donderdag, november 30, 2006
dinsdag, november 28, 2006
Talvez apareça
L´
Esperar ou vir esperar querer ou vir querer-te
vou perdendo a noção desta subtileza.
Aqui chegado até eu venho ver se me apareço
e o fato com que virei preocupa-me, pois chove miudinho
Muita vez vim esperar-te e não houve chegada
De outras, esperei-me eu e não apareci
embora bem procurado entre os mais que passavam.
Se algum de nós vier hoje é já bastante
como comboio e como subtileza
Que dê o nome e espere. Talvez apareça
Mário Cesariny
Esperar ou vir esperar querer ou vir querer-te
vou perdendo a noção desta subtileza.
Aqui chegado até eu venho ver se me apareço
e o fato com que virei preocupa-me, pois chove miudinho
Muita vez vim esperar-te e não houve chegada
De outras, esperei-me eu e não apareci
embora bem procurado entre os mais que passavam.
Se algum de nós vier hoje é já bastante
como comboio e como subtileza
Que dê o nome e espere. Talvez apareça
Mário Cesariny
maandag, november 27, 2006
zondag, november 26, 2006
donderdag, november 23, 2006
woensdag, november 22, 2006
maandag, november 20, 2006
zondag, november 19, 2006
surrealism in October
L´
the group of people you see in third plan of the picture was one of several spread over the beach. they were scouts dressed with Filinstones costumes. to move through the beach they had Filinstone's vehicles. my friend was drawing his dream with an extinguished cigarette and i was trying to find a message in the bottle.
the group of people you see in third plan of the picture was one of several spread over the beach. they were scouts dressed with Filinstones costumes. to move through the beach they had Filinstone's vehicles. my friend was drawing his dream with an extinguished cigarette and i was trying to find a message in the bottle.
vrijdag, november 17, 2006
donderdag, november 16, 2006
woensdag, november 15, 2006
and the old man said:
How calmly does the olive branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair
Some time while light obscures the tree
The zenith of its life will be
Gone past forever
And from thence
A second history will commence
A chronicle no longer gold
A bargaining with mist and mold
And finally the broken stem
The plummeting to earth, and then
And intercourse not well designed
For beings of a golden kind
Whose native green must arch above
The earth's obscene corrupting love
And still the ripe fruit and the branch
Observe the sky begin to blanch
Without a cry, without a prayer
With no betrayal of despair
Oh courage! Could you not as well
Select a second place to dwell
Not only in that golden tree
But in the frightened heart of me?
- Tennessee Williams (recited in the movie: Night of the Iguana)
mafalda