Espantos #702

Saudades do Rolf -- missing Rolf

Palavras lidas #634

Breakfast Song
by Elizabeth Bishop

My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue.
I kiss your funny face,
your coffee-flavored mouth.
Last night I slept with you.
Today I love you so
how can I bear to go
(as soon I must, I know)
to bed with ugly death
in that cold, filthy place,
to sleep there without you,
without the easy breath
and nightlong, limblong warmth
I've grown accustomed to?
—Nobody wants to die;
tell me it is a lie!
But no, I know it's true.
It's just the common case;
there's nothing one can do.
My love, my saving grace,
your eyes are awfully blue
early and instant blue.

Ditto #629

Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.

--Winston Churchill, on 20.08.1940 as hte Battle of Britain raged on successfully holding off the Luftwaffe

Sem título #361

Illusion... delusion...

Parece que estou a ouvir #505

Oliver's Army
Elvis Costello

Don't start that talking
I could talk all night
My mind was sleepwalking
While I'm putting the world to right
Call careers information
Have you got yourself an occupation?

Oliver's army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

There was a Checkpoint Charlie
He didn't crack a smile
But it's no laughing party
When you've been on the murder mile
Only takes one itchy trigger
One more widow, one less white nigger

Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today

Hong Kong is up for grabs
London is full of Arabs
We could be in Palestine
Overrun by the Chinese line
With the boys from the Mersey and the Thames and the Tyne

But there's no danger
It's a professional career
Though it could be arranged
With just a word in Mr. Churchill's ear
If you're out of luck or out of work
We could send you to Johannesburg

Oliver's Army is here to stay
Oliver's army are on their way
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
And I would rather be anywhere else
But here today
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh

Espantos #701

Hummingbird - Beija-flor

Espantos #700

Early morning backyard visitors

Coisas bonitas #205

Sunrise at the Ridge

Coisas bonitas #204

Gigi, the cutest calico kitten!

Espantos #699

Malahat

Sem título #360

Stress is the cause of everything these days

Palavras lidas #633

Pilgrims
by G.E. Johnson

Out of the flat dry country where I seem to be
Stuck these days I'd like to sail up the West Coast
On a cruise ship with strangers and you and me
Lying in bed, feeling the engines vibrate far below.
We'd dress up for dinner in the grand salon
And dine on champagne and oysters like tycoons
And when the ship comes to port, we'd stay on
Board and walk the decks and hear old tunes
Drift across the water as we promenade
Like "If I Had You" which Bucky Weil played
So beautifully. God rest his elegant spirit.
And here we are, so lucky to be able to hear it:
We are pilgrims afforded room and board.
And each day, my darling, is its own reward.

Ditto #628

It’s a place where you can afford to fail. You can try things that you don’t know will work. If they don’t, you might find out why.

--Lanford Wilson

Parece que estou a ouvir #504

E chegou Agosto...

Agosto

Ana Bacalhau

Ai ai, o verão nunca mais vem
De braços cruzados esperamos
Ai, o céu nunca mais tem
Aquela cor que gostamos
Ai, elas dançam tão bem
Como é que aguentamos?
Ai, verão, dança também
Que assim todos dançamos

Ai, ai, que o corpo precisa
De sol para se alimentar
Ai, ai, que o sorriso chama
A luz que brilha no mar
Ai, ai, que os cabelos cantam
E aprendem a dançar
Ai, que os amores carecem
De calor para fermentar

E se fosse eu a mandar
Ninguém teria um desgosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Era o ano todo agosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Ninguém teria um desgosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Era o ano todo agosto

Ai, ai, que os meses não passam
Nunca chegam ao final
Ai, mas se ao menos durasse
Um pouco mais o carnaval
Ai, que é como no verão
Lá ninguém leva a mal
Ai, o inverno já cansa
Quero um outro ritual

Ai, ai, que o corpo precisa
De sol para se alimentar
Ai, ai, que o sorriso chama
A luz que brilha no mar
Ai, ai, que os cabelos cantam
E aprendem a dançar
Ai, os amores carecem
De calor para fermentar

E se fosse eu a mandar
Ninguém teria um desgosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Era o ano todo agosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Ninguém teria um desgosto
Se fosse eu a mandar

Se fosse eu a mandar
Ninguém teria um desgosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Era o ano todo agosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Ninguém teria um desgosto
Se fosse eu a mandar
Era o ano todo agosto

Sem título #359

Their space is theirs, your space is also theirs

Caprichos #484

Farófias e

Salame

Coisas que não mudam #711

Para cá da Gardunha...

