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InsomniSketch

2012-02-01T16:26:00.000-08:00

Can´t sleep?
Welcome to my new blog!

http://insomnisketch.blogspot.com/

Postcards/Postais/Postales/Cartes postales/

2012-01-30T19:51:00.000-08:00

Hello!

Dear friends I´ve decided to increase and expand my Postcard collection.So, I would like to trade ALL sort of postcards with anyone interested in helping me with this hobby of mine.
My goal is to have as many postcards as possible from ALL countries in the world,
Sounds big? Well; dreams usually are :)
I will gladly pay for the stamps!

Yous truly
_BB

Drop me a line if you are interested:

bonequinhoda.bic81@gmail.com

TOO GOOD NOT TO SHARE

2012-01-21T13:06:00.000-08:00

Significant other

2012-01-13T03:08:00.000-08:00

This handsome fellow (Romeu/Romeo a.k.a David Bowie) just turned 6 and a ½ months old.
It´s amazing how it seems that only yesterday I bumped into this little cotton ball and now he´s gotten so big!
He was surely one of those unexpected gifts that keep on giving. Myself and my significant other are very proud of him.

Thank you kid for bringing us so much joy and making a part of our lives,we love you!

Este rapazito lindo (Romeu também conhecido por David Bowie) fez 6 meses e meio.
É espantoso como parece que foi apenas ontem que dei de caras com este pedacinho de algodão e agora ele está tão grande!
Ele foi seguramente um daqueles presentes inesesperados que continuam a dar e dar. Eu e a minha cara metade estamos muito orgulhosos dele.

Obrigado puto por fazeres parte da nossa vida,nós amamos-te!

Merry Xmas and a Happy New Year/ Feliz Natal e Um óptimo Ano Novo

2012-01-06T02:57:00.000-08:00

Dear friends,sorry for the late late late Xmas and New year regards.I wish you both the very best new year and may 2012 bring you health,happiness,joy,work,success,and above all a all lot of love! Warm regards from Portugal,City of Amadora to you guys.

Caros amigos(as) tal como diz o ditado Natal é quando um Homem quiser! Peço antes de mais nada desculpa pela longa ausência mas todos os items que compõem uma vida pessoal,laboral,e familiar muito cheia têm-me mantido bastante ocupado. Como tal decidi que em 2012 dê por onde der vou arranjar tempo para "cheirar as flores",lol.
Um Grande abraço a todos(as) e obrigado por todo o carinho e amizade dispensados ao longo deste ano que passou.
Vosso amigo_BB

SIX YEARS OF SUNI ART!

2011-10-08T04:26:00.000-07:00

Needless to say,one of the best blogs around! Great Art,( Please,allow me to emphasize the words_GREAT ART!) smart,sharp,interesting,original,and so on (NOT ONLY FOR THE ART FAN, BUT FOR ALL OF THOSE THAT APPRECIATE A GREAT BLOG IN GENERAL) ...in my opinion "suni Art" is one of those original "gifts that keep on giving"!

LET´S HAVE 6 MORE :D ...AT LEAST!

THANK´S SUNI,KEEP THEM COMING!

AMO-TE!

2011-09-25T05:41:00.000-07:00

These arms of mine
They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue
These arms of mine
They are yearning, yearning from wanting you

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
These arms of mine
They are burning, burning from wanting you
These arms of mine
They are wanting, wanting to hold you

And if you would let them hold you
Oh, how grateful I will be
Come on, come on baby
Just be my little woman, just be my lover, oh
I need me somebody, somebody to treat me right, oh
I need your woman's loving arms to hold me tight
And I...I...I need...I need your...I need your tender lips...

Life is full of beauty...

2011-09-21T03:06:00.000-07:00

“Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.”

Ashley Smith

"A vida está cheia de beleza. Repara nisso. Repara no zangão,na criança pequena,nas caras sorridentes. Sente o cheiro da chuva,e sente o vento. Vive a tua vida ao expoente do teu potencial, e luta pelos teus sonhos."

RELATED LINKS: http://www.lisagerrard.com/

I think over again my small adventures...

2011-07-28T17:43:00.000-07:00

I think over again my small adventures.
My fears.
Those small ones that seemed so big.
For all the vital things I had to get and to reach.
And yet there is only one great thing.
The only thing.
To live to see the great day that dawns and the light that fills the world.
~Old Inuit Song

Short clip from Never Cry Wolf, dedicated to those quite special friends who opened a little corner in their hearts for me to enter, when I seeked warmth.
You know who you are!

Thank You,Obrigado!_MW

La voce di un angelo

2011-07-11T19:24:00.000-07:00

Grazie,THANK YOU,obrigado suni,but -it´s kind of bad to make a grown man cry!
LOL, I LOVED IT,THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN!
:)

The world´s greatest endeavor...

2011-07-03T07:54:00.000-07:00

I may have flaws,live in anxiety and be upset a few times,

But I don´t forget that my life

Is the world´s greatest endeavor...

And I can avoid it´s bankruptcy.

To be happy is to realize it´s worth living

In spite all the challenges, misunderstandings, periods of crisis.

To be happy is to stop being a victim of problems and

Becoming the author of my own story...

It is crossing deserts outside oneself, but being able to find

The oasis in the depths of one´s soul...

It is thanking God for the Miracle life is.

To be happy is to be unafraid of one´s feelings.

It´s being able to speak about oneself.

It´s having the heart to face the word "NO"!!!

It´s the feeling of safety after criticism,

Even if unfair...

Stones on my path?

I keep all of these, so one day I can build my castle...

A poem by Fernando Pessoa/Portuguese Poet

Running...

2011-06-22T21:13:00.000-07:00

Running has been a topic that many filmmakers and novelists have approached over the years.But what is it that makes the simple act of running such an interesting topic to approach?
Are there not many other athletics skills or events more interesting that would give great stories? Maybe! There are quite a few Artworks out there that depict athleticism and sports of all sorts from golf to boxing, to Skydiving and rock climbing and so on that narrate the story of true or fictional carachters that were known for their athletic prowess, or simply due to the fact that some filmmaker decided there was a story to be told about some sportsman or athlete out there.
However,what is it that still makes the act of running such an interesting topic for novelists and filmmakers to develop and elaborate? Simplest act in the world for anyone lucky enough to have both legs and a healthy heart.We have been doing it since we started taking our first steps without the aid of parental hands.We all have that memorable run in our minds were it from escaping someone or something that imposed danger to us,or to that run we made towards someone or something we called our prize or our loved one.
Most of us were for the first time challenged or challenged our teen aggressive peer for a run to see whom was faster.
Some few enjoy the act of running so much they do it every day for a number of hours,some do it just for the fun of it,some hate it and are obligated to do it,but most of us when we get older old that memory of how fast we were when we knew our prime.
Most of whom are deprived from the act of running due to health problems or some sort of incarceration, value the act of running sometimes more than life itself since it became an impossible task to achieve and because of its sheer representation of health or absolute freedom.
There are certain tribes in South America that even turned the act of running into a religion.Long distance runners are true wizards in the act of running and can share stories about it that most couch potatoes (that´s me,lol) would not even begin to understand.
Needless to say,there was still a lot more to be said about running...

The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner

The Jericho Mile

Chariots of Fire

Gallipoli

"Running"

Pessoa...

2011-06-13T18:32:00.000-07:00

If Fernando Pessoa were alive today he would celebrate his 123rd birthday!
Now like before, how can one claim true poetry just for oneself? All beautiful
things should never perish inside a box,they should be set free,they should blow in the wind.
For all things that blow in the wind will sooner or later find a place to rest and they shall call it home._BB

The Tagus is more beautiful than the river that flows through my village,
But the Tagus is not more beautiful than the river that flows through my village
Because the Tagus is not the river that flows through my village.

The Tagus has enormous ships,
And for those who see in everything that which isn't there
Its waters are still sailed
By the memory of the carracks.

