sexta-feira, abril 27, 2007
Tiago
Dia 23 de Abril de 2007
Pela primeira vez, hoje, estamos nós, já velhos, a olhar para ti.
Os nossos olhos vêem-te ao longe e imaginam-se no mesmo momento, longe atrás.
Olhados por outros olhos, velhos ontem, ainda menos novos hoje.
E nenhuma perda ou mágoa, sofrida ou infligida.
Só fome de leite e pedidos de colo.
Como és pequeno e doce.
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Pela primeira vez, hoje, estamos nós, já velhos, a olhar para ti.
Os nossos olhos vêem-te ao longe e imaginam-se no mesmo momento, longe atrás.
Olhados por outros olhos, velhos ontem, ainda menos novos hoje.
E nenhuma perda ou mágoa, sofrida ou infligida.
Só fome de leite e pedidos de colo.
Como és pequeno e doce.
terça-feira, abril 24, 2007
Ceci est un ducky
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10 km
44m40s, 217º lugar
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Roubado
Levava um cão na boca um pedaço de carne, passava com ela um rio, e vendo no fundo da água a sombra da carne maior, soltou a que levava nos dentes, por tomar a que via dentro na água.
Porém como o rio levou para baixo com sua corrente a verdadeira, levou também a sombra e ficou o cão sem uma e sem outra.
Esopo, Fábulas
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Porém como o rio levou para baixo com sua corrente a verdadeira, levou também a sombra e ficou o cão sem uma e sem outra.
Esopo, Fábulas
terça-feira, abril 10, 2007
Carte du Tendre
Mlle de Scudéry, volume II of the Clélie, 1654-1660
Engraving by Francis Chauveau, 1656
domingo, abril 08, 2007
O meu castelo
Axarajibe, o Palácio das Varandas.
Ainda por encontrar, seria por certo um magnífico palácio, comparado na poesia árabe aos mais belos de Bagdade e talvez semelhante ao Alhambra de Granada.
A sua construção poderá ter sido ordenada pelo príncipe-poeta al-Mu'tamid (séc. XI), autor da Evocação de Silves, e, segundo alguns, o rei mouro da Lenda das Amendoeiras.
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Ainda por encontrar, seria por certo um magnífico palácio, comparado na poesia árabe aos mais belos de Bagdade e talvez semelhante ao Alhambra de Granada.
A sua construção poderá ter sido ordenada pelo príncipe-poeta al-Mu'tamid (séc. XI), autor da Evocação de Silves, e, segundo alguns, o rei mouro da Lenda das Amendoeiras.
sábado, abril 07, 2007
Noli me tangere
Noli me tangere is the Latin version of the words spoken (according to the Gospel of John) by Jesus to Mary Magdalene, meaning "touch me not".
It has been argued that the Greek original may be better represented by the translation 'cease from holding on to me'.
Clark's Civilisation
Atonement, vanity and self-indulgence
The reasons behind art patronage
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The reasons behind art patronage
quinta-feira, abril 05, 2007
Hungary
It is autumn and the leaves are falling
All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloomy_Sunday
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All love has died on earth
The wind is weeping with sorrowful tears
My heart will never hope for a new spring again
My tears and my sorrows are all in vain
People are heartless, greedy and wicked...
Love has died!
The world has come to its end, hope has ceased to have a meaning
Cities are being wiped out, shrapnel is making music
Meadows are coloured red with human blood
There are dead people on the streets everywhere
I will say another quiet prayer:
People are sinners, Lord, they make mistakes...
The world has ended!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gloomy_Sunday
quarta-feira, abril 04, 2007
Flying buttress
A buttress is a support - usually brick or stone - built against a wall to support or reinforce it.
A flying buttress is a free-standing buttress attached to the main structure by an arch or a half-arch.
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A flying buttress is a free-standing buttress attached to the main structure by an arch or a half-arch.
Flying
terça-feira, abril 03, 2007
What a verse
'One time a thing occured to me'
Stone Temple Pilots
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Stone Temple Pilots
segunda-feira, abril 02, 2007
Foucault
Shortbus
domingo, abril 01, 2007
Choses dites, choses vues
Textos de Michel Foucault, acompanhados de uma armónica de vidro.
Um homem que se mexe e agacha por entre biombos azuis, dispostos em círculo.
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Um homem que se mexe e agacha por entre biombos azuis, dispostos em círculo.
Azure Ray
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
And if it's cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
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And if it's cold will you stay warm
You drift too far will you swim towards the shore
And if you fell in love will you hold on to it
Shortbus
A trip to New York as a cardboard city.
The story of a sex therapist ('I prefer the term couples' counsellor') that has never had an orgasm.
New York as the city that had a major brownout in 2003.
Severin questions Sofia: 'why is it so important for you to have an orgasm? I mean, it feels good, but it's not going to save your life or anything'.
Yes, but Sofia wants to join the sisterhood of women.
New York as the place one goes to to be forgiven.
The sad James knows his boyfriend loves him: 'I know. I see it all around me. But it stops at my skin'.
New York, with a special bar, where one can hear 'it's just like the 60s. Only with less hope'. Or 'I used to want to save the world. Now, I just want to leave the room with some dignity'.
The ex-hustler and the artist-to-be join at the closet, during truth or dare. 'You suck', he says, and half means it. And goes on, 'Ei, me too'.
Shortbus is for those who can not fit in the bigger yellow bus. Apparently, they all fit in New York.
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The story of a sex therapist ('I prefer the term couples' counsellor') that has never had an orgasm.
New York as the city that had a major brownout in 2003.
Severin questions Sofia: 'why is it so important for you to have an orgasm? I mean, it feels good, but it's not going to save your life or anything'.
Yes, but Sofia wants to join the sisterhood of women.
New York as the place one goes to to be forgiven.
The sad James knows his boyfriend loves him: 'I know. I see it all around me. But it stops at my skin'.
New York, with a special bar, where one can hear 'it's just like the 60s. Only with less hope'. Or 'I used to want to save the world. Now, I just want to leave the room with some dignity'.
The ex-hustler and the artist-to-be join at the closet, during truth or dare. 'You suck', he says, and half means it. And goes on, 'Ei, me too'.
Shortbus is for those who can not fit in the bigger yellow bus. Apparently, they all fit in New York.
