the moon, the moon

Love is the seventh wave

Pequenos dias passam cheios de grandes dramas

expectante no mar, esperas a onda
o momento certo de ganhares o impulso
e de te ergueres, deslizando vertiginoso
triunfante, como a espuma ou o vento
a gaivota que grita sobre a praia

Venetian Horses

"One of the most famous features of the church is the Triumphal Guadriga, or Horses of St. Mark. You can see them above the central door and largest arch in the picture above, 4 huge bronze horses. (Today, the ones you see are copies, and the real ones are protected inside the church.) They were brought here from Constantinople in 1204 after Venetian soldiers in the 4th crusade sacked the city. They are old, and were part of a huge Roman complex there since ancient times. Debate rages on if they were made in ancient Greece or as a Roman copy, but either way, they are some of the only ancient bronze statues to survive to today. Napoleon liked them so much that he took them to Paris in 1797, but they were returned years later."

the gift

AntiCrise

o amor é uma conspiração

uma teia bem urdida que agarra o verão

impede as folhas das árvores de amarelecerem

os dias de encolherem

o amor é uma conspiração

para trazer a felicidade ás ruas

levar as flores a todo o lado

sur les pavés...

Júlio Pomar - Maio de 1968 (CRS - SS) II, 1968 - Acrílico sobre tela, 97 x 130 - Coleção de Jorge de Brito (Cascais - Portugal)

Dizzy

Dizzy

sometimes I feel so dizzy
Things go so fast, light shifts and colors mix

I walk the streets trying to make sense of things
Look for meanings on scribbles covering walls
Noise, meaningless, void.
Trash passing for currency.

A pretty woman in a TV show
Doesn’t know where Africa is,
Doesn’t know anything different from the price of things
or where to get the next euro, the next kick.
Lost all is lost
and this feeling makes our bones soft, our wills melt
No judgment, no reason, no purpose.


Our ancient name is Europa
Our old rule is Democracia.
It flows, it flows where it goes
Nobody knows, nobody knows.

Why don't you touch me ?

"...
She's a lady, she's got time
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know your face

She's a lady, she is mine
Brush back your hair
And let me get to know your flesh

I've been waiting here for so long
And all the time that passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now

You stand there with your
fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Touch me now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now
Now, now, now, now, now ..."

Genesis, The Musical Box