The Tagus descends from Spain
And crosses Portugal to pour into the sea.
Everyone knows this.
But few know what the river of my village is called
And where it goes to
And where it comes from.
And so, because it belongs to fewer people,
The river of my village is freer and larger.

The Tagus leads to the world.
Beyond the Tagus there is America
And the fortune of those who find it.
No one ever thought about what's beyond
The river of my village.

The river of my village doesn't make one think of anything.
Whoever is next to it is simply next to it.

O Tejo é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia,
Mas o tejo não é mais belo que o rio que corre pela minha aldeia
Porque o tejo não é o rio que corre pela minha aldeia,
O Tejo tem grande navios
E navega nele ainda,
Para aqueles que vêem em tudo o que lá não está,
A memória das naus.
O Tejo desce de Espanha
E o Tejo entra no mar em Portugal.
Toda a gente sabe isso.
Mas poucos sabem qual é o rio da minha aldeia
E para onde ele vai
E donde ele vem.
E por isso, porque pertence a menos gente,
É mais livre e maior o rio da minha aldeia.
Pelo Tejo vai-se para o Mundo.
Para além do Tejo há a América
E a fortuna daqueles que a encontram.
Ninguém nunca pensou no que há para além
Do rio da minha aldeia.
O rio da minha aldeia não faz pensar em nada.
Quem está ao pé dele está só ao pé dele.

Alive, He cried

2011-06-01T19:18:00.000-07:00

Dear friends,hello.

I am very sorry for the long period without posting or giving news, but I´ve been experiencing some rather complicated personal and professional issues that kept me away from my obligations as a blogger (a bad one indeed).
I have also had some computer problems,since my last laptop went definitely KAPUT on me and is now at computer heaven.So only now I´ve been able to link myself to the Internet.
I would like to thank you all for your great patience,friendship and comments,and for sharing your time and ideas with this poor excuse of a blogger.

Your friend_BB

P.S. Meanwhile here is a small treat for those of you that like to travel and don´t know that much about Portugal.I found this great Virtual tour about the Jeronimos Monastery that I would like to share with you,so please click on the web link bellow.
http://3d.culturaonline.pt/Content/Common/VirtualTour/Index.htm?id=75047666-4597-4a28-ae77-9b7567c4732b

I hope you enjoy the ride.

A todos os amigos(as) Portugueses(as) que têm sido tão generosos para comigo com o vosso tempo, mails,palavras de preocupação e afecto o meu mais profundo Obrigado.

Renewal

2011-04-24T14:08:00.000-07:00

Hi Everyone!
Today I was wondering what I could possibly post over here.Have you ever had one of those days were you feel no inspiration?I mean-0,ZERO,NOTHING,NADA?
Well,today was one of those days;after a long period without posting I wanted to say something about Easter and renewal,because after all "Easter is Renewal",and just like Spring, it brings forth the chance to celebrate life and hope after the long, cold and dark period of winter.I believe this to be true whenever I watch Nature´s grand amazing and natural architecture showing and covering the meadows with flowers,grass and the promise of trees.
But before I start rambling about like I sometimes do; like I was saying earlier, I felt no inspiration,but checking my Email today I was surprised to find three amazing music projects all in the Bel Canto area that a few friends had sent me.
The funny of it is,they don´t know each other,and although I like Bel Canto (I love all sorts of music)I had to smile with the refined taste of the video links instead of the usual-Dude,look at this guy shredding that electric guitar!!- Stuff.
I felt perplexed with this amazing coincidence and felt the need to share these videos with you,I hope you like these has much as I did.
I wish you all a Happy Easter and along with it the great chance of renewal of hearts and minds._BB

Here is a video that according to a friend went viral,but I had no idea of its existence,I really enjoyed it.

Here is a grand choir that I had the chance to watch perform earlier this week, live at the Church of Saint Nicholas/Igreja de são Nicolau in Lisbon.

And here is the Pièce de résistance, a great video from a well known blogger singing with the voice of an angel.You can also check it at http://www.suniart.blogspot.com/

Páscoa Feliz/Happy Easter

2011-04-05T19:46:00.001-07:00

A dog named Patrick

2011-04-04T18:33:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone!

I reflect a bit before writing this text as it is not my interest to emotionally disturb anyone advertising the little shop of horrors that is TV nowadays, with its daily news.All day long we watch countless hours off death, destruction, disasters, corruption, crime, war, wildfires, world hunger, war, elections, downfall of governments, war, disasters,financial political and social collapses,war (sorry,i believe i´ve said war before) and to my very own astonishment, daily I watch these sort of news bulletins paused, "not focused and looking for voices that provide solutions for a much needed physical and mental therapy on a world increasingly unbalanced and artificial "but by a cataclysm of ads that advertise the new toothpaste, or the new slimming pills, soon to be superseded by the hyper-caloric announcement from the latest delicacy wrapped inside a multicolored package stuffed with onions,ketchup,salt,sugar, "arthritis" and all sorts of yummi extras, that add "that" extra taste of artificial vanilla to a piece of ground beef injected with hormones and adrenaline that our children love to eat washing it down their little throats with buckets of coca-cola,so they later can become part of the latest statistics on childhood obesity or diabetes,brought to you by the same "humanitarians" who give pocket money to cancer research centers every Christmas, and are the very same people that made your kids fat and lazy in the first place and who are now promoting exercise and salad on a non stop vomiting (but profitable) chain of events...
Wait!Let me stop for a while so I can catch my breath before going on ...

Over the years we have seen "moral values" being traded before our very eyes in the name of sheer greed in a never ending accumulation of material goods, but we fail to realize
there is a true and fierce lack of peace, love, brotherhood, understanding, love for nature,love for animals and our fellow man in modern society.
I often wonder-what is it? Who turned "US"into this smart but cruel puppets that walk the earth?Let me ask you!Isn´t Man part of the same nature that nourishes our beings? In the end will we not nourish nature in return?SURE WE WILL!THIS IS A FACT! Although in our pathetically stupid arrogant perspective we keep lying to ourselves and believe to belong at some higher step in evolution.
Since this is so, why do we sometimes act the way we do? So disrespectful of Nature and our fellow man ?
Am I going too fast? I apologize,I often wonder and loose myself in my own thoughts.
There are certain stories that force me to stop and think about the sad fate of that word we often misquote,a word that should be shouted from the rooftops, and that is still the purest symbol of all that is good and that "still" endures inside man.
Clearly you know that I am talking about "LOVE".
I do not intend to subliminate anymore what I wanted to show you,because there is no point in covering up a horror story under a Ton of fancy words.

Perhaps you have seen or heard about this_ somewhere in the United States; a dog after having spent a period of famine way beyond the starvation point, was pushed into a bag and thrown inside of a garbage duct.A maintenance worker noticed some movement inside the bag and opened it up,were he found the dog who was now little more than a pile of bones but,was still fighting for his life.
This dog survived after persistent and excellent work done by a team of veterinarians and was named Patrick, since he was found on Saint Patrick´s day.
To watch a video click HERE.
I am mentioning this because Patrick has become an Internet phenomenon with thousands of followers around the world (including me) who seek to know his state of health on a daily basis.
With this I hope that in future the name of Patrick is spoken in all corners of the world and become a sort of symbol for all those who loathe and despise those who encourage such sadism and fail to give a more "human" treatment to their pets.I hope that this kind of behavior will be casted out from all societies once and for all...I hope...Since "we are only human" If we act as such.

