NETOS

NETOS

JOÃO - MARIA ANA - PEDRO

JOÃO - MARIA ANA - PEDRO

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



♥ ♥ ♥


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

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, 17 de junho de 2017

THE BOOK OF LETTERS - 'WILD IS THE WIND' - JAY


 




We can never go home
We no longer have one
Our blood is cold
And we're alone
But I'm alone with you
Help me carry the fire
It will light our way forever


So long, pal...

Soube há dias, apenas. Mas não vamos falar de sorte, iríamos discordar.
 
Fica aqui, para ti, sei que ias gostar.
 
Os Dead Combo estão em ambas mas eu escolhi assim, dividir para somar.
 
Para o bem e para o mal, sabes que sou assim.
 
Mas saudade mata. Devagarinho, devastadora. Corroendo.
 
Agarro-me à marca que deixaste no mundo, ancoro num lugar de paz.
 
Um cais na madrugada. Lisboa ao fundo.
 
Não é mau, para entretantos.
 
Will you watch over me? I know you will.
 And don't forget the music.
 
Até já, meu querido.

  


ouvi o texto muito ao longe
 
era o teu corpo na demanda
não me parecia escrito hoje
mas hoje quis tarefa branda
a de curar a ferida ao sol
no claro-escuro da varanda
e só depois
para já depois ao certo
me fiz ao corpo teu por perto
ouvindo o texto muito ao longe
 escrevinhando o sol bate hoje
cartas de amor como o sol manda
vermelha caixa aço pintado
destinatário demasiado
na virtual ida ao deserto
escrevi ao corpo teu por perto
na quente pele como o sol manda
real regresso do deserto
a tua pele muito ao de longe
era o meu texto na demanda
não me parecia escrito hoje
mas hoje quis tarefa branda
a de curar a ferida ao sol
no claro-escuro da varanda
 ouvi o texto muito ao longe
não me parecia escrito hoje
 
não me parecia escrito hoje.
 

SÉRGIO GODINHO, 'Ouvi o texto muito ao longe'

 

 

DEAD COMBO - ESSE 'OLHAR' QUE ERA SÓ TEU
 
 
 
in YouTube - "DoTempoDosSonhos"


 

Ana Vassalo
Jun 17, 2017

(Related to March, 2017)
 

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