el arte del bodegón

Juan Sánchez Cotán (June 25, 1560 – September 8, 1627)

Touch Me

Summer is late, my heart.
Words plucked out of the air
some forty years ago
when I was wild with love
and torn almost in two
scatter like leaves this night
of whistling wind and rain.
It is my heart that's late,
it is my song that's flown.
Outdoors all afternoon
under a gunmetal sky
staking my garden down,
I kneeled to the crickets trilling
underfoot as if about
to burst from their crusty shells;
and like a child again
marveled to hear so clear
and brave a music pour
from such a small machine.
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
The longing for the dance
stirs in the buried life.
One season only,
and it's done.
So let the battered old willow
thrash against the windowpanes
and the house timbers creak.
Darling, do you remember
the man you married? Touch me,
remind me who I am.

Stanley Kunitz

O arame (andar no)

Num mundo onde a velocidade da luz

não constituísse um limite

o bem e o mal seriam absolutos.

Nós nunca poderíamos viver em tal mundo

para sempre presos na imutabilidade dos nossos gestos

capazes do melhor e do pior

precisamos do tempo para nos redimir

ou danar para sempre.

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O meu pai lembra-se dos grandes ulmeiros que existiam na vila,

das linhas de água que os alimentavam

dos esteiros do rio a entrar pela terra dentro ao ritmo das marés.

Lembra-se de andar descalço pela rua,

de jogar com bolas de trapos e dos nomes dos cães que teve,

lembra-se de andar à pesca à força de remos,

da mão leve do meu avô. O meu pai lembra-se e eu começo

a lembrar também - coisas que já não estão

gente que já não é,

o meu avô pelas tardes à sombra do salgueiro,

o meu outro avô com o boné ao contrário

a fazer outro fogareiro de carvão,

as manhãs de ir para a escola…

O tempo sim e a luz também,

vão-nos fazendo e desfazendo.

Let the Great World Spin

I'm reading Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann it's a beautiful book and I recommend it to everybody


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Peace

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errância

September

Olana

Drawbridge

Drawbridge mentality

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Drawbridge mentality describes the attitude of those people who migrate to more exclusive or more "unspoiled" communities and thereafter campaign to preserve the tranquility of that community by opposing further inward migration by people or businesses and, possibly, any development or refurbishment, including plans put forward by those already located there.

The term can imply a selfish attitude and can be taken as an insult by people who have strong affection for their home locality and wish to protect it from any changes. It is closely related to the NIMBY attitude.^[1]

A drawbridge was historically the hinged bridge at a castle's gates providing entry across a defensive moat for those occupying the castle. Raising the drawbridge to a vertical position was therefore one means by which intruders could be shut out of the castle.

Angelique

constelations

sometimes you walk on constelations...

errância