Sem título #333

How peculiar... and montessori!

Pedaços de Coventry #3

Now in central Coventry

a replica of the medieval Coventry cross

that used to figure in 15th century Coventry's market square.

Helps understand a bit better the city's historical heritage

Associated with Henry VI, the same of Cheylesmore House

Pedaços de Coventry #2

The medieval Manor house Cheylesmore (read Charlesmore)

has a back garden with medieval walls, 1970s buildings, and a background

with the 21st century structure of The Wave gym and Christchurch's spire

Parece que estou a ouvir #419

First we take Manhattan

Leonard Cohen

They sentenced me to 20 years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens (Guided, guided)
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin (I am guided by)
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons (Ooh, ooh)
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you I was one of those

Ah, you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business, mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you I was one of those

And I thank you for those items that you sent me, ha ha ha ha
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night, now I'm ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I am guided

Ah, remember me, I used to live for music (Baby)
Remember me, I brought your groceries in (Ooh, baby, yeah)
Well, it's Father's Day, and everybody's wounded
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Retirado do contexto #422

That moment when a simple duck

feels like the king of the lake!

Cores de Outono #104

Já se notam sim senhor as belas cores de Outono!

Sem título #332

Some compassion...

Retirado do contexto #420

Pink bubbly

for pink gifts

Coisas bonitas #144

Chuva de fim de estação

Palavras lidas #562

Heritage
by Louis Jenkins

Great-Grandmother Murphy was a proud woman.
She came from a well-to-do family that had con-
nections back east. She had presence and bearing.
Great-Grandpa Murphy was an Irishman of dubi-
ous ancestry and background. Nevertheless they
got married, as people do. Grandpa Murphy shuf-
fled along as they walked downtown, looking at the
ground or his feet. He found things that way; an
Indian arrowhead, sometimes a nickel or a dime. A
dime was worth something in those days. And here
is a perfectly good comb, just needs to be boiled a bit
to kill the bugs. Grandmother kept her head high as
she walked along; she was a Smith, after all, one of
the Smiths. But she never found anything.

Ditto #561

The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads.

--William Styron

Espantos #671

Spotless giraffe born in TN last month

Sem título #331

No will...

Parece que estou a ouvir #418

Era uma vez um cavalo

por Pedro Abrunhosa

Era uma vez um cavalo 

que vivia triste num carrossel.
E tinha as orelhas furadas
e a cabeça era feita de papel.

A galope, cha lá lá, sem parar, chá lá lá.
Cavalinho nunca sai do seu lugar. (bis)

Preso no seu carrossel
Corre corre cavalo de papel.
Tinha uma sela dobrada
E sonhava que corria pelo céu.

E a galope, cha lá lá, sem parar, chá lá lá.
Cavalinho nunca sai do seu lugar. (bis)

Mas um dia uma menina
Não queria sair do carrossel.
Libertou o cavalinho
Foge foge cavalinho de papel.

E a galope, cha lá lá, sem parar, chá lá lá.
Cavalinho já saiu do seu lugar. (bis)

Parece que estou a ouvir #417

No dia em que Natália Correia faria 100 anos

Queixa das almas jovens censuradas

Música: José Mário Branco
Letra: Natália Correia, 1971

Dão-nos um lírio e um canivete

e uma alma para ir à escola
mais um letreiro que promete
raízes, hastes e corola

Dão-nos um mapa imaginário
que tem a forma de uma cidade
mais um relógio e um calendário
onde não vem a nossa idade

Dão-nos a honra de manequim
para dar corda à nossa ausência.
Dão-nos um prémio de ser assim
sem pecado e sem inocência

Dão-nos um barco e um chapéu
para tirarmos o retrato
Dão-nos bilhetes para o céu
levado à cena num teatro

Penteiam-nos os crâneos ermos
com as cabeleiras das avós
para jamais nos parecermos
connosco quando estamos sós

Dão-nos um bolo que é a história
da nossa historia sem enredo
e não nos soa na memória
outra palavra que o medo

Temos fantasmas tão educados
que adormecemos no seu ombro
somos vazios despovoados
de personagens de assombro

Dão-nos a capa do evangelho
e um pacote de tabaco
dão-nos um pente e um espelho
pra pentearmos um macaco

Dão-nos um cravo preso à cabeça
e uma cabeça presa à cintura
para que o corpo não pareça
a forma da alma que o procura

Dão-nos um esquife feito de ferro
com embutidos de diamante
para organizar já o enterro
do nosso corpo mais adiante

Dão-nos um nome e um jornal
um avião e um violino
mas não nos dão o animal
que espeta os cornos no destino

Dão-nos marujos de papelão
com carimbo no passaporte
por isso a nossa dimensão
não é a vida, nem é a morte

Sem título #330

Postpone...

Coisas bonitas #143

No indeed. There aren't.

Pormenores #179

Depois de uma travessia Atlantica

as voltinhas da chegada

Palavras lidas #561

Falling
by Jane Attanucci

I’ve fallen many times:
the usual stumbles
over secret schoolgirl crushes,
head-over-heels for teen heartthrobs.
I loved them all.

I’ve fallen so many times:
tripped down the aisle
over husband, daughter, son.
Madly and deeply,
I love them all.

I’ve fallen again and again:
new friends, a mentor, a muse,
numerous books, a few authors,
four dear pups and a stranger, or two.
I loved them all.

I’ve fallen farther,
fallen faster,
now captivated, I tumble—
enthralled with my grandchildren.
I love them each, ever and all.

Ditto #560

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

--Allen Ginsberg

Coisas que não mudam #632

Halloween cards are now on shelves at CVS!

Espantos #670

Breakfast ant the Union Trust Building

439 Fifth Ave, Pittsburgh, PA 15219

Coisas bonitas #142

Sunsets on board

Espantos #669

At Heathrow Terminal 5... didn't take it but good to know!

Sem título #329

Fulfil your dreams!

Caprichos #424

American barbecue dinner at Burton Green, Coventry

Texas brisket and ribs... yummy!

Caprichos #423

Jantarinhos fora

em Setembro!

Parece que estou a ouvir #416

Road to Nowhere
Original by The Talking Heads
Cover by Nouvelle Vague (feat. Sandra Dee)

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And it's alright, baby, it's all right
And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day and it's all right

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
I'm feeling okay this morning
And you know
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Taking that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride
Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there, take you there

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And it's alright, baby, it's all right
And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day and it's all right
Baby, it's all right
Would you like to come along
You can help me sing the song
And it's all right
They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, it's all right

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And it's alright, baby, it's all right
And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day and it's all right
it's all right
Would you like to come along
You can help me sing the song
And it's all right, baby, it's all right
They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you and it's all right
Baby, it's all right

Palavras lidas #560

Black Bears
by Louis Jenkins

I like black bears. They are relatively common around
here, and they are usually not aggressive. Actually,
they are generally affable, loners mostly, but not
opposed to hanging out with humans now and then.
In fact, I’ve found that in many ways they are a lot
like us.

My friend, Richard, an older male, drops by now and
then and we hang out down on the shore, have a
couple of beers, but mostly we just sit and look out
at the water. We don’t have a lot to say. We aren’t
friends exactly, but we enjoy the company. Richard
says, at our age we don’t have friends. We have
associates.

Ditto #559

Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees...

-- Karle Wilson Baker