Primavera #124

Attempted Spring / Primavera tentada

Ditto #467

We shouldn’t be looking for heroes; we should be looking for good ideas.

--Noam Chomsky

Inverno #68

1, 2, 3, diga lá outra vez

Caprichos #629

Lanchinho, our auto-retrato invertido ;-)

Parece que estou a ouvir #327

It's a Sin

Pet Shop Boys (in 1987) or Years & Years (in 2021)

{Twenty seconds and counting
T-minus fifteen seconds, guidance is okay}

When I look back upon my life

It's always with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place, I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin

At school they taught me how to be
So pure in thought and word and deed
They didn't quite succeed
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to
It's a sin

Father, forgive me, I tried not to do it
Turned over a new leaf, then tore right through it
Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it
Father, you fought me, 'cause I didn't care
And I still don't understand

So I look back upon my life
Forever with a sense of shame
I've always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a sin
Everything I've ever done
Everything I ever do
Every place I've ever been
Everywhere I'm going to, it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin
It's a, it's a, it's a, it's a sin

Confiteor Deo omnipotenti vobis fratres, quia peccavi nimis cogitatione
Verbo, opere et omissione, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa

Caprichos #628

 Bolo de maçã

Sem título #156

Oh brain...

Parece que estou a ouvir #326

Stay (Faraway, so close!)

U2

Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to
Hey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Is that what it is

Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip sync to the talk shows

And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Stay and the day would keep its trust
Stay and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you

If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep its trust
Stay with the demons you drowned
Stay with the spirit I found
Stay and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground

Just the bang
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground

Sem título #155

The German Luftwaffe lands in Lisbon with medical help

General Oberstabsarzt Ulrich Baumgärtner:

"One people cannot cope with this alone, we have to stand together"

Chegada da Luftwaffe alemã a Lisboa com ajuda médica

General Oberstabsarzt Ulrich Baumgärtner:

"Um país não consegue resolver sozinho, temos de ajudar"

Palavras lidas #459

Biscuits
by Willa Schneberg

Mostly when I’m vacuuming the carpet
in Mr. Besdine’s office
I don’t worry, just do the work
and know I’ll be sleeping in my own bed
when all the desks in all them offices
will have people sitting around them.
Sometimes I don’t hear the vacuum cleaner
and I’m quiet like when I play
Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow
in the Mission Baptist Church.
There are other times I imagine fixing biscuits
unrolling my cloth from the coffee can,
flour still on it from the last time,
smoothing it out on the counter,
cloth white, flour white.
My mother’s biscuit cutter
made from an old Pet Milk can,
not a tack of rust on it,
presses in easy as a body to a hammock.
Some like biscuits and gravy,
I myself fancy biscuits with my homemade
muscadine jelly that comes from the
muscadine grape that grows wild.

Ditto #466

 

We tell ourselves stories in order to live.

--Joan Didion, at the start of the book The White Album (1979)

Retirado do contexto #289

Perfect pike position... cozy and curled up in cold days

Carpado perfeito... confortável e aconchegado nos dias frios

Caprichos #627

Bolo de laranja

e ficou até bem bom!

Retirado do contexto #288

Há muito muito tempo... :-)

Sem título #154

The brain wants what the brain wants

Pormenores #164

Sublimado

Inverno #67

Cores de manhã de sol de inverno

Colours of a sunny winter morning

Pormenores #163

Look once

and look again

Inverno #66

Early morning colours before sunrise

but no sign of the sun today

Sem título #153

Happiness Teddy