... para lá da Gardunha

Retirado do contexto #440

Half cat... peekaboo, where are you Milooooo?

Palavras lidas #632

Woman with a Hole in Her Stocking
by Anya Krugovoy Silver

Such a universal female gesture,
a woman grabbing the seam of her stocking,
tugging it forward over the exposed toe,
tucking it under her foot so the tear won’t show.
There’s something graceful and humble
about the way she will balance, crane-like,
on one foot, cradling the other in her hand,
her back bent, her face tilted downward,
trying to hide the damage of the splintered
floorboard, or untrimmed toenail.
Sometimes, while she’s leaning over,
a strand will float loose from its ponytail.
Then she’ll stand, recombing her hair
with her hands, repair after tiny repair.

Ditto #627

I sometimes joke that my greatest shortcoming as a writer is that I had an extremely happy childhood

--Anna Quindlet

Caprichos #483

Três foi a conta que Deus fez

Sem título #358

Inference based on observables

Coisas bonitas #203

Lisboa à noite...

boémia, estouvanada mas bairrista :-)

Caprichos #482

Sintra

Parece que estou a ouvir #503

Weigenlied
Brahms, 1868

Guten Abend, gut' Nacht,
mit Rosen bedacht,
mit Näglein besteckt,
schlupf' unter die Deck':
Morgen früh, wenn Gott will,
wirst du wieder geweckt.

Guten Abend, gut' Nacht,
von Englein bewacht,
die zeigen im Traum
dir Christkindleins Baum:
schlaf nun selig und süß,
schau im Traum's Paradies.
___________

Good evening, good night,
With roses covered,
With cloves adorned,
Slip under the covers.
Tomorrow morning, if God wills,
you will wake once again.

Good evening, good night.
By angels watched,
Who show you in your dream
the Christ-child's tree.
Sleep now blissfully and sweetly,
see paradise in your dreams.

Retirado do contexto #439

Roca mas não de velha

Coisas bonitas #202

Ambience

Sem título #357

Yaaaaay!!

Espantos #698

Voltas e mais voltas, borregagem e finalmente Lisboa

Conselhos úteis #23

Morning exercises

Caprichos #481

Sparkly shoes

Palavras lidas #631

This is my letter to the World...
by Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me—
The simple News that Nature told—
With tender Majesty

Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see—
For love of Her—Sweet—countrymen—
Judge tenderly—of Me

Ditto #626

To restore the human subject at the center, we must deepen a case history to a narrative or tale; only then do we have a ‘who’ as well as a ‘what,’ a real person, a patient, in relation to disease.

--Oliver Sacks

Retirado do contexto #438

Jorge goes 60

Conselhos úteis #22

Portas podem ser mesas

Sem título #356

The magnitude of stupidity

Parece que estou a ouvir #502

La Folie
The Stranglers

Bonsoir

Ton véhicule n'a pas l'air d'avoir de passager
Peux-tu, veux-tu me recevoir
Sans trop te déranger
Mes bottes ne feront pas trop d'échos dans ton couloir
Pas de bruit avec mes adieux
Pas pour nous les moments perdus
En attendant un incertain au revoir

Parce que j'ai la folie
Oui j'ai la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie

Il était une fois un étudiant
Qui voulait fort, comme en littérature
Sa copine, elle était si douce
Qu'il pouvait presque, en la mangeant
Rejeter tous les vices
Repousser tous les mals
Détruire toutes beautés
Qui par ailleurs, n'avait jamais été ses complices

Parce qu'il avait la folie
Il avait la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie

Et si parfois l'on fait des confessions
À qui les raconter
Même le bon Dieu nous a laisse tomber
Un autre endroit, une autre vie
Eh oui, c'est une autre histoire
Mais à qui tout raconter
Chez les ombres de la nuit
Au petit matin, au petit gris
Combien de crimes ont été commis
Contre les mensonges et soi disant les lois du cœur
Combien sont là à cause de la folie

Parce qu'ils ont la folie
Ils ont la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie
Oui c'est la folie

La folie
La folie
La folie
La folie
La folie

Coisas bonitas #201

Lisbon with pink skies after sunset

Caprichos #480

Humongous pizza

Caprichos #479

Um queimadinho para mim por favor

Coisas bonitas #200

Beautiful calico kitten Gigi

Sem título #355

Moon advice