There's a new girl in town.

Bem vinda! 

Edouard Vuillard

                                                 Eugénio de Andrade

Vincent Van Gogh

Porto

(Teixeira de Pascoaes)

Zelig

Tenho-me lembrado muito dele nos últimos tempos. Tenho a sensação estranha de que o mundo está cheio de Zeligs. 

Para os que nunca viram, fica aqui um bocadinho de um dos meus filmes preferidos:

Farming

"All that I could say, then, with respect to farming on a large scale- I have always cultivated a garden- was, that I had had my seeds ready. Many think that seeds improve with age. I have no doubt that time discriminates between the good and the bad; and when at last I shall plant, I shall be less likely to be disappointed. But I would say to my fellows, once for all, As long as possible live free and uncommitted. It makes but little difference whether you are committed to a farm or the county jail."

Walden, David Henry-Thoreau

Sweet Nothings

Vanessa Winship, aqui: Arte Photographica

The Orchard, Clarence H. White

Bilhete postal

Ou vous êtes bien occuppée ou vous êtes bien méchante. 

Correspondência de Manet com Isabelle Lemoinier.

I will give my love an apple

Hoje começa o Verão

(Paul Cézanne)

                                              There were four apples on the bough,
                                              Half gold half red, that one might know
                                              The blood was ripe inside the core;
                                              The colour of the leaves was more
                                              Like stems of yellow corn that grow
                                              Through all the gold June meadow’s floor.

                                              The warm smell of the fruit was good
                                              To feed on, and the split green wood,
                                              With all its bearded lips and stains
                                              Of mosses in the cloven veins,
                                              Most pleasant, if one lay or stood
                                              In sunshine or in happy rains.

Excerto do poema "August" de Algernon Charles Swinburne, retirado deste livro, que está organizado por estações do ano:

 

 Escolhi este poema por causa de "the warm smell of the fruit" que só se sente nas casas antigas, no meio do campo, no Verão. Fechem os olhos e vejam lá se não se lembram.

O rio que corre pela minha aldeia

 

 

No espraiar da vaga

João Vaz

ETERNAL CONSCIOUSNESS

Pessoa em Londres

Bloomsday atrasado

Bilhete Postal

Istambul 2010

Eu gosto de silêncio, por exemplo o silêncio dos gatos.

M.C. ESCHER

A UN GATO

No son más silenciosos los espejos
ni más furtiva el alba aventurera;
eres, bajo la luna, esa pantera
que nos es dado divisar de lejos.
Por obra indescifrable de un decreto
divino, te buscamos vanamente;
más remoto que el Ganges y el poniente,
tuya es la soledad, tuyo el secreto.
Tu lomo condesciende a la morosa
caricia de mi mano. Has admitido,
desde esa eternidad que ya es olvido,
el amor de la mano recelosa.
En otro tiempo estás. Eres el dueño
de un ámbito cerrado como un sueño.


Jorge Luís Borges