HELLO DARKNESS

HELLO DARKNESS

JUST A LITTLE REMINDER...

JUST A LITTLE REMINDER...

REMARKABLE PEOPLE



FERNANDO PESSOA

(Lisboa, 1888 - 1935, Lisboa)


"Não sou nada.
Nunca serei nada.
Não posso querer ser nada.
À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.


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"I am nothing.
I will never be anything.
I cannot want to be anything.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world."

or...

"I am not nothing.
I will never be nothing.
I cannot want to be nothing.
Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams in the world."


(Álvaro de Campos in "Tabacaria")




LISBOA - Chiado

LISBOA - Chiado
"Fernando Pessoa" by Lagoa Henriques. The place: "Café A Brasileira" (Brazilian Café) - 1905.

PLAYLIST TODAY




MUSIC IS THE PASSION REPORT



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PLAYING SOFTLY WHILE SOMEONE SANG THE BLUES



Saturday, Jul 22, 2017 - 17:57





SALVADOR SOBRAL - NEM EU [DORIVAL CAYMMI]



YouTube – "Salvador Sobral - Tópico"





ANTONY HEGARTY + LEONARD COHEN - IF IT BE YOUR WILL [COHEN]



YouTube – "Oggmonster"





CHAN MARSHALL (CAT POWER) - I'VE BEEN LOVING YOU TOO LONG [OTIS REDDING]



YouTube – "anaruido"





JANIS JOPLIN - ME & BOBBY MCGEE [CHRIS CHRISTOPHERSON]



YouTube – "ThE DuCk"





JEFF BUCKLEY - LILAC WINE [JAMES SHELTON]



YouTube – " roberta panzeri"





DAVID BOWIE - WILD IS THE WIND [JOHNNY MATHIS]



YouTube – "Peter Music HD"







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LEANING INTO THE AFTERNOONS by PABLO NERUDA

«Inclinado en las Tardes»



YouTube - "FourSeasons Productions"






CHANGING BATTERIES - OSCAR WINNING ANIMATED SHORT FILM



YouTube - "Bzzz Day"





DIALA BRISLY - A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY

(a huge thanks to my daughter who e-mailed this video to me)



BBC Newsnight

«Syria is devastated by five years of war - and it's taken a huge toll on the country's children. Here's one woman - artist Diala Brisly - who is trying to make life that little bit more bearable for Syria's kids.»

Syria is devastated by five years of war - and it's taken a huge toll on the country's children. Here's one woman -...

Publicado por BBC Newsnight em Domingo, 20 de Março de 2016






A JOURNEY BACK TO ENDEARMENT

A JOURNEY BACK TO ENDEARMENT



FLYING A SECRET



I got here to hide. From equations and patterns. From repetition, after all.
Closed the door and got me a special place where I thought I could
somehow sit close to the stars. But I soon found out that the sky was
still opaque, no matter what the steps. And so I left. Again.

I thought, then, I could build me a different ceiling, a new-coloured scrap
of highness. And then make it work. Where I could dream, more than I sleep.
I have long decided that sleeping is overrated - that I know for sure. So I
take that time instead to travel the night alone and in the meantime I allow
myself to fly, unlike stated before... Yes, I like playing with paradox, to
expose the inside of words and the revelation of writing down the voice of a
silence. My adventurous, ever-walking silence.

So I came back. Here, within this quiet world, I intend to gather all my
things usually kept hidden or inactive. They are here to speak.

And since the future is a stand-by secret, I want to live by a precocious
clock, at every running instant of every entering second.

And I will not slow down until my "future exists now" - kind of reverse
quoting Jacob Bronowski.


Ana Vassalo
in my site "CAFEÍNA"(former "No Flying Allowed")
Nov 11, 2010 - 11:54



THE WALK OF TIME

THE WALK OF TIME

sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2012

PAIXÃO








Highstreet

by

Kevin Sonmor















paixão

eu queria a espada ou a pluma
dos dias delicadamente imperfeitos
que só por ti raptam a luz.
rasgar do olimpo outro mar
que em ti se fez o amor,
tropeçar o céu que ensina o salto
a voar fronteira e dúvida
que se inscreveram no trilho
da pegada que era a tua.
eu queria o asfalto quente
para nele deitar em mim
o sono acordado dos teus braços.
e com ele riscar a noite
que não dormiu os teus passos
no ouvido do meu quarto
rasgado de janelas a nascente,
caladas por mil trancas
emboscadas
na porta dilacerada de ocasos.
eu queria saber-te a rua minha,
a calçada,
talvez abismo,
de quedas livres sem amparo,
ou marginal minha de afectos
com mergulho de asa à vista.
ora aluvião, a tormenta,
água fria, monção de verão
chovendo a guerra de um tempo
que já se veste de ter pressa.
e então água dos olhos
que lava o coração de mundo,
a pulsar por fim a trégua.
tratado de paz depois
amarrotado e quente
no bolso antigo dos abraços.
eu queria ter-te assim, bebido
o poema dos lábios, da estrela a festa
ou o inferno que em mim acendas
e arda de raiva o meu nome.

mas jamais a erosão.
nunca o deserto fúnebre
do peito que se calou.

Ana Vassalo
14-Fev-2012 – 23:15


1 comentário:

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    BELO A ELEVADA POTENCIA E...A PINTURA NAO DESTOA!


    ABRACO-TE, PRINCESA MINHA!

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