13 julho, 2024

Coisas que não mudam #671

Cats have a way to capture your heart...
it was supposed to be a garden visit,
but the scent of past cats made him lie down
ane eventually come in to inspect all of the ground floor...
undecided between outside and inside he accepted a treat
and just parked outside so I closed the door
which made him want in again
it had been more than an hour and I did not want him 
to get confused as to where his house really is
so he just stayed a bit longer in protest :-D

12 julho, 2024

11 julho, 2024

Palavras lidas #593

To Boredom
by Charles Simic

I’m the child of rainy Sundays.
I watched time crawl
Like an injured fly
Over the wet windowpane.
Or waited for a branch
On a tree to stop shaking,
While Grandmother knitted
Making a ball of yarn
Roll over like a kitten at her feet.
I knew every clock in the house
Had stopped ticking
And that this day will last forever.

10 julho, 2024

Ditto #590

Religion is the everlasting dialogue between humanity and God. Art is the soliloquy.

-- Franz Werfel

09 julho, 2024

08 julho, 2024

Verão #26

On a peaceful summer day...

07 julho, 2024

Parece que estou a ouvir #448

Heróis do Mar

Ao redor desta fogueira (saudade)
Enquanto as armas descansam (saudade)
Deito os meus olhos aos céus (saudade)
Pelas estrelas dos teus

Saudade
Amada
Senhora
Pomba de cristal

Amada
Senhora
Fogo de paixão

Ao redor desta fogueira (saudade)
Enquanto as armas descansam (saudade)
Deito os meus olhos aos céus (saudade)
Por se não verem nos teus

Saudade
Amada
Senhora
Lágrima do céu

Amada
Senhora
Morro de paixão

Ao redor desta fogueira (saudade)
Enquanto as armas descansam (saudade)
Peito rasgado de amor (saudade)
Troa o rufar do tambor (saudade)

Amor quão longe tu estás
Amor quão longe tu estás
Amor quão longe tu estás
Amor quão longe tu estás

06 julho, 2024

05 julho, 2024

04 julho, 2024

Coisas bonitas #165

It's supposed to be the rainiest summer,
but flowering orchids give you constant spring :-)


03 julho, 2024

02 julho, 2024

Palavras lidas #592

Quase
Mário de Sá-Carneiro

Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.
Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...

Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído
Num grande mar enganador de espuma;
E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,
O grande sonho - ó dor! - quase vivido...

Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,
Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...
Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama...
Entanto nada foi só ilusão!

De tudo houve um começo ... e tudo errou...
— Ai a dor de ser — quase, dor sem fim...
Eu falhei-me entre os mais, falhei em mim,
Asa que se elançou mas não voou...

Momentos de alma que,desbaratei...
Templos aonde nunca pus um altar...
Rios que perdi sem os levar ao mar...
Ânsias que foram mas que não fixei...

Se me vagueio, encontro só indícios...
Ogivas para o sol — vejo-as cerradas;
E mãos de herói, sem fé, acobardadas,
Puseram grades sobre os precipícios...

Num ímpeto difuso de quebranto,
Tudo encetei e nada possuí...
Hoje, de mim, só resta o desencanto
Das coisas que beijei mas não vivi...

Um pouco mais de sol — e fora brasa,
Um pouco mais de azul — e fora além.
Para atingir faltou-me um golpe de asa...
Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém...

01 julho, 2024

Espantos #681

A passagem aos quartos em 2 palavras: Diogo Costa

Ditto #589

A liberdade é uma penosa conquista da solidão.

--Miguel Torga

30 junho, 2024

Sem título #375

The problem with society...

29 junho, 2024

Espantos #680

A begónia até com o pé só em água dá flor!

28 junho, 2024

Coisas bonitas #163

E no meio do caminho... uma borboleta!

27 junho, 2024

Parece que estou a ouvir #447

Cuca Roseta & Seu Jorge

Você foi assim escapando
entre os dedos da certeza
e assim você foi levando
tudo menos a tristeza
Quando olho as minhas mãos
tão cheias de emoção numa ilusão sem fim
Eu peço à mágoa p'ra cantar 
nessa esperança que ainda possa respirar
quando só eu arregaço 
abertos os meus braços numa fé sem fim
Até a fé se esqueceu 
de acreditar em mim

Eu vou assim morrendo
como um pássaro ferido
a cantar o seu lamento
em seu último suspiro
Quanto olho as minhas mãos
repletas de emoção numa aflição sem fim
Ainda sonho a suplicar 
nessa esperança que ainda possa respirar
quando ja só embaraço 
abertos os meus braços numa fé sem fim
Até a fe se esqueceu 
de acreditar em mim

E assim você foi levando
tudo menos a tristeza

Eu peço à mágoa p'ra cantar 
essa esperança que ainda possa respirar

Até a fé se esqueceu
de acreditar em mim

26 junho, 2024

Coisas que não mudam #670

Gansos que dormem pela manhã
e as crianças já são jovens adultos, que mal se destinguem dos pais!