I did not want to extend the horizons of this very small shop of horrors but for those who somehow feel the need to broaden their vision of things and aren´t afraid of a much more graphic perspective I would also like to ask your attention to the following story from Brazil.
Viewer discretion is advised:To view click HERE.
To finish I just wanted to point out that over the years I´ve had the privilege to meet some people, ordinary folks like myself of all nationalities who face all the difficulties of life as I do, and share no other previlege than the ability to feel some empathy.
There is nothing "sanctifying" in it, but I still feel a genuine affection and the deepest admiration for people who have shared and keep sharing stories of how they saved dogs and cats that were abandoned to die on highways,of dogs and cats who were kicked with such violence until they had their bones broken, or people who have pets with no legs, or who are old, or blind and so on with no common appeal in what is supposed to be a pet, or how they filed complaints to the police about attack dogs that were used in illegal fights to the death and when found were completely deformed,deranged and mad from the brutality they endured, or animals that were forced to give birth to never ending litters of pups and kittens until they were unable to walk,or strangled dogs hanging from trees with their own leashes or tied with chains to tires to serve as practice for target shooting ... and an infinite number of dark and hard to imagine stories.
I hope this new century will bring forth not only what is techno progress or economic and Socio-Development but also, the ability to turn to ourselves,into our humanity,our kindness,without intention to quote any sort of religious cliche I dare say our very "souls", so we may find once more, and miss that increasingly basic need, which is the need to love and learn to love back and with it have a lot of more respect for our four legged brothers._BB

I would also like to apologize for my very poor English to all of those who are kind enough to read some of my stuff...In the future I will try harder to improve my knowledge of the English language.
I THANK YOU ALL_BB

Um cão chamado Patrick

2011-04-04T18:28:00.000-07:00

Olá a todos(as)!

Reflecti um bocado antes de escrever este texto visto que não é de meu interesse perturbar ninguém emocionalmente ou publicitar a lojinha dos horrores que é a TV com os seus flashes noticiosos diários a que nos vamos habituando e para nossa incredulidade até entretendo, com a verdadeira enchente de notícias sobre morte,destruição,abalos sismícos,corrupção,crime,guerra,fogos florestais,fome mundial,guerra,eleições,queda de governos,guerra, calamidades político_social e financeiras,guerra (desculpem acho que já tinha dito guerra) e que para meu espanto são apenas pausadas "não por vozes que procuram dar soluções e tepapia física e mental a um mundo cada vez mais desiquilibrado e artificial" mas sim pelo cataclismo de anúncios que publicitam a nova pasta de dentes ou as novas pílulas de emagrecimento para logo serem suplantadas pelo anúncio de uma qualquer iguaria hiper-calórica vendida sobre a forma de pacotinho multi-colorido e gorduroso recheado de cebola e todo o género de suplementos que adicionam um gosto suplementar e artificial de baunilha ao pedaço de carne moída e injectado com hormonas e que os nossos filhos adoram comer empurrando garganta abaixo baldes de coca-cola para mais tarde virem a pertencer à estatística de obesidade infantil ou crianças diabéticas.
Deixem-me parar um pouco para ganhar fôlego e já continuo...
Como dizia não é minha intenção publicitar ou mencionar nada que não tenha um "mínimo" de interesse socio-cultural ou que sirva de algum modo para enriquecer as nossas vidas tão ganaciosamente hipnotizadas e ávidas de acumulação de materiais mas quase totalmente áridas de paz,amor,fraternidade,compreensão,amor pela natureza,pelos animais e pelo ser humano, visto que este é parte integrante da mesma natureza que nos alimenta e alimentar-se-á dos nossos corpos depois de morrermos, embora na nossa arrogância pateticamente estúpida continuemos a mentir a nós mesmos e a querer acreditar que pertencemos a um qualquer patamar superior de evolução.
Estou a ir demasiadamente rápido? Peço desculpa,mas embora já me vá habituando a certos blocos noticiosos mais ou menos horrorizantes que vou vendo com a mesma imparcialidade e frieza com que se come um prato de lentilhas, ainda assim existem certas notícias que me obrigam a parar e pensar no triste destino daquela palavra bradada aos quatro ventos e que é a mais pura simbologia de tudo quanto existe de bom e que ainda, "ainda" vai resistindo dentro do ser-humano.
Obviamente que lhes falo daquilo que apelidamos como "AMOR".
Não pretendo aqui subliminar mais o que lhes quero mostrar, pois de nada serve querer disfarçar o horror com uma enxurrada de palavras pseudo-filosofais.
Talvez tenham visto ou ouvido esta notícia algures,nos Estados Unidos; um cão após ter passado um período de fome muito para além da sub-nutrição foi enfiado dentro de um saco e atirado por dentro de uma conduta de lixo.Um responsável pela manutenção do prédio reparou nalgum movimento dentro de um dos sacos de lixo e ao abrir o mesmo deu com o cão que não era mais do que uma pilha de ossos mas que ainda assim lutava pela vida.
Este cão hoje sobrevive depois do persistente e magnífico trabalho realizado por uma equipa de veterinários e foi baptizado com o nome de Patrick visto que foi encontado no dia de Saint Patrick um santo Irlandês conhecido por dar boa sorte aos seus seguidores.Pode ver o vídeo AQUI.
Saliento esta notícia porque o Patrick tem vindo a tornar-se num fenómeno da Internet com milhares de seguidores de todo o mundo (eu inclusive) que procuram saber o seu estado de saúde diariamente,e com isto faço votos que futuramente o nome do Patrick seja falado em todos os cantos do mundo e se torne numa espécie de símbolo para todos aqueles que abominam e desprezam todos os que se desresponsabilizam de dar um tratamento mais "Humano" aos seus animais de companhia e para que este género de comportamentos saia o mais possível do comportamento daqueles que se auto intitularam e apelidaram como seres Humanos.
Apenas "somos Humanos" quando nos portamos como tal.
Não queria alargar muito os horizontes desta lojinha dos horrores mas para aqueles que de certo modo sentem a necessidade de alargar a visão das coisas e não se importam com pormenores gráficos mais violentos então também peço a vossa atenção para este caso que vem do Brasil que é tão cruel que nem existem pormenores para o descrever.Embora tenha um final feliz desaconselho o visionamento DESTE vídeo aqueles mais sensíveis.
Para finalizar apenas queria salientar que ao longo dos anos tenho tido o previlégio verdadeiramente honrado de conhecer algumas pessoas,cidadãos comuns como eu de todas as nacionalidades que enfrentam todas a dificuldades da vida como eu, e que em nada são previlegiados a não ser com a capacidade de empatia.
Nada existe de "santificante" nisto, mas não deixo de sentir um verdadeiro carinho e a mais profunda admiração por pessoas que me contam histórias de como salvaram cães e gatos que foram abandonados em estradas para morrerem atropelados, ou pontapeados com tamanha violência que ficaram com os ossos partidos,ou que recolheram animais sem patas ou cegos ou idosos ou sem nenhum atractivo comum naquilo que é suposto ser um animal de companhia,ou que denunciaram lutas ilegais de cães e que ficaram completamente disformes e enlouquecidos devido à brutalidade resultante das mesmas,ou animais que foram forçados a parir até morrerem com ninhadas consecutivas interruptamente,ou que desprenderam cães enforcados em árvores com as próprias trelas ou amarrados com correntes a pneus para servirem de prática de tiro ao alvo... e um número infinito de histórias tenebrosas e difíceis de imaginar.
Espero que este novo século traga para além daquilo que é o progresso técnológico ou económico-social a capacidade de volvermos ao encontro de nós mesmos,da nossa humanidade,fugindo de qualquer clichê religioso atrevo-me a dizer da nossa alma;para que re-encontremos e sintamos a falta uma vez mais da necessidade mais básica, que é a necessidade de amar e saber dar amor de volta e que com isso ganhemos um maior respeito pelos nossos irmãos de quatro patas.

