Amélia, um óptimo local de brunch em Campo de Ourique
06 abril, 2019
05 abril, 2019
04 abril, 2019
03 abril, 2019
Parece que estou a ouvir #288
The Gift
Um Verão, um simples Verão
Poemas, curtas prosas que guardei
Cá dentro a paz, o amor
Lá fora um grito, a dor
Memórias que nem sempre me lembrei
Amanhã será bem melhor
Pulsa o peito num só tremor
Uso e cruzo algum desnorte, provo a sorte
Tento, invento, o amor que é só meu
só teu, só nós, tão sós
Um Verão, um simples Verão
Poemas, curtas prosas que guardei
Não fiz por não querer, falei sem entender
Balanço e assim descanso um pouco a dor
Que de antiga já se abriga em meu redor
Amanhã será bem melhor
Pulsa o peito num só tremor
Uso e cruzo algum desnorte, provo a sorte
Tento, invento, o amor
Amanhã será bem melhor
Pulsa o peito num só tremor
Uso e cruzo algum desnorte, provo a sorte
Tento, invento, o amor que é só meu
só teu, só nós, tão sós
Amanhã será bem melhor
Pulsa o peito num só tremor
Uso e cruzo algum desnorte, provo a sorte
Tento, invento, o amor que é só meu
Uso e cruzo algum desnorte, provo a sorte
Tento, invento, o amor que é só meu
02 abril, 2019
Numa sala perto de mim #403
On the basis of sex (2018) shows how supreme court judge Ruth Bader Ginsburg became the most prominent gender discrimination lawyer in the 1970s. In a litigation world dominated by men, she fought to change laws that no one challenged because they upheld the tradition and norms in place throughout history. At a time when social change was already under way, Ginsburg was unconformed with legislation that did not reflect such change and prevented it from moving forward. Rather remarkable tenacity. On a side note, Felicity Jones has a knack for playing the role of wife of the sick man.
01 abril, 2019
Ditto #405
No one ever commanded a cat. You can shout at a cat, and it may vanish through the window, or it may ignore you begin washing its tail, or it may stare at you in pained surprise. But it will never apologize, never promise not to do it again.
--C. R. Milne
31 março, 2019
Numa sala perto de mim #402
The Old Man and the Gun (2018) it's an ode to the great Robert Redford, who plays a 75 year old classy bank robber that everybody likes: he is charming, polite, gentlemanly, and caring. Despite the topic, this is not a heist movie and all the action scenes happen off camera.
There are wonderful flashbacks of a young and handsome Redford, but the old one's smile captivates all the same. It may not be Robert Redford's last movie, but it feels like it.
30 março, 2019
Parece que estou a ouvir #287
This Skunk Anansie album was released in 1999... :-o!
Skunk Anansie
Survived, tonight, I may be going down,
Cause everything goes round too, tight, tonight,
And as, you watch me crawl, you stand for more.
And your panic stricken, blood will thicken up, tonight
Cause I don't want you, to forgive me,
You'll follow me down, you'll follow me down,
You'll follow me down
Survive tonight, (I see your) head's exposed,
So we shall kill, constructive might, it's right,
As your emotions fool you, (my) strong will rule,
And your panic stricken, blood will thicken up, tonight
Cause I don't want you, to forgive me,
You'll follow me down, you'll follow me down,
You'll follow me down
I won't feel restraint, watching you close sense down,
I can't compensate, that's more than I've got to give.
And your panic stricken, blood will thicken up, tonight
Cause I don't want you, to forgive me,
You'll follow me down, you'll follow me down,
You'll follow me down
29 março, 2019
Palavras lidas #408
Ecce Puer
by James Joyce
Of the dark past
A child is born.
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!
Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
Of the dark past
A child is born.
With joy and grief
My heart is torn.
Calm in his cradle
The living lies.
May love and mercy
Unclose his eyes!
Young life is breathed
On the glass;
The world that was not
Comes to pass.
A child is sleeping:
An old man gone.
O, father forsaken,
Forgive your son!
28 março, 2019
27 março, 2019
Pedaços de Veneza #8
Ainda as coisas que espantam em Veneza sobre as águas:
a urgência do hospital
as ambulâncias
e sempre, a decrepitude.
26 março, 2019
Parece que estou a ouvir #286
This song reminded me of little Rolfie longing for the outdoors.
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Bing Crosby & the Andrews Sisters
Music by Cole Porter & Lyrics by Robert Fletcher
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hovels and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in
Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies
Don't fence me in
Let me ride through the wide open country that I love
Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evenin' breeze
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees
Send me off forever but I ask you please
Don't fence me in
Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
Underneath the western skies
On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
Till I see the mountains rise
Ba boo ba ba boo
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses
And I can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences
Don't fence me in
No
Poppa, don't you fence me in
25 março, 2019
24 março, 2019
23 março, 2019
Coisas que não mudam #490
Vista à saída da estação de comboios de Santa Lucia em Veneza
Chega-se à estação no pináculo do desenvolvimento tecnológico do século XIX, mas sai-se para a cidade medieval, sem ruas, ou carros, ou bicicletas, ou transportes colectivos. No mínimo desconcertante.
22 março, 2019
21 março, 2019
Coisas bonitas #21
Fotografias aéreas:
a sombra do avião num círculo de luz
e os Alpes de neve, a aparecer de mansinho
até se tornarem dominantes
e mesmo massivos.
20 março, 2019
Coisas que não mudam #488
Devido a greve dos controladores de tráfego aéreo na Bélgica perdi o meu voo de ligação para Veneza. Felizmente, na Brussels Airlines, este é o tratamento a bordo ao fim de uma hora de embarque com o avião imobilizado na pista.
Em Bruxelas consegui lugar num outro voo para Veneza. Se é para passar quatro horas num aeroporto, mais vale que seja num país em que não se brinca com o chocolate.
Eu não me importaria se todo o chocolate do mundo fosse Belga...
... particularmente, deste tipo.
19 março, 2019
Coisas que não mudam #487
Neste dia do pai, lembro especialmente os pais (como o meu pai) que já não estão e também aqueles pais que já não são.
A todos os pais, sem excepção, Feliz dia do PAI.
18 março, 2019
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