Sem título #328

And when you see this happening... 🤦

Caprichos #422

Que bom é voltar ao Scrabble!

Caprichos #421

Flores de inverno

Verão #25

Timidez de verão

Parece que estou a ouvir #415

The Sound of Silence

by Simon and Garfunkel, here covered by Disturb

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams, I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, 

"The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And whispered in the sound of silence

Coisas que não mudam #631

Good morning Rolf!

Sem título #327

Yep...

Caprichos #420

Grandes sombras matinais

Espantos #668

Já se veem por aí

os cogumelos gigantes,

Palavras lidas #559

Plentitude
by Ann Iverson

Even near the very end
the frail cat of many years
came to sit with me
among the glitter of bulb and glow
tried to the very last to drink water
and love her small world
would not give up on her curious self.
And though she staggered — shriveled and weak
still she poked her nose through ribbon and wrap
and her peace and her sweetness were of such
that when I held my ear to her heart
I could hear the sea.

Ditto #558

War is a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.

--Thomas Mann

Numa sala perto de mim #445

Oppenheimer (2023) gives a pretty accurate view of American born J. Robert Oppenheimer's adult life, from his days as a graduate student in Europe; through his career as a full fledged scientist, teaching at the California Institute of Technology; his heading of the Manhattan Project in Los Alamos; and his post-war life at Princeton. His anti-nuclear activism post-war and the unfair espionage accusations brought against him in the context of the Cold War also feature in the film. A life in full.

Sem título #326

Some simple rules... useless!

Parece que estou a ouvir #414

Heaven

by the Psychadelic Furs, covered here by Nouvelle Vague

Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart

There's too many kings
Wanna hold you down
And a world at the window
Gone underground
There's a hole in the sky
Where the sun don't shine
And a clock on the wall
And it counts my time

And Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart

There's a song on the air with a
'Love you' line
And a face in a glass and it
Looks like mine
And I'm standing on ice when I say that I don't hear planes
And I scream at the fools wanna jump my train

And Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven
Don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Is the whole of our hearts
And Heaven don't tear you apart
Yeah, Heaven
Ah, Heaven
Yeah, Heaven

Parece que estou a ouvir #413

Ouvi Dizer

MARO

Ouvi dizer que a noite tudo lava
Fiquei p'ra ver, mas eu cá não vi nada
Fiquei até à madrugada
Da noite passou p'ra dia e eu que tanto queria começar outra vez
Já nem sei quem me dizia, mas sei que é mentira

Ouvi dizer que nada dura muito
Quis ver p'ra crer não fosse ser injusto
Quis ver até virar desgosto
De dia passou a ano, eu virei oceano e deixei-me perder
Já nem sei qual era o plano, mas sei que é insano

Ouvi dizer que a noite tudo lava
Fiquei p'ra ver, mas eu cá não vi nada
Fiquei até à madrugada

Parece que estou a ouvir #412

Society

Eddie Vedder

Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed, with which we have agreed
And you think you have to want more than you need
Until you have it all you won't be free

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me

When you want more than you have
You think you need
And when you think more than you want
Your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
'Cause when you have more than you think
You need more space

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely without me

There's those thinking, more or less, less is more
But if less is more, how you keeping score?
Means for every point you make, your level drops
Kinda like you're starting from the top
You can't do that

Society, you're a crazy breed
I hope you're not lonely without me
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely without me

Society, have mercy on me
I hope you're not angry if I disagree
Society, crazy indeed
I hope you're not lonely
Without me

Coisas que não mudam #630

Em Fátima a 13 de Agosto, hoje

Tomai e recebei as horas do meu dia:

Alegrias e dores, penas e trabalhos;

Fora eu rico, Senhor, e muito Vos daria,

Mas sei que nada valho.

Sem título #325

Simple logic

Palavras lidas #558

What I Learned from My Mother
by Julia Kasdorf

I learned from my mother how to love
the living, to have plenty of vases on hand
in case you have to rush to the hospital
with peonies cut from the lawn, black ants
still stuck to the buds. I learned to save jars
large enough to hold fruit salad for a whole
grieving household, to cube home-canned pears
and peaches, to slice through maroon grape skins
and flick out the sexual seeds with a knife point.
I learned to attend viewings even if I didn’t know
the deceased, to press the moist hands
of the living, to look in their eyes and offer
sympathy, as though I understood loss even then.
I learned that whatever we say means nothing,
what anyone will remember is that we came.
I learned to believe I had the power to ease
awful pains materially like an angel.
Like a doctor, I learned to create
from another’s suffering my own usefulness, and once
you know how to do this, you can never refuse.
To every house you enter, you must offer
healing: a chocolate cake you baked yourself,
the blessing of your voice, your chaste touch.

Ditto #557

Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one.

--Bruce Lee