Coisas bonitas #158

Manhãs coloridas

Caprichos #438

Um dia em Londres

e Jaume Plensa presente na estação de London Bridge

Parece que estou a ouvir #434

Only You

Nuvelle Vague feat. Mélanie Paine

Looking from a window above
It's like a story of love
Can you hear me?

Came back only yesterday
I'm moving farther away
Won't you need me?

All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
All I ever knew
Only you

Sometimes when I think may
When it's only a game
And I need you

Listen to the words you say
It's getting harder to stay
When I see you

All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
All I ever knew
Only you

This is gonna take a long time
And I wonder what's mine
Can't takе no more

Wonder if you'll understand
It's just a touch of your hand
Bеhind a closed door

All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
All I ever knew
Only you

All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
All I ever knew
Only you

Sem título #357

Rubbish all around indeed...

Inverno #83

Ainda é bem inverno

mas as manhãs dão fotos bem bonitas!

Coisas que não mudam #652

Loafing Vivi

Palavras lidas #577

Chorus
by Gillian Wegener

Listen: there are those of us from somewhere else,
the names of birthplaces, of hometowns,
under our skin, tattoos always felt, never seen.
We live here now, though we always meant to leave.

And there are those of us who were born here,
passing the landmarks of our lives so often
we don’t think about them. We never meant to stay.
This place was marked as just for now, as stepping stone,
as temporary on our well-drawn maps.
But for one reason or another, years pass
and we find ourselves hot-stepping with jobs and kids
and this and that and a million little possessions.

Now, the kids say they want to move away. They point
their faces the same directions our faces used to point.
We’ll let them go, of course, knowing more of them
than they think will come back, and that various wayfarers
too will stop for lunch and find themselves
staying for years’ worth of dinners. They will all
find themselves here with the earth spreading
out around them, whispering a welcome
they will be more than a little surprised to hear.

Parece que estou a ouvir #433

Pedra solta
Carminho

Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego
Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te assim coradinho
Ficam em desassossego

Não andes assim descalço
Sendo lindo como és
Há sempre uma pedra em falso
A querer beijar os teus pés
Há sempre uma pedra em falso
A querer beijar os teus pés

Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego
Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te assim coradinho
Ficam em desassossego

Não tragas tal sol, tal vento
O teu cabelo doirado
Que o vento a todo o momento
Dá-lhe um beijo malcriado
Que o vento a todo o momento
Dá-lhe um beijo malcriado

Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego
Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te assim coradinho
Ficam em desassossego

Não passes mais sem olhar
Não passes sempre a correr
Se passas sem me falar
Eu não passo sem te ver
Se passas sem me falar
Eu não passo sem te ver

Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego
Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego

Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego
Não vás à fonte sozinho
Que os rouxinóis do Mondego
Ao ver-te tão coradinho
Ficam em desassossego

Ditto #576

When it comes to people, mercy killing is against the law. When it comes to fiction, it is the law.

-- Stephen King

Coisas bonitas #157

One more for the Coventry sunsets collection

Sem título #356

Faithful penguins

Parece que estou a ouvir #432

Catch the Wind

Donovan

In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty, I want to be
In the warm hold of your love and mine

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

When sundown pales the sky
I want to hide a while behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing 'twould make me sing
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

Di di di di, di di di di
Di di di di, di di di di
Di di di

When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind

For standin' in your heart
Is where I want to be and long to be
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind

Coisas que não mudam #651

Alexei Navalny died today in a Russian prison on the Arctic Circle, after having appeared yesterday in good health before a judge via video conference. It's remarkable he kept alive for so long after his inprisonment in 2021 upon returning to Russia after being poisoned in 2020 and being flown to Germany. He was my age.

A grim reminder of the fate of dissonant voices in totalitarian regimes. For every voice that is lost, another rises... there is always someone who resists and stands for what's right. Dictatorships fall... with a loud bang.

Caprichos #437

Cuddly cats

Sem título #355

One way of seeing it...

Espantos #678

Borboleta portuguesa voa sobre a água em Doha... ou

Diogo Ribeiro ganha ouro nos mundiais de natação em 50m mariposa

Palavras lidas #576

Desire
by Lawrence Raab

for Jonathan Aaron

It was late, and I was trying to remember
what someone once said about our woes—
how they rise out of our unwillingness
to stay in our rooms. After which
I opened the window, and both of us heard
the rustling sounds outside, as if small
furtive things were hurrying away, or hiding.
You were reminded of the movie Frogs
in which one character after another unwisely
leaves the house only to be hunted down
by animals not generally known
for deliberate acts of revenge.
Thus proving that what we do to the world
returns to haunt us. Radioactivity,
I said, is the usual explanation.
Also carelessness, greed, and desire.
Maybe, you replied. But Ava Gardner
was the most beautiful woman who ever lived.
There can be no doubt about that.
Although Grace Kelly in Rear Window
comes very close, for different reasons.
That left us silent and transfixed.
Outside, something was moving around,
something which now seemed
to have found its way into the walls.

Ditto #575

There's nothing quite as frightening as someone who knows they are right.

--Michael Faraday

 

Porenores #180

Com a chuva cresce o musgo nos telhados

e nos muros

Coisas que mudaram #29

Orquídeas a caminho

a rosa é a mais recente aquisição para companhia

da branca que pela primeira vez refloresce nas minhas mãos