NETOS
JOÃO - MARIA ANA - PEDRO
REMARKABLE PEOPLE
(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.
************
"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
PLAYLIST TODAY
MUSIC IS THE PASSION REPORT
♥ ♥ ♥
PLAYING SOFTLY WHILE SOMEONE SANG THE BLUES
Saturday, Jul 22, 2017 - 17:57
SALVADOR SOBRAL - NEM EU [DORIVAL CAYMMI]
YouTube – "Salvador Sobral"
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
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
sexta-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2012
"NO TEU POEMA"
Always
JOSÉ LUÍS TINOCO
"No teu poema
Existe um verso em branco e sem medida
Um corpo que respira, um céu aberto
Janela debruçada para a vida.
No teu poema
Existe a dor calada lá no fundo
O passo da coragem em casa escura
E aberta, uma varanda para o mundo.
Existe a noite
O riso e a voz refeita à luz do dia
A festa da senhora da agonia
E o cansaço do corpo que adormece em cama fria.
Existe um rio
A sina de quem nasce fraco ou forte
O risco, a raiva, a luta de quem cai ou que resiste
Que vence ou adormece antes da morte.
No teu poema
Existe o grito e o eco da metralha
A dor que sei de cor mas não recito
E os sonos inquietos de quem falha.
No teu poema
Existe um cantochão alentejano
A rua e o pregão de uma varina
E um barco assoprado a todo o pano.
Existe a noite
O canto em vozes juntas, vozes certas
Canção de uma só letra e um só destino a embarcar
O cais da nova nau das descobertas.
Existe um rio
A sina de quem nasce fraco, ou forte
O risco, a raiva e a luta de quem cai ou que resiste
Que vence ou adormece antes da morte.
No teu poema
Existe a esperança acesa atrás do muro
Existe tudo mais que ainda me escapa
E um verso em branco à espera... do futuro."
21-12-2012 - 15:13
(imagem: "kiss in paris" by Chekirov)
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