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.


************
"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

domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2013

contos do fim do mar

[words are special... some people too]


Eu tinha aqui este écran
De histórias sem rumo
… A passar...

E nelas um traço génio
Que ligava a luz do sol
Nas esquinas sem morada
Dos encontros por haver

Tu lá seguias
Na fila dos sonhos adiante
Com os gnomos e os sábios e as sereias
Num conto mistério a morar o tempo
Da colisão de estrelas sem mar

Era um país de nascer
Sem contas de calcular
Onde a minha mão erguida
Acenava a partitura
Da música que eu desenhei

E nesse sal de outros vinhos
Vindimados por afectos
Corria uma asa em nós
Que se soltou lá dos céus
Pra voar dentro do peito

Eu tinha mãos de aguarela
Sujava o mundo de azul
Com dedos de ser menina
E gargalhada de flores



e tu
chegavas ...
de branco calado

eu conhecia-te o vulto
e as sombras de ti oculto
falavam do teu recado
...

eu não sabia escrever
dos nortes que descobria
quando a voz que te dizia
soava dentro de mim

mas eram versos de correr
no coração sem ter fim
ou esquadro, lei ou compasso...

só sei
que um beijo de mar no regaço
nascia ao fim dos cansaços
e se abraçava à ventania


explode-me o céu de mudança
nas mãos cheias de horizontes
e o que há para lá dos montes
diz que és o sal de temperança

grito, corro, aceno aos deuses
agarro a pele em suor
águas de chuva em amor
num lugar de tantas vezes
...

mas
trago sempre o meu chapéu
velhinho de ser adeus

sou filha do vento de ir
que eu do mar... sei o partir


Ana Vassalo
06-Jan-2013

Imagem: “White sail”, Leonid Afremov.

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