Avenida da Liberdade

jardins

Emil_Nolde

Coffee

C

When I awoke with cold
And looked for you, my dear,
And the dusk inward rolled,
Not light or dark, but drear,

Unabsolute, unshaped,
That no glass can oppose,
I fled not to escape
Myself, but to transpose.

I have so often fled
Wherever I could drink
Dark coffee and there read
More than a man would think

That I say I waste time
For contemplation’s sake:
In an unencumbered clime
Minute inductions wake,

Insight flows in my pen.
I know not fear nor haste.
Time is my own again.
I waste it for the waste.

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seminal

O anjo da história

"Há um quadro de Klee intitulado Angelus Novus. Representa um anjo que parece preparar-se para se afastar de qualquer coisa que olha fixamente. Tem os olhos esbugalhados, a boca escancarada e as asas abertas. O anjo da história deve ter este aspecto. Voltou o rosto para o passado. A cadeia de factos que aparece diante dos seus olhos é para ele uma catástrofe sem fim, que incessantemente acumula ruínas sobre ruínas e lhas lança aos pés (…)".
Walter Benjamin, Gesammelte Schriften, I, 2, "Über den Begriff der Geschichte", p. 697 (tradução de João Barrento, in O Anjo da História, p. 13). 


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Lisboa

deep blue

Nadie se muere jamás

                                                            25 January 1882 – 28 March 1941


"Nadie se muere jamás, siempre queda detrás el lugar desde el que viene su eco. Escucharlo es el tributo."
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love this

"Like most of Hodgkin's work, this painting refers to a particular place and to memories of a specific moment. Hodgkin paints from memory, often working on a picture over the course of several years. His sweeping brushstrokes are expressive, almost violent. Although the painting is abstract, there is a dark, cave-like area in the middle of the painting, towards which the 'figures' in red paint appear to be leaning. This gives the appearance of depth. Hodgkin often paints the frame, as is the case with this picture, making the painting like an object in itself."

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Manhã

The sun over the river is not only pretty today,

it is very pretty.

The girl holds the boy's hand,

kisses him on the cheek and arranges his cachecol.

It is very cold.

(These are the things I choose to keep.)

morning

O sol sobre o rio não está só bonito hoje,
está muito bonito.
 A rapariga dá a mão ao rapaz,
beija-o na face e ajeita-lhe o cachecol.
Faz muito frio.
(Estas coisas escolho guardar).

XXth century blues

a bit of an explanation

inner city blues

re-usable

Water

Water

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water.

Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;

My litany would employ
Images of sousing,
A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.

Philip Larkin