me demande même
Pourquoi je t'aime
Toi qui te moques de moi et de tout
Avec ton air canaille
Canaille, canaille
How can I love you
16 setembro, 2024
14 setembro, 2024
Numa sala perto de mim #453
One Life (2023) is based on the story of Nicholas Winton, a British man who, instead of staying by, took action to make a terrible wrong right. In 1939 he developed strenuous efforts to save refugee Jewish children stranded in occupied Prague... he was able to bring to safety 689 children but all his life he thought of those he could not save.
13 setembro, 2024
12 setembro, 2024
11 setembro, 2024
Palavras lidas #598
Who the Meek Are Not
by Mary Karr
Not the bristle-bearded Igors bent
under burlap sacks, not peasants knee-deep
in the rice paddy muck,
nor the serfs whose quarter-moon sickles
make the wheat fall in waves
they don't get to eat. My friend the Franciscan
nun says we misread
that word meek in the Bible verse that blesses them.
To understand the meek
(she says) picture a great stallion at full gallop
in a meadow, who—
at his master's voice—seizes up to a stunned
but instant halt.
So with the strain of holding that great power
in check, the muscles
along the arched neck keep eddying,
and only the velvet ears
prick forward, awaiting the next order.
by Mary Karr
Not the bristle-bearded Igors bent
under burlap sacks, not peasants knee-deep
in the rice paddy muck,
nor the serfs whose quarter-moon sickles
make the wheat fall in waves
they don't get to eat. My friend the Franciscan
nun says we misread
that word meek in the Bible verse that blesses them.
To understand the meek
(she says) picture a great stallion at full gallop
in a meadow, who—
at his master's voice—seizes up to a stunned
but instant halt.
So with the strain of holding that great power
in check, the muscles
along the arched neck keep eddying,
and only the velvet ears
prick forward, awaiting the next order.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
10 setembro, 2024
Ditto #596
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
--Federico García Lorca
08 setembro, 2024
Pedaços de Sacramento
Sacramento, a capital do estado da California tem
palmeiras e palmeiras
um capitólio
uma ponte dourada
bastantes esculturas no centro da cidade
esta em homenagem aos que perderam a vida ao serviço do estado
e suas familias
07 setembro, 2024
Parece que estou a ouvir #454
Maria Bethânia & Gal Costa
Sonho meu
Vai buscar quem mora longe
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Vai buscar quem mora longe
Sonho meu
Vai mostrar esta saudade
Sonho meu
Com sua liberdade
Sonho meu
No meu céu a estrela-guia
Se perdeu
A madrugada fria só me traz melancolia
Sonho meu
Sinto o canto da noite na boca do vento
Fazer a dança das flores no meu pensamento
Traz a pureza de um samba
Sentido, marcado de mágoas de amor
Um samba que mexe o corpo da gente
E o vento vadio embalando a flor
Traz a pureza de um samba
Sentido, marcado de mágoas de amor
Um samba que mexe o corpo da gente
E o vento vadio embalando a flor
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Vai buscar quem mora longe
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Vai buscar quem mora longe
Sonho meu
Vai mostrar esta saudade
Sonho meu
Com a sua liberdade
Sonho meu
No meu céu a estrela-guia
Se perdeu
A madrugada fria só me traz melancolia
Sonho meu
Sinto o canto da noite na boca do vento
Fazer a dança das flores no meu pensamento
Traz a pureza de um samba
Sentido, marcado de mágoas de amor
Um samba que mexe o corpo da gente
E o vento vadio embalando a flor
Traz a pureza de um samba
Sentido, marcado de mágoas de amor
Um samba que mexe o corpo da gente
E o vento vadio embalando a flor
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Vai buscar quem mora longe
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Sonho meu
Sonho meu, sonho meu, sonho meu
Vai buscar quem mora longe
Sonho meu
06 setembro, 2024
05 setembro, 2024
04 setembro, 2024
Coisas que não mudam #681
Regresso à bela São Miguel
ao Santo Cristo
ao bife do Alcides
às Furnas
ao cozido das Furnas, desta vez no Tony
ao Parque Terra Nostra
Etiquetas:
Coisas que não mudam,
Travel
03 setembro, 2024
Coisas que não mudam #680
A 29 de Março de 2022 no Parque Terra Nostra, Furnas, Açores
2 anos 5 meses e 5 dias depois, hoje, mas imediações da piscina termal do mesmo Parque
Etiquetas:
Coisas que não mudam
02 setembro, 2024
Palavras lidas #597
Sonnet
by Willa Cather
Alas, that June should come when thou didst go;
I think you passed each other on the way;
And seeing thee, the Summer loved thee so
That all her loveliness she gave away;
Her rare perfumes, in hawthorn boughs distilled,
Blushing, she in thy sweeter bosom left,
Thine arms with all her virgin roses filled,
Yet felt herself the richer for thy theft;
Beggared herself of morning for thine eyes,
Hung on the lips of every bird the tune,
Breathed on thy cheek her soft vermilion dyes,
And in thee set the singing heart of June.
And so, not only do I mourn thy flight,
But Summer comes despoiled of her delight.
by Willa Cather
Alas, that June should come when thou didst go;
I think you passed each other on the way;
And seeing thee, the Summer loved thee so
That all her loveliness she gave away;
Her rare perfumes, in hawthorn boughs distilled,
Blushing, she in thy sweeter bosom left,
Thine arms with all her virgin roses filled,
Yet felt herself the richer for thy theft;
Beggared herself of morning for thine eyes,
Hung on the lips of every bird the tune,
Breathed on thy cheek her soft vermilion dyes,
And in thee set the singing heart of June.
And so, not only do I mourn thy flight,
But Summer comes despoiled of her delight.
Etiquetas:
Palavras lidas,
Poesia-Poetry
01 setembro, 2024
Ditto #595
We were the children of the immigrants who had camped at the city's back door ... a place that measured all success by our skill in getting away from it.
--Alfred Kazin
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