Beautiful early morning colors // Belas cores matinais
05 agosto, 2020
04 agosto, 2020
Coisas bonitas #38
After a disappointing sunset yesterday, the sunrise this morning was very satisfying. Pigeon approved!
Depois de um deceptionante pôr-do-sol ontem, hoje o nascer do sol foi muito satisfatório. O pombo aprovou!
02 agosto, 2020
Palavras lidas #468
Reel
by Barbara Crooker
by Barbara Crooker
Maybe night is about to come
calling, but right now
the sun is still high in the sky.
It’s half-past October, the woods
are on fire, blue skies stretch
all the way to heaven. Of course,
we know winter is coming, its thin
winding sheets and its hard narrow bed.
But right now, the season’s fermented
to fullness, so slip into something
light, like your skeleton; while these old
bones are still working, my darling,
let’s dance.
calling, but right now
the sun is still high in the sky.
It’s half-past October, the woods
are on fire, blue skies stretch
all the way to heaven. Of course,
we know winter is coming, its thin
winding sheets and its hard narrow bed.
But right now, the season’s fermented
to fullness, so slip into something
light, like your skeleton; while these old
bones are still working, my darling,
let’s dance.
01 agosto, 2020
Ditto #448
All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.
--Molière
31 julho, 2020
30 julho, 2020
Caprichos #600
Delicious British cherries from tesco
may well be the factor that saves brexit from total disaster.
29 julho, 2020
27 julho, 2020
Coisas que não mudam #555
Volatilidade do tempo na Inglaterra.
Todo o dia choveu e fez vento, mas às 4.15pm parecia que o sol se mostraria sem vergonhas. Às 4.22pm o vento fincou pé de presença e às 5.38pm caiu uma carga de água que encharcaria mesmo quem tivesse guarda-chuva. Bom tempo para estar em casa!
26 julho, 2020
Caprichos #599
The teapot came with a sand watch, the carrot cake was rich, and the tearoom was also a bookshop. At Beatons in Moreton-in-Marsh.
O bule do chá veio acompanhado de ampulheta, o bolo de cenoura continha muita fruta, o salão de chá também vende livros. Chama-se Beatons e fica em Moreton-in-Marsh.
25 julho, 2020
Caprichos #598
Fish n' chips with mushy peas in Moreton in Marsh (Cotswolds)
Peixe frito com batatas fritas e (quase) puré de ervilhas
em Moreton in Marsh, uma pequena vila na região de Cotswolds
24 julho, 2020
23 julho, 2020
Coisas bonitas #36
Best place to catch the sunrise... without leaving the house!
O melhor local para apanhar o nascer do sol... sem sair de casa!
22 julho, 2020
21 julho, 2020
Palavras lidas #467
To Pain
by Dan Gerber
You begin the moment I wake up,
and even the moment before,
abiding companion, herald of my life,
though a little too strident at times.
I have little white pills to calm,
and even still, you. Sometimes
I think you've finally walked out,
but a little neglect is all it takes to win you back.
When you've stayed too long, I might
demand to know why you've chosen me.
What I may have done to summon you.
What retribution you represent.
But you tell me nothing more,
only that you are part of what a body feels,
only that you're part of what a heart endures
and what a mind transforms.
You are, after all,
like the fog this morning,
obscuring almost everything,
by Dan Gerber
You begin the moment I wake up,
and even the moment before,
abiding companion, herald of my life,
though a little too strident at times.
I have little white pills to calm,
and even still, you. Sometimes
I think you've finally walked out,
but a little neglect is all it takes to win you back.
When you've stayed too long, I might
demand to know why you've chosen me.
What I may have done to summon you.
What retribution you represent.
But you tell me nothing more,
only that you are part of what a body feels,
only that you're part of what a heart endures
and what a mind transforms.
You are, after all,
like the fog this morning,
obscuring almost everything,
till a tree emerges just beyond our yard,
and then, again, a fence corner
coming almost imperceptibly
back into view,
halfway up the next hill.
and then, again, a fence corner
coming almost imperceptibly
back into view,
halfway up the next hill.
20 julho, 2020
Ditto #447
Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself in your way of thinking.
-- Marcus Aurelius
19 julho, 2020
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11 julho, 2020
Palavras lidas #466
Carrie
by Ted Kooser
“There’s never an end to dust
and dusting,” my aunt would say
as her rag, like a thunderhead,
scudded across the yellow oak
of her little house. There she lived
seventy years with a ball
of compulsion closed in her fist,
and an elbow that creaked and popped
like a branch in a storm. Now dust
is her hands and dust her heart.
There’s never an end to it.
by Ted Kooser
“There’s never an end to dust
and dusting,” my aunt would say
as her rag, like a thunderhead,
scudded across the yellow oak
of her little house. There she lived
seventy years with a ball
of compulsion closed in her fist,
and an elbow that creaked and popped
like a branch in a storm. Now dust
is her hands and dust her heart.
There’s never an end to it.
10 julho, 2020
Ditto #446
TV and the Internet are good because they keep stupid people from spending too much time out in public.
—Douglas Coupland
Foi neste dia #362
Eder fez Portugal campeão europeu em 2016,
em 2020 a pandemia prolonga a duração do título.
Parece que estou a ouvir #319
Xutos & Pontapés
O meu país não deixou
Depois quis ir jogar a bola
A minha mãe não deixou
Tive vontade de voltar a escola
Mas o doutor não deixou
Fechei os olhos e tentei dormir
Aquela dor não deixou
Ó meu anjo da guarda
Faz-me voltar a sonhar
Faz-me ser astronauta e voar
O meu quarto é o meu mundo
O ecrã é a janela
Não choro em frente à minha mãe
Eu que gosto tanto dela
Mas esta dor não quer desaparecer
Vai-me levar com ela
Ó meu anjo da guarda
Faz-me voltar a sonhar
Faz-me ser astronauta e voar
Acordar meter os pés no chão
Levantar, pegar o que tens mais a mão
Voltar a rir, voltar a andar
Voltar Voltar
Voltarei
Voltarei
Voltarei
Voltarei
08 julho, 2020
Caprichos #595
Num dia de verão com chuva miúda e máxima de 16 graus
foi a azalea para o jardim apanhar água.
Acabado o recreio porque a noite arrefece, voltou para casa
encharcada de felicidade!
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