Dedicado com amizade ao Said e dona que muito me ensinaram e continuam a ensinar através do exemplo._BB

Be like the Moon

2011-03-26T10:15:00.000-07:00

The moon will never lie to anyone.
Be like the moon.
No one hates the moon or wants to kill it.
The moon does not take antidepressants and never gets sent to prison.
The moon never shot a guy in the face and ran away.
The moon has been around a long time and has never tried to rip anyone off.
The moon does not care who you want to touch or what color you are.
The moon treats everyone the same.
The moon never tries to get in on the guest list or use your name to impress others.
Be like the moon.
When others insult or belittle in an attempt to elevate themselves, the moon sits passively and watches, never lowering itself to anything that weak. The moon is beautiful and bright.
It needs no makeup to look beautiful.
The moon never shoves clouds out of its way so it can be seen.
The moon needs not fame or money to be powerful.
The moon never asks you to go to war to defend it.
Be like the moon."
- Henry Rollins.

A lua nunca mentiu a ninguém.
Sê como a lua.
Ninguém odeia a lua ou quer matá-la.
A lua nunca toma anti-depressivos e não pode enviada para a cadeia.
A lua nunca baleou ninguém na cara e fugiu.
A lua tem andado por cá já faz muito tempo e nunca tentou enganar ninguém.
A lua não se interessa por quem é que tu desejas tocar ou qual é a cor da tua pele.
A lua trata toda a gente do mesmo modo.
A lua nunca tentou pertencer à lista de convidados ou tentou usar o teu nome para impressionar os outros.
Sê como a lua.
Quando os outros insultam e humilham na tentativa de se elevarem a si mesmos,a lua permanece passiva e apenas olha, nunca se baixando perante algo tão reles.
A lua é bela e brilhante.
Não necessita de maquilhagem para ser bela.
A lua nunca empurra as nuvens fora do seu caminho apenas para que reparem nela.
A lua não precisa de fama ou dinheiro para ser poderosa.
A lua nunca te pede para ires para a guerra em seu nome.
SÊ COMO A LUA.

- Henry Rollins.
-Portuguese translation/BB

I like the moon

2011-03-23T17:33:00.000-07:00

Here´s a small video I found on You Tube from one of my favourite comtemporary American poets H.R.. I selected this video because it sort of reflects my own thoughts and feelings of life (and yonder) at this precise moment.Well, at least some of it_Thank God i´m not as pessimistic about life or my fellow man as Mr.Rollins is...Sure, I know this ain´t Heaven (and we al have a different definition of what "that" is) BUT_I still believe there´s a lot of good in this world, I see it every day.The moon is just a part of that wide spectrum of wonder and beauty that ONE should be thankful for...and I AM !
What about you ? Do you know any poem or have something to say about the moon?

Today the moon is high,iridescent and beautiful.
_Portugal,Lisbon,00.29 a.m._BB

ROUND LAND OF HORSES AND APPLES...

2011-03-19T22:16:00.000-07:00

Ao Miguel, no seu 4º Aniversário, e contra o nuclear, naturalmente ...

Vais crescendo, meu filho, com a difícil

luz do mundo. Não foi um paraíso,

que não é medida humana, o que para ti

sonhei. Só quis que a terra fosse limpa,

nela pudesses respirar desperto

e aprender que todo homem, todo,

tem direito a sê-lo inteiramente

até ao fim. Terra de sol maduro,

redonda terra de cavalos e maçãs,

terra generosa, agora atormentada

no próprio coração; terra onde teu pai

e tua mãe amaram para que fosses

o pulsar da vida, tornada inferno

vivo onde nos vão encurralando

o medo, a ambição, a estupidez,

se não for demência apenas a razão;

terra inocente, terra atraiçoada,

em que nem sequer é já possível

pousar num rio os olhos de alegria,

e partilhar o pão, ou a palavra;

terra onde o ódio a tanta e tão vil

besta fardada é tudo o que nos resta;

abutres e chacais que do saber fizeram

comércio tão contrário à natureza

que só crimes e crimes e crimes pariam.

Que faremos nós, filho, para que a vida

seja mais que a cegueira e cobardia?
Poema de Eugénio de Andrade

Young foul/Portuguese garrano breed

To Miguel for his 4th birthday, and against nuclear power, of course ...

You grow up, my son, with the difficult

light of the world. It was not a paradise,

made of human measure, what I once had

dreamed for you. I only meant that the land be cleared,

And in it you could breath awake

and learn that every man, every man,

would be entitled to be so entirely,

until the end. Land of ripe sun,

round land of horses and apples,

generous land, now tormented

in its very heart, land where your father

and mother once loved

so that you could be the pulse of life

now turned into hell

where we become trapped

In fear, greed, stupidity,

Dementia turned into reason;

innocent land, betrayed land,

where it is not even possible

To rest ones eyes on a river of joy,

and share the bread, or the word;

land where so much hatred and vile

uniformed beast is all that remains;

vultures and jackals who have knowledge

trade so contrary to nature

criminals that give birth to crime.

What shall we do, son, so that life

is more than blindness and cowardness?
Poem by Eugénio de Andrade / English Translation by BB

2011-03-18T02:11:00.000-07:00

TUDO

2011-03-13T08:56:00.000-07:00

Observo...observo que, muitas coisas podem ficar perdidas na tradução...mas o que posso dizer, se ao despregar os olhos do meu próprio umbigo,ao escutar o som do vento, ouço lamentos de uma terra distante, que fala o meu idioma...a minha língua...a voz da minha terra.
?
http://ultimonanbanjin.blogspot.com/
Expressa a tua solidariedade
Mostra o teu amor
Isso é TUDO...e tudo o resto são rumores.

Shu no Inori / Our Father in Japanese / Pai Nosso em Japonês

2011-03-12T06:35:00.000-08:00

Shu no Inori / Our Father in Japanese / Pai Nosso em Japonês

Ten ni orareru watashi-tachi no Chichi yo,

minna ga sei tosaremasu yo ni.

Mi kuni ga kimasu yo ni.

Mi kokoro ga ten ni okona wareru tori chi ni mo okonawaremasu yo ni.

Watashitachi no hi goto no kate o kyo mo oatae kudasai.

Watashitachi no tsumi o yurushi kudasai.

Watashitachi mo hito o yurushimasu.

Watashitachi o yuwaku ni ochi irasezu, aku kara o sukui kudasai.

Amen

Our hearts and minds are with you._BB

Respiro / I Breathe

2011-03-08T18:01:00.000-08:00

Short scene from the movie Respiro (2002)/ Amazing music piece (Nestor's Saga) by John Surman

The Fisherman by Rosemarie E. Bishop

I saw an old fisherman out in a boat,
rocking alone on the rippling waters.
"Are you fishing for sport?" I called out to him,
trying to be friendly,
but he only waved.
Thinking that maybe he couldn't hear me to well,
I called out again in a louder voice.
"Are you fishing for food?" I asked him this time,
hoping I'd get a response.
Once again, he simply waved,
as his boat drifted a little more.
As he drew nearer, his face became clearer,
and soon I knew who he was.
"Are you fishing for me?" I asked Him this time,
knowing the answer before He replied.
The fisherman smiled as he held out his hand
and said to me, "Come aboard, Child."

To good friends..._BB

"grawsome" :D or "A small tribute to a great friend".

2011-03-02T02:58:00.000-08:00

In my attempt to make some sense of the world, I´ve decided to have a blog of my own where I could share some of my points of view with others, and try an make some new friends in the process. That was over a year now,maybe more. But truth be told, "bicando" became somewhat smaller and beyond my initial expectations.
I´m the one to blame really,I mean there´s only "so much" one can do when he´s always in a pressure to regain lost time (at least that´s my excuse lol)but...and ~~there´s always a but~~, not a day goes by that I don´t feel happy for taking that initial step of starting a blog of my own.
You want to know why ? Well, because I found that this thing that we call the internet can be a great tool for reaching others and making some really good friends even that they are Oceans apart.
So here´s my small tribute to a great friend I found along the way,she´s a wonderful Artist (In the true sense of the word) and she´s taught me a lot not only about Art in it´s many genres but also about life and in the process about myself.
There were many names to include over here, but for now, I must say thank you suni thankyou so much, for summoning that "grawsome" (this is a new word I made up by the way)Genie that we call friendship.

