revolt

everyone must be allowed to dream - even those who don't know about their abbility to...

toda a gente tem direito ao sonho - mesmo os que desconhecem essa sua capacidade...

favorite things

Rebecca Campbell, My Favorite Things 2006 , Oil on Canvas.

wake up

a leaf

A leaf trapped in the snow
Glows hot yellow in a low sun
Projecting a shadow
Like a warm island
On an ocean of cold white.

It takes a tender eye
To notice it,
A warm heart
To share it.

Madonna

Funny, everybody reminds him by a scream...but he also whispers.

people who loves people

Personal Best

me at 50

On se perd sans s’être vu,
on se voit et on se perd.
On se voit à peine,
on s’est à peine vu,
on ne sait plus,
on ne sait plus.

On se perd à peine vu.
A peine vu, on se perd.
A peine perdu, on se voit.

On ne se perd plus.

Dominique Cagnard

Obrigado a todos, os limonenses não passam sem o açúcar dos amigos.

Thank you all, we lemonese can't get by without the sugar of friends.

old king cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three

ladies of the road

Sarah

site here

jeunes

The swing

(A minha mãe guardava as coisas de costura dela, numa lata preta, com decorações em dourado e quero crer uma reprodução de uma pintura semelhante a esta na tampa. Nunca esqueci.)


Tête de jeune fille avec bonnet - Crédit Dessin: © Jean-Honoré Fragonard & Musée des Beaux-Arts et d'Archéologie de Besançon

vera vereda

Nel mezzo del cammin

Dante Alighieri

INFERNO

CANTO I (trecho inicial)

No meio do caminho desta vida
me vi perdido numa selva
escura,
solitário, sem sol e sem saída.
Ah, como armar no ar uma
figura
desta selva selvagem, dura,
forte,
que, só de eu a pensar, me
desfigura?
É quase tão amargo como a
morte;
mas para expor o bem que
encontrei,
outros dados darei da minha
sorte.
Não me recordo ao certo como
entrei,
tomado de uma sonolência
estranha,
quando a vera vereda abandonei.
(...)


Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
(Opening lines of Canto 1. Translations are all literal.)

In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself again in [or through] a dark wood,
[so dark] that the straight way was utterly lost.
Alas how hard it is to say what it was like,
this savage and sharp and strong forest,
which even in thought renews my fear!
So bitter was it that death is little moreso;
but in order to speak of the good that I found there,
I'll tell of the other things I saw there.

Lemonese

Sou um limonense,
venho de um pequeno país, chamado Limão.
Somos doces e amargos.

Muitos adoram-nos com açúcar e tragam-nos
em saborosas limonadas, mas se por algum azar
o açúcar falta, então podemos ser
bastante amargos.

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I'm a lemonese
I come from a small country, by the name of Lemon.
We're bittersweet.

Most love us with sugar and have us
as splendid lemonades, but if for some misfortune
one is caught sugarless, then we can be
quite bitter.

Make flowers

So I had a tshirt that said : Make flowers not bombs...So what ?!

Rothko chapel

Tiresia

At the violet hour, when the eyes and back
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,

from The Waste Land by T.S. Elliot

Calling Spring

Dorothy, 2007

gimme shelter