Ditto #603

Between two evils, I like to pick the one I haven't tried before.

--Mae West

Sem título #397

Hold on... to infinity...

Parece que estou a ouvir #481

Solidão
Sara Correia e António Zambujo

Já não sei viver sozinha
Por mais que diga que sim
Parece coisa tão pouca
Um beijo na tua boca
Mas é tanto para mim

E por mais contas que faça
O amor não se explica
Mais forte do que a razão
É dono do coração
E dele não abdica

Vem por isso, meu amor
Mesmo que seja já tarde
Porque é sempre muito cedo
P'ra te dizer em segredo
Que te quero de verdade

Já sinto os passos lá fora, ai
E um baque fundo no peito
Será que chegas agora?
Nesta espera hora a hora
Quando sozinha me deito

Eu já não sei viver sozinha
Por mais que diga que sim
Parece coisa tão pouca
Um beijo na tua boca
Mas é tanto para mim

Já sinto os passos lá fora
E um baque fundo no peito
Será que chegas agora?
Nesta espera hora a hora
Quando sozinha me deito

Quando sozinha me deito
Quando sozinha me deito
Quando sozinha me deito

Sem título #396

I wish...

Palavras lidas #605

A Dark Thing Inside the Day
by Linda Gregg

So many want to be lifted by song and dancing,
and this morning it is easy to understand.
I write in the sound of chirping birds hidden
in the almond trees, the almonds still green
and thriving in the foliage. Up the street,
a man is hammering to make a new house as doves
continue their cooing forever. Bees humming
and high above that a brilliant clear sky.
The roses are blooming and I smell the sweetness.
Everything desirable is here already in abundance.
And the sea. The dark thing is hardly visible
in the leaves, under the sheen. We sleep easily.
So I bring no sad stories to warn the heart.
All the flowers are adult this year. The good
world gives and the white doves praise all of it.

Coisas que não mudam #688

Remembrance Sunday

Abide with me

by H.F. Lyte (1793-1847)

Abide with me, fast falls the eventide
The darkness deepens Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail and comforts flee
Help of the helpless, oh, abide with me

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away
Change and decay in all around I see
O Thou who changest not, abide with me

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness
Where is death's sting?
Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee
In life, in death, o Lord, abide with me
Abide with me, abide with me

Ditto #605

If everyone pulled in the same direction the earth would keel over.

--Yiddish proverb

Parece que estou a ouvir #480

Madonna and Child, Duccio di Buoninsegna, 1290–1300

(at The Met)

As I kneel before you (Ave Maria)
lyrics by Maria Parkinson

As I kneel before you
as I bow my head in prayer,
take this day, make it yours
and fill me with your ove.

Ave Maria, gratia plena,
Dominus tecum, benedicta tu.

All I have I give you.
ev'ry dream and wish are yours;
mother of Christ, mother of mine,
present them to my Lord.

As I kneel before you
and I see your smiling face,
ev'ry thought, ev'ry word
is lost in your embrace.

Sem título #395

Surprise, surprise :-)

Conselhos úteis #21

Whatever happens: Keep Calmala and Carry Onala...

... good old Saturday Night Live :-)

Coisas que não mudam #687

I will loaf or not loaf as I please, but certainly never on demand...

... I'm a cat, and by definition, I need not justify myself!

Palavras lidas #604

all that
by Charles Bukowski

the only things I remember about
New York City
in the summer
are the fire escapes
and how the people go
out on the fire escapes
in the evening
when the sun is setting
on the other side
of the buildings
and some stretch out
and sleep there
while others sit quietly
where it’s cool.

and on many
of the window sills
sit pots of geraniums or
planters filled with red
geraniums
and the half-dressed people
rest there
on the fire escapes
and there are
red geraniums
everywhere.

this is really
something to see rather
than to talk about.

it’s like a great colorful
and surprising painting
not hanging anywhere
else.

Ditto #601

A door is what a dog is perpetually on the wrong side of.

--Ogden Nash

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!