Some great Artwork from suni, see some more at:
http://suniart.blogspot.com/

Black Oceans

2011-02-24T22:31:00.000-08:00

Memória da Noite / Luar na Lubre PT

Madrugada, o porto adormeceu, amor,
A lua ondula sobre as ondas
Piso espelhos antes de que saia o sol
Na noite guardei a tua memória.

Perderei outra vez a vida
Quando romper a luz nos rochedos,
Perderei o dia que aprendi a beijar
Palavras dos teus olhos sobre o mar.

Veio o luto antes de vir o rumor,
Levou a maré sob a sombra.
Barcos negros sulcam a manhã sem voz,
As redes vazias, sem gaivotas.

E dirão, contarão mentiras
Para oferecê-las ao patrono:
Quererão fechar com umas moedas, talvez,
Os teus olhos abertos sobre o mar.

Madrugada, o porto despertou, amor,
O relógio do bar ficou parado
Na faina muda da desolação.
Não vamos esquecer, nem perdoá_lo.

Voltarei, voltarei à vida
Quando volta a luz nos rochedos
Porque nós arrancamos todo o orgulho do mar,
Não nos afundaremos nunca mais
Que na tua memória já não haja volta atrás:
Não nos humilhareis nunca mais.

Memória da Noite / Luar na Lubre Unoficial ET (ENGLISH TRANSLATION)by BB

Dawn, the port fell asleep, Love,
The moon flows upon the waves
I step on mirrors before the sun comes out
On that night I kept your memory.

I will lose life once more
When the light breaks upon the rocks,
Lose that day when I learned to kiss
Your eyes wide open, upon the sea.

Came to grief before the rumor,
It took the tide away beneath its shade.
Boats ply the dark morning without a voice,
Those empty nets without seagulls.

And they will say, tell lies
And offer them to the patron:
And will try to shut your eyes
with a few coins, maybe,
Open them wide upon the sea.

Dawn, the port has awakened, love,
The clock stood still at the Pub
Changes in toil of desolation.
Let's not forget, nor forgive.

I will come back, come back to life
When the light is back, upon the rocks
Because we pull all our pride from the sea,
Let us not sink, never again
Let not your memory forget it;
You shall not humiliate us anymore.

Dedicated to all of those who pull their pride from the Sea.
WE SHALL NEVER FORGET:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prestige_oil_spill
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deepwater_Horizon_explosion
...and many more.

WHY OIL ? / PORQUÊ PETRÓLEO ?

2011-02-02T09:01:00.000-08:00

Currently there are engines powered by "Compressed Air, Water, Electricity,solar power, Magnetism,Alchool, methanol, cooking oil, garbage, etc." (all of these considered to be less pollutant than Petroleum a.k.a OIL, and some are even considered to be pollutant free) these also have something in common, thay are all cheaper than OIL.
But the oil lobby continues to keep us "blind" in the presence of such concepts. So, for the average citizen the car engine that runs on nothing but "Their Oil" seems something out of a science fiction novel, or some sort of utopian idea approved only by the unpractical,retarded,obsolete,misinformed and paranoid "dude".
UTOPIA?
I believe it´s more than time we should ask ourselves "why ?" !_BB

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsJAlrYjGz8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p4hs607eNYQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x1UrlDNkYSo

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4_lSxhTatUU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OEfpGoYMdvQ

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XPH3fV1Fd4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QegyXo5u9uI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBBpwX1sJxQ

PT (Portuguese translation)
Actualmente existem carros movidos a "Ar Comprimido,Água,Electricidade,Energia Solar,Magnetismo,Álcool,Metanol,Óleo de fritar,Lixo e.t.c" (todos estes muito menos poluentes do que o petróleo sendo alguns até completamente isentos de capacidade para poluir o meio ambiente. Estas alternativas também têm todas algo em comum,SÃO TODAS MAIS BARATAS DO QUE O PETRÓLEO) no entanto o Lobby do Petróleo continua a manter-nos "cegos" perante todos estes conceitos que nos parecem utópicos ou saidos de um filme de ficção cientifica.
UTOPIA ???
Creio que é mais do que altura de perguntar-se a si próprio o porquê de tal situação._BB

Lixo Extraordinário (Waste Land) 2010

2011-01-26T13:37:00.000-08:00

Let´s hope it wins an Oscar !_BB

A Plastic Sea

2011-01-25T14:42:00.000-08:00

Quase todos os sacos de plástico não acondicionados em lixeiras acabam, mais cedo ou mais tarde, por chegar aos rios e aos oceanos. Os ambientalistas chamam a atenção para este problema e citam o fato de milhares de baleias, golfinhos, tartarugas-marinhas e aves marinhas morrerem asfixiadas por sacos de plástico. O caso ocorreu em 2002, quando uma baleia anã deu à costa da Normandia com cerca de 800 kg de sacos de plástico encravados no estômago.
Fonte:http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saco_de_plástico

According to Jornal A Tribuna, six years ago, a Minke whale was found dead in Normandy, France, with 800 pounds of plastic bags in its stomach. Birds have also been seen trying to feed bits of plastic to their young, believing it to be food.
Source:http://www.treehugger.com/files/2010/03/psa-shows-life-in-a-sea-of-plastic.php

Aloha Thailand

2011-01-13T23:51:00.001-08:00

File Source: http://sacredflowerproductions.blogspot.com/
Please, spread the word !

Programa Biosfera / Votos para 2011

2011-01-10T01:40:00.000-08:00

http://arquivo.faroldeideias.com/arquivo_farol/index.php?programa=Biosfera
Um programa Nacional cheio de qualidade que vejo e revejo e o qual aconselho a todos aqueles que têm preocupações ambientais ou que pura e simplesmente amam e respeitam a Natureza.Pena que em Portugal este género de programas seja sempre passado para segundo plano e sejam tão negligenciado pelo Telespectador.
Aconselho-o(a) que o siga regularmente,acredite que não vai perder o seu tempo._BB

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2011-01-07T05:23:00.000-08:00

1.1.11 A tribute to a new day

2011-01-01T15:07:00.000-08:00

I am here to shine my light, to be bright, to be brilliant! I am here to share, to love, to teach, to heal. I have studied and learned and shall always be a humble student....I am also a teacher; and I have a responsibility to teach what I have been blessed to learn.

I am ready.

I am inspired.

I am Blessed.

I am Gratitude.

I chose Abundance. I chose Life. I chose to Love myself and others as Divine BeIngs of Energy and Light.

I share this with you in hopes that it touches your heart and brightens your light.
May you also be empowered and activated in your truth.

Text Excerpt from Toi Pua La`a / Artistic Director, Choreographer & Performance Artist
Source: http://sacredflowerproductions.blogspot.com/

PT/Portuguese Translation
Eu estou aqui para fazer brilhar a minha luz, para ser brilho, para ser brilhante! Estou aqui para compartilhar, para amar, para ensinar, para curar. Estudei e aprendi e sempre serei uma estudante humilde .... eu também sou professora, e eu tenho a responsabilidade de ensinar o que tenho sido abençoada em aprender.

Estou pronta.

Eu sou inspirada.

Eu sou abençoada.

Eu sinto-me Grata.

Eu escolhi a Abundância. Eu escolhi a vida. Eu escolhi amar a mim mesma e os outros como seres divinos de energia e luz.

Eu compartilho isso com vocês na esperança de que toque o vosso coração e ilumine a vossa luz.
Que seja você também capacitado e activo em suas verdade.
De Toi Pua La`a / Artistic Director, Choreographer & Performance Artist
Fonte: http://sacredflowerproductions.blogspot.com/

Thank you Pua La`a for being a never ending source of inspiration _BB

LOVE !

