GRANDCHILDREN

GRANDCHILDREN

♥ GRANDCHILDREN ♥

♥ GRANDCHILDREN ♥

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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GUITARS



Sep 10, 2016 - 06:13





ADAM LEVINE + PATRICK MONAHAN - PURPLE RAIN [PRINCE]



YouTube – "The Howard Stern Show"





ANN & NANCY WILSON (HEART) - STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN [LED ZEPPELIN]



YouTube – "The Kennedy Center"





PRINCE, TOM PETTY, STEVE WINWOOD, JEFF LYNNE, DHANI HARRISON & OTHERS - WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS [GEORGE HARRISON]



YouTube – "Rock & Roll Hall of Fame"





ERIC CLAPTON - RIVER OF TEARS



YouTube – "slunky08"





JEFF BUCKLEY - HALLELUJAH [LEONARD COHEN]



YouTube – " Danielle Katsav's Channel"





XUTOS & PONTAPÉS - HOMEM DO LEME



YouTube – "NoSa7"







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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

sábado, 14 de março de 2015

CASA





The Fisherman's Wife, Maria Hathaway Spencer





                                                  [ I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)

                                                   - E.E. Cummings ]



(às vezes
aprender a casa
é só correr a ternura
no mundo que somos juntos)



a gente deita-se

e quietos no céu
olhos presos de noite
estrela no peito
silêncio das mãos
acorda depois
no dorso em sossego
de uma onda madrugada
calada pela manhã

o sol lembra
o gosto nos lábios
encostados contra o tempo
que se fez nu
quando o luar nos despiu

e tu
dormes ainda
viagens de um mar de sempre
num abraço feito de água

enleado pelo vento
nos meus cabelos de sal



(às vezes
só às vezes
ainda fechamos o mundo
na ternura que aprendemos)



Ana Vassalo
Mar 14, 2015

(escrito em 2013)


3 comentários:

  1. Aprendemos tanto contigo (não só às vezes).
    Eu com estas palavras amanheço mais cedo, "aprendo a casa" que te pertence e acendo o sol que me dás quando te leio.
    Obrigado por mais um belissimo poema!
    Beijinho

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  2. Obrigada eu, meu amigo querido. Aprender, aprender... já tivémos esta discussão, não foi?Fica por dizer quem aprende mais com quem. Eu sei, tu não. O dia virá que me dará a razão. Entretanto, espero que continues a escrever, ainda que tanto te custe publicar - e como eu te entendo... Beijinho.

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  3. ESPECTACULAR, COMO TODOS! Sensibilidade a flor da pele!

    AMEI! AMO! AMAREI!

    ABRACINHO.

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