Coisas que não mudam #686

 Jack O'Lanterns on Halloween

Sem título #394

Any time... not for me though!

Cores de Outono #118

Da janela da casa de banho,

da janela da cozinha,

do princípio da rua

e já no campus

as cores de outono não escapam!

Coisas bonitas #177

Early foggy mornings

Parece que estou a ouvir #479

Follow the sun

Xavier Rudd

Follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done

Breath, breath in the air
Set your intentions
Dream with care

Tomorrow is a new day for everyone
A brand new moon, brand new sun

So follow, follow the sun
The direction of the birds
The direction of love

Breath, breath in the air
Cherish this moment
Cherish this breath

Tomorrow is a new day for everyone
Brand new moon, brand new sun

When you feel love coming down on you
Like a heavy wave
When you feel this crazy society
Headin' to the strand
Take a straw to the nearest waters
And remember your place
Many moons have risen and fallen long, 

long before you've came
So which way is the wind blowin'
And what does your heart say?

So follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done...

Pedaços de Oxford #2

Earlier this week at Oxford

a defying and strange looking ox

beautiful fall colours

Weston Library cafe

Wadham College

and the profusion of bikes :-)

Coisas bonitas #176

Beautiful water droplets everywhere

Sem título #393

Or maybe it's actually working fine...

Coisas que não mudam #685

Late October is the time of pumpkins and black cats...

... no less!

Coisas bonitas #175

Coloridos de fim de dia

Palavras lidas #603

Toward the End of August
by David Budbill

Toward the end of August I begin to dream about fall, how
this place will empty of people, the air will get cold and
leaves begin to turn. Everything will quiet down, everything
will become a skeleton of its summer self. Toward

the end of August I get nostalgic for what’s to come, for
that quiet time, time alone, peace and stillness, calm, all
those things the summer doesn’t have. The woodshed is
already full, the kindling’s in, the last of the garden soon

will be harvested, and then there will be nothing left to do
but watch fall play itself out, the earth freeze, winter come.

Ditto #600

I was very careful never to take an interesting job. Not an interesting one. I took lots of jobs. But if you have an interesting job you get interested in it. I also began in those years to keep early hours. [...] If anybody has a job and starts at 9, there’s no reason why they can’t get up at 4:30 or 5 and write for a couple of hours, and give their employers their second-best effort of the day — which is what I did.

--Mary Oliver

Cores de Outono #117

What may not seem like the peak of Fall colours in the morning

certainly appears so in the early afternoon

when the sun hits in full splendour;

but let us not forget it will be brief.

No other season reminds me more of the brevity of life.

Sem título #392

Every day lesson...

Parece que estou a ouvir #458

Deixei a minha casa

Carminho

Deixei a minha casa
Ao céu, ao abandono
Deixei portas abertas
E tudo pelo chão

Deixei a minha casa
No silêncio medonho
Ao frio e às giestas
Deixei-a à solidão

Lá dentro a ventania
Alheia à minha dor
Canta horas em vão
Num tempo que se atrasa

Ao sentir que partia
Morreu a minha flor
E numa escuridão
Deixei a minha casa

Nao terdei a fugir
Das memórias mais tristes
Mesmo de mãos vazias
Não me deixei ficar

E tinha de partir
Porque assim que tu saíste
Eu soube que saías
P’ra nunca mais voltar

Cores de Outono #116

We must be near the peak of fall colours

Cores de Outono #115

Even if the colours don't turn fully, it feels like Fall

Coisas que não mudam #684

Manhãs molhadas e frias de Outono

Coisas bonitas #174

Carefree, sleeping cats

Sem título #391

I have a low light environment in my office

whenever someone comes to meet me, I turn on the light and say 

"I live in darkness but you don't have to"

Palavras lidas #602

This Poem
by Wesley McNair

Before the age of doing
and photographing and filming
and texting what you did,
back when people simply did,
a girl got married at seventeen,

recalled tonight under lamplight
in an Ozark farmhouse by my old,
widowed Aunt Dot, the woman
who once was her. There were no
photos of the girl as she waited

in the truck with her first
two babies for her husband
to come out of the bar
until it was dark, and then
in the dark. Nobody filmed him

at the screen door of the kitchen,
waking from the spell
of his anger with a lead pipe
in his hand saying, “I believe
I killed that cow,” or filmed her

stepping between his fists
and her son on the night he broke
her nose. Literal, plainspoken
and sorrowful, Dot seems
to find her, the poor young girl,

married for life, and him, my uncle,
the good old boy everyone loved,
including me, in the shadows
cast by her lamp and chair,
just the three of them there,

and me, and the small,
hand-held device of this poem.

Ditto #599

The earth is mostly just a boneyard. But pretty in the sunlight.

--Larry McMurtry

Caprichos #452

Rose flavoured lassi at Dishoom

but my all-time favorite is the (rare) strawberry flavoured!

Retirado do contexto #428

Mango and Kiwi,

which are not cats.

Parece que estou a ouvir #457

Exemplo de 1972 na arte de escrever/cantar o que não se podia dizer

Português ó Malmequer 

Raul Solnado

Português, ó malmequer
Em que terra foste semeado?
Português, ó malmequer
Cada vez andas mais desfolhado

Malmequer és branco, branco
Que outra cor querem que escolhas
Se te querem ver bonito
Por que te arrancam as folhas?

Por muito humilde que sejas
Malmequer, ó meu amigo
Lá vem o dia da espiga
Que tens honras de trigo

Malmequer ou bem-me-quer
És a flor mais destroçada
Uns com muito, outros com pouco
E a maioria, sem nada

És uma flor sempre povo
Vem do povo a tua força
Estás bem agarrado à terra
Não há vento que te torça

Malmequer tens pouca cor
Mesmo assim és um valente
Antеs ser dez réis de flor
Do quе ser dez réis de gente

És branco da cor da paz
Mas seja lá por que for
Há p'raí uns malmequeres
Que andam a mudar de cor!

Regam-te a seiva com esperança
Mesmo assim não és feliz
Há muitas ervas daninhas
Que te atacam a raíz

Malmequer se fores regado
Num dia de muito sol
Cresce, cresce, cresce, cresce
Até seres um girassol!

Sem título #390

Unpleasantly large indeed...

Coisas bonitas #173

I bought a beautiful silvery plant

with purple back leaves

called trandescantia zebrina!

Pormenores #185

A chuva

não entra no fato do ganso!

Pormenores #184

tail held firm lest it escapes! / cauda bem segura antes que escape!