2010-12-30T20:13:00.000-08:00

I STILL BELIEVE IT CAN BE DONE !
DARE TO DREAM !
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE,FELIZ ANO NOVO A TODOS,Abraços de Portugal para o mundo_BB

The new blue dress / O vestidinho azul

2010-12-23T06:51:00.000-08:00

Recently I rediscovered a short story that I fell in love with a long time ago. I was just browsing through a large and dusty pile of old books and papers, and "this" old book I used to read when I was just a young kid, sort of jumped out of "nowhere" and caught my attention.
_There you are !"I said".And browsing trough the pages of this dusty old book I found once again a short story that I believe is quite special and unique. You won´t find the meaning of life upon it,or some incredible "stuff" that will boost your mind into another dimension or the fairy realm. It comes with no special powers,and you don´t have to be a brain surgeon to understand it,even a 5 year old will, but sometimes,"sometimes" simplicity will travel a great distance and achieve the most magnificent acts,much more than any other sophisticated "gizmo"or a multimillion dollar spaceship.
It´s just a very simple story based on real events that happened a long time ago, like 100 years or so, and this is what really made me want to share it with you,due to the fact that this short story being so old, and all protagonists on it are most probably dead ; but the narrative is so alive,so real even for today´s standards,there´s such honesty upon it that I felt it wouldn´t make much sense if I kept it to myself, because in my heart I truly hope and believe that the single act of purchasing a blue little dress for a poor little girl,(or any other act of kindness) the single,unique and magnificent act of giving something of "value" to one who owns "nothing" develops a wonderful chain of events that will live on forever and echoe in eternity.
I hope you enjoy this short story as much as I did,may it echoe in your heart and may we "all",all over the world, find happiness and love.
I want to believe_,Merry Christmas Everyone_BB

The New Blue Dress
When spring came to the city of Cleveland, Ohio, in 1909, it did not change Gates avenue. The people who lived on the pretty streets near Gates Avenue were making gardens, painting their houses and getting their lawn mowers ready for the summer. But Gates avenue continued to look dirty and ugly.
Gates Avenue was a short street. But it seemed long because it was so ugly. Most of the the families who lived there had very little money. They never expected to have much more.
Sometimes the men had jobs and sometimes they didn´t. Their houses had not been painted in many years and did not even have running water. The Gates Avenue families carried their water from the hydrants on the street corners.
The street itself was ugly, too. It had no pavement and no street light. The railway at one end of Gates Avenue added noise and dirt.
Most of the little girls in the school near Gates Avenue wore pretty new clothes that spring. But the little girl from Gates Avenue wore the same dirty dress that she had worn all winter. It was probably the only dress she owned.
Her teacher sighed. The little girl was so nice! She always worked hard in school; she was always polite and friendly. But her face was dirty and her hair was untidy.
One day the teacher said, "Will you wash your face before you come to school tomorrow morning? Please do that for me." The teacher could see that the girl was pretty under the dirt.
A clean face
The next morning the child´s pretty face had been washed. Her hair was clean and tidy, too. Before the little girl went home that afternoon, the teacher said, "Now, dear, please ask your mother to wash your dress."
But the little girl continued to wear the dirty dress. "Her Mother is probably not interested in her," the teacher thought. So she bought a bright blue dress and gave it to the little girl. The child took the present eagerly and hurried home as fast as she could.
The next morning she came to school in the new blue dress, and she was clean and tidy. She told the teacher, "My mother was surprised when she saw me this morning in my new dress. My father wasn´t at home; he had gone to work. But he will see me at supper this evening."
When he father saw her in the new blue dress, he was surprised to find that he had a pretty little girl. When the family sat down to eat supper, he was even more surprised to find a cloth on the table. The family had never used a tablecloth before. "What is the cloth for?" he asked.
"We´re going to be more tidy here," his wife said. "It isn´t nice to have a house that is dirty and untidy when our daughter is so clean."
After supper the mother started to wash the floors. Her husband watched for a little while without saying anything. Then he went outside into the back yard and began to repair the fence. The next evening, with the family´s help, he started digging for a garden.
During the next week, the man who lived in the next house watched what the little girl´s family was doing. Then he started to paint his house for the first time in ten years.
A few days later the young minister of a church near Gates Avenue passed the two houses and and saw the men working. He noticed that there was no pavement o Gates Avenue and no street light. He knew the houses had no running water. "People who are trying so hard to have clean homes and tidy yards on a street like this should be helped," the minister said to himself.
He went to see the men who were at the head of the city government. And he went to see the important businessmen and the leaders f churches and schools. He asked them to help the families living on Gates Avenue.
A few months later Gates Avenue looked like a different street. There was pavement now on the avenue. There was a light on the street corner. The houses had running water. Six months after the little girl got her new blue dress, Gates Avenue was a tidy street of friendly homes where respectable families lived.
People who knew about the changes called it the "Gates Avenue Cleanup." Everywhere the young minister went, he told the story of this miracle.
Other cities heard of the "cleanup" and began to organize their own "cleanup" campaigns. Since 1913, thousands of U.S. towns and cities have organized campaigns for painting and repairing homes. For the people who live in the homes, life has been made better.
Who knows what miracles may happen when a teacher gives a little girl a new blue dress?

PT/Portuguese Translation
Recentemente reencontrei uma pequena história pela qual me apaixonei há muito tempo atrás. Eu vasculhava uma pilha grande de livros empoeirados e antigos e papeladas, e um livro antigo que costumava ler quando ainda era puto saltou do "nada" e chamou-me a atenção.
_Aqui estás tu! "disse para comigo". E ao reler as páginas deste livro velho e empoeirado encontrei uma vez mais um pequeno conto que acredito ser muito especial e único. Tu não vais encontrar o sentido da vida nele, ou alguma "coisa" incrível que vai transportar a tua mente para outra dimensão, ou para o reino das fadas, ele não vem com poderes especiais, e não é necessário ser um cirurgião do cérebro para entendê-lo, mesmo uma criança 5 anos de idade consegue entender este conto, mas às vezes, "às vezes" a simplicidade consegue percorrer uma grande distância e consegue realizar os actos mais magníficos, muito mais do que qualquer outra "engenhoca" sofisticada ou uma nave espacial que custa milhões de dólares.
É apenas uma história muito simples, baseado em factos reais que aconteceu faz muito tempo, talvez há 100 anos ou mais, e foi isso que me fez querer realmente compartilhar esta pequena história convosco, devido ao facto desta pequena história ser tão velha, e todos os protagonistas que nela participaram provavelmente já estarem mortos, mas a narrativa continua tão viva, tão real, mesmo para os padrões actuais, existe tal honestidade nesta que senti não haver muito sentido em conservá-la apenas para mim. Porque no meu coração, eu espero e acredito que o simples acto de comprar um vestidinho azul para uma menina pobre, (ou qualquer outro acto de bondade) Daquele Acto Único, único e magnífico, que consiste em dar algo de "valor " a quem não possui "nada", desenvolve uma cadeia de eventos maravilhosos que vão viver para sempre e ecoam pela eternidade fora.
Espero que gostem deste conto tanto como eu,faço votos que ecoe no vosso coração e que "todos" nós, em todo o mundo,possamos encontrar a tão desejada felicidade e o amor.
Eu quero acreditar_, Feliz Natal a todos_BB