25 junho, 2024

Primavera #194

Mudança de cor com o passar dos dias

24 junho, 2024

Sem título #374

Don't forget to water it!

23 junho, 2024

Coisas que não mudam #669

Saddled silky cat too curious to go out!

22 junho, 2024

21 junho, 2024

Palavras lidas #591

Long Island Sound
by Emma Lazarus

I see it as it looked one afternoon
In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o’erblown.
The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon,
A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.
The shining waters with pale currents strewn,
The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove,
The semi-circle of its dark, green grove.
The luminous grasses, and the merry sun
In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide,
Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp
Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide,
Light summer clouds fantastical as sleep
Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon.
All these fair sounds and sights I made my own.

20 junho, 2024

Ditto #588

America must speak softly but carry a big stick.

--Vice President Teddy Roosevelt, 1901

19 junho, 2024

18 junho, 2024

17 junho, 2024

Parece que estou a ouvir #446

That's Life
Frank Sinatra

That's life (that's life)
That's what all the people say
You're riding high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June

I said that's life (that's life)
And as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks
Stomping on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
Cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet
A pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself
Flat on my face
I pick myself up and get
Back in the race

That's life (that's life)
I tell you, I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby
But my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet
A pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out
And I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin'
Flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get
Back in the race

That's life (that's life)
That's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cutting out, but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothing shaking, come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up
In a big ball and die

My, my

16 junho, 2024

Coisas que não mudam #668

Birds in an Orchard, by James Hautman (2011)

First reading: Ezekiel 17: 22-24

The Lord says this:

‘From the top of the cedar,
from the highest branch I will take a shoot
and plant it myself on a very high mountain.
I will plant it on the high mountain of Israel.
It will sprout branches and bear fruit,
and become a noble cedar.
Every kind of bird will live beneath it,
every winged creature rest in the shade of its branches.
And every tree of the field will learn that I, the Lord, am the one
who stunts tall trees and makes the low ones grow,
who withers green trees and makes the withered green.
I, the Lord, have spoken, and I will do it.’
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Gospel: Mark 4:26-34

Jesus said to the crowds: ‘This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man throws seed on the land. Night and day, while he sleeps, when he is awake, the seed is sprouting and growing; how, he does not know. Of its own accord the land produces first the shoot, then the ear, then the full grain in the ear. And when the crop is ready, he loses no time: he starts to reap because the harvest has come.’

He also said, ‘What can we say the kingdom of God is like? What parable can we find for it? It is like a mustard seed which at the time of its sowing in the soil is the smallest of all the seeds on earth; yet once it is sown it grows into the biggest shrub of them all and puts out big branches so that the birds of the air can shelter in its shade.’

Using many parables like these, he spoke the word to them, so far as they were capable of understanding it. He would not speak to them except in parables, but he explained everything to his disciples when they were alone.

15 junho, 2024

Numa sala perto de mim #452

The Founder (2016) tells the story of the building of the McDonald's empire, from the operational side with the birth of fast food concept, invented by Richard and Maurice McDonald, and the managerial innovation, invented by Ray Croc which boosted the company from local to national to international heights. The classic example that cut-throat business skills that achieve success are not for everyone.

14 junho, 2024

Numa sala perto de mim #451

Unfrosted (2024) tells the 1960s story of the fierce competition between Kellogg's and Post in the breakfast cereal market. Good to see Jerry Seinfeld in the movies!

13 junho, 2024

Coisas que não mudam #667

I'm here you know, I deserve some attention...

12 junho, 2024

Coisas que não mudam #666

A natureza está sempre certa, mas é por vezes cruel...
a familia de 6 pequenos gansos no início de Maio passou pouco depois a 5
e esta semana já são só 4.

11 junho, 2024

Palavras lidas #590

Invisible Visitors
by David Budbill

All through August and September
thousands, maybe
tens of thousands, of feathered
creatures pass through
this place and I almost never see
a single one. The fall
wood warbler migration goes by here
every year, all of them,
myriad species, all looking sort of like
each other, yellow, brown, gray,
all muted versions of their summer selves,
almost indistinguishable
from each other, at least to me, although
definitely not to each other,
all flying by, mostly at night, calling to each
other as they go to keep
the flock together, saying: chip, zeet,
buzz, smack, zip, squeak—
those
sounds reassuring that we are
all here together and
heading south, all of us just passing
through, just passing
through, just passing through, just
passing through.

10 junho, 2024

Ditto #587

Power and cruelty are the strengths of our lives, and only in their weakness is there love.

--Stevie Smith

09 junho, 2024

Foi neste dia #387 (1815)

Há 198 anos chegava ao fim o Congresso de Viena, da qual saiu o Tratado que pôs fim às guerras napoleónicas que entre 1803 e 1815 tiveram a Europa em polvorosa.

08 junho, 2024

07 junho, 2024

Parece que estou a ouvir #445

Make You Feel My Love
Bob Dylan

When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love

When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one there to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I will never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
No doubt in my mind where you belong

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love

The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love