31/03/2019
30/03/2019
Acordei cedo com esta música na mente. A voz é muito bonita, a música também, as palavras também. Carlos Mendes & Joaquim Pessoa, 'Alcácer que Vier'.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKQvVTxgpRs
28/03/2019
27/03/2019
24/03/2019
23/03/2019
Joni Mitchell - Both sides now
Both Sides Now
Joni Mitchell
Rows and floes of angel hair
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
And ice cream castles in the air
And feather canyons everywhere
I've looked at clouds that way
But now they only block the sun
They rain and snow on everyone
So many things I would have done
But clouds got in my way
I've looked at clouds from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's cloud illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way
But now it's just another show
You leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away
I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all
Tears and fears and feeling proud
To say "I love you" right out loud
Dreams and schemes and circus crowds
I've looked at life that way
But now old friends are acting strange
They shake their heads, they say I've changed
Well something's lost, but something's gained
In living every day
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all
21/03/2019
Deus nasceu, perdão, BACH nasceu a 21 de Março (1685) - E, já agora, retende o nome Jean Rondeau, o cravista, moço de excelsa altura musical.
Bach: Harpsichord Concerto No.1 in D Minor BWV 1052 (Jean Rondeau: Dynas...
20/03/2019
Braga, 20 de Março de 1900 - lugar/data do manuscrito original de VIOLONCELO, de Camilo Pessanha (n. Coimbra, 7 de Setembro de 1867 — f. Macau, 1 de Março de 1926)
VIOLONCELO
Chorai arcadas
Do violoncelo!
Convulsionadas,
Pontes aladas
De pesadelo...
De que esvoaçam,
Brancos, os arcos...
Por baixo passam,
Se despedaçam,
No rio, os barcos.
Fundas, soluçam
Caudais de choro...
Que ruínas, (ouçam)!
Se se debruçam,
Que sorvedouro!...
Trémulos astros...
Soidões lacustres...
—: Lemos e mastros...
E os alabastros
Dos balaústres!
Urnas quebradas!
Blocos de gelo...
— Chorai arcadas,
Despedaçadas,
Do violoncelo.
Camilo Pessanha
19/03/2019
Coimbra, segunda-feira, 18 de Março de 2019
Na
Rua da Moeda, dois taxistas que vieram merendar. Não moços já (e nunca mais). Oram
alto, perorando mal. Dão-se mais mal ainda com a democracia. Manifestam nostalgia
– de salazar-salazar-salazar. Até que.
Até
que um mano desenvolto, que a uma mesa próxima merendava também, se ergue de
corpo & voz, assim lhes manifestando:
–
Não sei s’é deste vinho ser bom, s’é de
ser boa a puta que vos pariu.
E
os salataxizaristas, covardes como é de lei, pagam & desandam.
Moral-da-História:
25-de-ABRIL-SEMPRE!
16/03/2019
15/03/2019
12/03/2019
11/03/2019
10/03/2019
09/03/2019
08/03/2019
07/03/2019
06/03/2019
04/03/2019
Subscrever:
Mensagens (Atom)