O Vestidinho Azul
Quando a primavera chegou à cidade de Cleveland, Ohio, em 1909, não alterou o aspecto de Gates Avenue. As pessoas que viviam nas ruas asseadas bem perto de Gates Avenue estavam a fazer jardins, pintavam as casas e preparavam os seus cortadores relva para o verão. Mas Gates Avenue continuava com um aspecto sujo e feio.
Gates Avenue era uma pequena rua. Mas parecia muito maior, por causa do seu mau aspecto. A maioria das famílias que lá viviam tinha muito pouco dinheiro. E estes nunca esperavam ter muito mais.
Às vezes, os homens tinham empregos e outras vezes não. As suas casas não eram pintadas à muitos anos e nem sequer tinham água canalizada. As famílias iam buscar água ás bocas de incêndio nas esquinas.
A rua em si era feia também. Não era asfaltada e não havia luz na rua. O caminho de ferro na extremidade da Avenida adicionava barulho e sujidade.
A maioria das meninas da escola perto de Gates Avenue usavam roupas novas naquela primavera. Mas havia uma menina em Gates Avenue que ainda usava o mesmo vestido sujo que tinha usado durante todo o inverno. Era provavelmente o único vestido que possuía.
A sua professora suspirou. Era tão boa menina! Ela sempre se aplicava arduamente na escola, ela era sempre educada e amável. Mas o rosto dela e o cabelo estavam sempre sujos.
Um dia a professora disse: "Vais vai lavar a cara antes de vir para a escola amanhã de manhã? Por favor, faz isso por mim." A professora podia ver que a menina era bonita por debaixo da sujidade.
Uma cara limpa
Na manhã seguinte, o rosto bonito da criança surgiu lavado. O seu cabelo estava limpo e penteado, também. Antes da menina voltar para casa naquela tarde, a professora disse: "Agora, querida, por favor, pede à tua mãe para lavar o teu vestido."
Mas a menina continuava a usar o mesmo vestido sujo. "A mãe provavelmente não se interessa por ela,"pensou a professora. Então, ela comprou um vestido azul brilhante e deu de presente para a menina. A criança pegou no presente com avidez e cheia de pressa correu para casa o mais rápido que pôde.
Na manhã seguinte, ela veio para a escola com o vestido azul novo, e ela estava limpa e aprumada. A menina disse à professorA: "A minha mãe ficou espantada quando me viu esta manhã com o meu vestido novo o meu pai não estava em casa;. ele tinha ido trabalhar, mas ele vai me ver na hora do jantar esta noite.."
Quando o pai a viu com o vestido azul novo, ficou surpreso ao descobrir que tinha uma linda menina. Quando a família se sentou para comer a ceia, ele estava ainda mais surpreso ao encontrar uma toalha de mesa sobre esta. A família nunca tinha usado uma toalha de mesa antes. "Para que é a toalha de mesa?" perguntou.
"Vamos ser mais arrumados por aqui", disse a esposa. "Não é bom ter uma casa suja e desarrumada quando a nossa filha está tão limpinha."
Depois do jantar, a mãe começou a lavar o chão. O marido observou durante um bocado sem dizer nada. Então ele saiu para o quintal e começou a reparar o muro. Na noite seguinte, com a ajuda de toda a família, eles começaram a tratar do jardim.
Durante a próxima semana, o homem que morava na casa ao lado assistiu ao que a família da menina fazia. Então ele começou a pintar a sua casa pela primeira vez em dez anos.
Poucos dias depois, o jovem pastor de uma igreja perto de Gates Avenue passou pelas duas casas, e viu os homens a trabalhar. Ele notou que não havia o pavimento naquela avenida nem luz de rua. Ele sabia que as casas não tinham água canalizada. "Pessoas que lutavam tão arduamente para ter casas limpas e jardins bonitos numa rua como esta devem ser ajudadas", disse o clérigo a si mesmo.
Ele foi ver os homens que estavam à frente do governo da cidade. Entrou para ver os empresários importantes e os líderes das igrejas e escolas. Pediu-lhes para ajudar as famílias que viviam em Gates Avenue.
Poucos meses depois, Gates Avenue parecia uma rua diferente. Existia agora pavimento na avenida. Havia uma luz na esquina da rua. As casas tinham água canalizada. Seis meses depois daquela menina começar a usar o seu vestido azul novo, Gates Avenue era uma rua de casas arrumadas, amigável e onde viviam famílias respeitáveis.
As pessoas que sabiam sobre as alterações a chamou de "A limpeza de Gates Avenue". Por todo o lado o jovem clérigo contou a história deste milagre.
Outras cidades ouviu falar da "limpeza" e começaram a organizar as suas próprias campanhas de "limpeza". Desde 1913, milhares de vilas e cidades dos EUA organizaram campanhas para a pintura e reparação de casas. Para as pessoas que vivem nas casas, a vida tem sido bem melhor.
Quem sabe que milagres podem acontecer quando uma professora oferece a uma menina um vestido azul novo?

Substantia/Substância/Substance

2010-12-19T17:32:00.001-08:00

The End of the "Pink Era"

2010-12-17T14:59:00.000-08:00

I wasn´t sure if I should post this being so close to Christmas and all and bring to the table such a... (I cannot find the proper word) but the news about Blake Edwards death kind off caught me off guard,I mean I was a fan of the Man´s Artwork (If you believe cinema is Art, I do) and whenever I think about the Pink Panther movies I´ve watched trough my teens I always crack up laughing. I mean, Blake Edwards was the man with the plan,the Great puppeteer,the genius director behind the movie stage that made the magic happen and brought to us some of the most hilarious movies that one can ever see,I still remember laughing my AS* off until tears would run down my face and I would grab my rib cage from the hurt that I felt and the fear that something inside me would explode from laughing so hard. I mean, there are comedies,there are silly movies and then there´s genius and THAT was the sort of movies Blake Edwards would direct,movies you would laugh so hard you would fall off a chair (I DID).

I don´t mean to sound disrespectful "BUT" associated with such great comedies Blake Edwards name will also go down with another great name long departed and that was "Peter Sellers", because truth be told the Pink Panther series would have never been such a hit if it weren´t for the sheer genius of this great actor that impersonated the "Inspector Clouseau" Character so well, no one could replace him,there´s a time and an era for everything in life and I do not mean the sequels from The Pink Panther after Peter Sellers death were bad or not so funny,I´m just saying that at that specific time true magic happened between the alliance of these two (even, as the story goes if they weren´t in the best of terms with each other and lived a rather conflictuos and strange work relationship way far from the "healthy" work relationship "displayed" for public appearances, but it´s not my place to judge, I´m just a movie fan. I am also wondering if The Pink Panther character and cartoons (unbelievable great stuff also) will not be forsaken over the years since the "man with the plan" is now dead.

You shall be missed Mr.Edwards ...( The Pink panther theme tune would sound great here wouldn´t it ?)_BB

Sowing the Seeds of Love

2010-12-13T16:37:00.000-08:00

A great song filled with some great metaphors which are so alive today as they were back in 89 when I first heard this._BB

Tears for Fears / Sowing the Seeds of Love

High time we made a stand & shook up the views of the common man

And the love train rides from coast to coast

DJ's the man we love the most

Could you be, could you be squeaky clean

And smash any hope of democracy

As the headline says you're free to choose

There's egg on your face and mud on your shoes

One of these days they're gonna call in the ruse, yeah

(Sowing the seeds of love) anything is possible

(Seeds of love) when you're sowing the seeds of love

(Sowing the seeds of love)

(Sowing the seeds of love) anything is possible

(Seeds of love) sowing the seeds of love (Sowing the seeds)

I spy tears in their eyes

They look to the skies for some kind of divine intervention

Food goes to waste, so nice to eat, so nice to taste

Politician Granny with your high ideals

Have you no idea how the majority feels

So without love and a promised land

We're fools to the rules of a government plan

Kick out the style, bring back the jam

(Sowing the seeds of love) anything (seeds of love)

(Sowing the seeds of love) (Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love)

Sowing the seeds, the birds and the bees, my girlfriend and me in love

Feel the pain, talk about it, if you're a worried man then shout about it

Open hearts, feel about it, open minds, think about it

Everyone read about it, everyone scream about it

Everyone (everyone, yeah yeah)

Everyone (everyone) read about it, read about it

Read it in the books in the crannies

And the nooks there are books to read...Chorus!!!

