Os autores deste blogue escrevem de acordo com a antiga ortografia.

terça-feira, 26 de março de 2024

É mesmo dos pormenores que vive a memória...

 

"O Guarda Ricardo" por Sam
(aplica-se a este e outros tempos)
(exposição temporária - Museu Bordalo Pinheiro)
(a segunda parte da exposição começa a 9 de Abril)




quinta-feira, 21 de março de 2024

Porque sem eles...

 ... nada para mim teria existido 😊

Parabéns mãe e pai, que fariam hoje 66 anos de casados.


(E não é que a Primavera começou ontem?)

quarta-feira, 13 de março de 2024

H. G. Wells (1866-1946)

 ... "The dream of The World Set Free, a dream of highly educated and highly favoured leading and ruling men, voluntarily setting themselves to the task of reshaping the world, has thus far remained a dream."

in Preface, "The World Set Free"
H. G. Wells
Easton Glebe, Dunmow, 1921




sexta-feira, 8 de março de 2024

No Dia da Mulher...

 ... celebro a minha Mãe (todas as outras que me desculpem), a Mulher mais importante da minha vida.

Viva a D. Odete!

quarta-feira, 6 de março de 2024

Porque o melhor pode ainda estar para vir... (sempre na melhor companhia do mundo 😊)

 

Natasha Bedingfield - Unwritten
(Live At the Nokia Theatre, New York, 2006)


I am unwritten
Can't read my mind
I'm undefined
I'm just beginning
The pen's in my hand
Ending unplanned
Staring at the blank page before you😊
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Oh, oh, oh
I break tradition
Sometimes my tries are outside the lines
We've been conditioned to not make mistakes
But I can't live that way
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten
Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

quinta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2024

É dos pormenores que vive a memória...

 e estes abaixo, são-no (de fotos de Alfredo Cunha (1953- )):

Vai uma Pirata?
Bem cor-de-rosa e que belos balões se faziam!

E um prato de Pensal?

Da exposição “ 25 de Abril de 1974, Quinta-feira”, patente na Galeria Artur Bual, na Amadora.

segunda-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2024