(Sowing the seeds of love) Oh, the seeds of love

We're sowing the seeds, sowing the seeds

We're sowing the seeds of love. we're sowing the seeds

Sowing the seeds of love, we're sowing the seeds of love

(Mr. England sowing the seeds of love)

(Time to eat all your words, swallow your pride, open your eyes)

Time to eat all your words, swallow your pride, open your eyes

High time we made a stand (time to eat all your words)

And shook up the views of the common man (swallow your pride)

And the love train rides from coast to coast (open your eyes)

Every minute of every hour "I Love a Sunflower" (open your eyes)

And I believe in love power (open your eyes)

Love power, love (open your eyes) power

(Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love…Sowing the seeds of love)

(Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love)

We're sowing the seeds (sowing the seeds of love)

Sowing the seeds of love, we're sowing the seeds (seeds of love)

Sowing the seeds, an end to need, and the politics of greed with love

(Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds of love)

(Sowing the seeds of love) anything (seeds of love) anything

(Sowing the seeds of love, Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love)

(Sowing the seeds, an end to need, and the politics of greed with love)

(Sowing the seeds of love, seeds of love, sowing the seeds of love)

The Piano / O Piano

2010-12-09T17:07:00.000-08:00

As winter approaches and along with it the rainy season It comes to mind a movie that I really like, and that movie is the Piano (1993) . The piano isn´t the sort of movie that you would watch comfortably on a Sunday afternoon eating popcorn and drinking cola, for I don´t believe this is the proper mindset that a person engages when watching a movie drama ( at least I cannot watch a movie drama with such lightness of heart,but maybe that´s just me). I mean, let's not be too fanatical to the point of bringing a box of Kleenex before you put the DVD on antecipating an abundant tear flow LOL, what I mean is simply that this is a movie (according to my point of view) filled with wonder, Intoxicating, magical, perfect, or to be perfectly clear it has all of those essential features that give the word "cinema" a true significance has major art work and not as mere entertainment for the masses.

For me, this was without a doubt one of the movies that most captivated my sensitivity to the drama movie genre I mean, the script is phenomenal and filled with genius, originality and innovation compiled in a story that fills and satisfies all the corners of the most eager minds, but also with an array of excellent actors whose performance is great, excellent photography, decor, wardrobe and countless more number of details until you reach the climax with an electrifying soundtrack performed by Michael Nyman that still remains vivid in the minds and hearts of many thousands of music lovers around the world.

I remember perfectly the first time I saw The Piano, and feeling that unusual sense of being carried from the movie theater chair straight inside the screen,and this long before any mention of 3D movies. Even today whenever I see the first minutes of this movie I can almost sense the smell from the beach, taste the sea salt,hear the creaking wood of the piano swollen from Winter´s humidity and become mesmerized with the piano music pieces. And that magnificent story, so human, so brutally real, unlike any other multimillion, money making, fairy tale love story covered with a dozen layers of sweet love and topped with hugs, kisses and making out scenes that would turn it into such a boring and empty love story that It would leave a bitter taste in the mouth of anyone who believes Himself as an intelligent viewer. I do not want to spoil the ending of the movie to those who never saw it but The Piano also has its dosage of passionate love scenes and it also has an happy ending,but there´s such beauty in such scenes,such sobriety that it will fall far from any sort of cheap love plot and that´s part of its magnificence since it is a love story but it is also a great drama_However _It isn´t such a drama that would fail into giving a happy ending to the leading characters, what is truly captivating are the turns that the story gives in such an intelligent fashion that makes one attentive and curious until the very end. And there is also the originality of the action that unfolds in New Zealand. Instead of showing some sort of vision from Paradise painted in a flowery and colorful brochure that pimps sex,sea and sand to wealthy tourists it brings down all myths and presents a movie covered with a bleak and greyish winter color in a barren land where humidity will cut you down to the bone and the air is filled with the smell of rotting wood and the filth most common to those that struggle,live,love,survive,have children and grow inside a mud field. The great brilliance of such scenario is that within it you will also witness acts of sheer beauty,sensuality and enchantment.

A movie worth watching once more at winter time, for sure._BB

PT/Portuguese Translation :
Com a aproximação do Inverno e a chegada das chuvas vem-me sempre à memória um filme que me diz muito e esse filme é o Piano. O Piano não é sem dúvida aquele género de filme que tu possas assistir confortavelmente numa tarde de Domingo a comer pipocas e a beber cola,pelo menos não creio que seja esse o estado de espírito que um pessoa tenha presente quando vê um filme do género drama (pelo menos eu não consigo assistir a um drama com essa ligeireza de espírito).Também não vamos ser fanáticos ao ponto de trazer uma caixa de Kleenex antes de colocar o filme no DVD na antecipação do fluxo abundante de lágrimas LOL ,o que eu quero dizer é tão somente que este é um filme que segundo o meu ponto de vista é maravilhosamente inebriante,mágico,perfeito ou para ser perfeitamente claro possui todas aquelas características essenciais que podem denominar o "cinema" como uma forma de arte maior e não como mero entretenimento das massas.

Para mim este foi sem dúvida alguma um dos filmes que mais cativou a minha sensibilidade ao género dramático ao invés sem dúvida por causa do guião cuja genialidade é fenomenal,cuja originalidade e inovação da história preenche e sacia todos os recantos das mentes mais ávidas,mas também pela panóplia de excelentes actores cujo desempenho é formidável,a excelente fotografia,decor,guarda roupa e mais um sem número de pormenores infímos até chegar ao climax com uma banda sonora electrizante interpretada por Michael Nyman que ainda hoje permanece viva na memória de muitos milhares de amantes de música pelo mundo fora.

Recordo-me perfeitamente da primeira vez que vi O Piano e daquela sensação pouco fora do comum de ser transportado para dentro da Tela de cinema muito antes de qualquer prenúncio ou menção ao género de filmes 3D. Ainda hoje ao ver os primeiros minutos do filme consigo sentir o odor da praia,o gosto a sal do mar,o ranger da madeira do Piano com a humidade do Inverno e a intoxicação inebriante dos trechos musicais. E aquela história magnífica, tão humana, tão brutalmente real,tão diferente de qualquer historieta de amor cujo finalzinho doce e repleto de beijos,abraços e amassos é tão monótono e vazio de sentido que deixa um sabor amargo na boca de qualquer um que se assume como um espectador inteligente. Não pretendo estragar o final do filme áqueles que nunca o viram mas O Piano acaba bem,é um drama_Sim !_porém não é um dramalhão ao ponto de não dar um final feliz aos personagens,o que é cativante são as voltas inteligentes que a história dá até chegar ao derradeiro ponto final. E a originalidade da acção que se desenrola numa atmosfera tão exótica como é a Nova Zelandia, mas que ao invés de se apresentar com aquela brochura colorida e florida digna de uma antevisão do paraíso e que vende sexo,praia e sol a turistas endinheirados deita todos os mitos por terra e apresenta um filme Invernal,com uma atmosfera inóspita,húmida com o cheiro da madeira podre das árvores e a sujidade inerente a todos aqueles que convivem diariamente com a lama. O mais brilhante é o facto de apesar de todo este cenário existirem momentos de rara beleza e sensualidade bem equilibrados durante a narração da história.

Este é sem dúvida um filme apaixonante que vale a pena rever._BB

Amália Rodrigues-"Alfama"

2010-12-06T12:16:00.000-08:00

Alfama´s Lovebirds

2010-12-04T13:27:00.000-08:00

I won´t lie to you,but The Lovebirds (2007) isn´t exactly "the sharpest tool in the shed"_ cinematographically speaking that is. I won´t be so bold to tell you that this is a great movie,to be frank in my opinion this is just average cinema;However_for me a Portuguese citizen born and practically raised in Lisbon city The Lovebirds is much more than a mere curiosity,for there are certain nuances upon it that made me smile out of pure joy. It is a great link between Portugal and the U.S. but it´s much more than that,it is indeed a great link between two very different cities (Lisbon and New York) but each with a similar "soul" that makes these two seem almost like siblings that were separated from each other when they were born for some mysterious reason.

The Lovebirds is almost like a reunion of these two after many years where they share similar stories among each other in some Bar filled with cigarette smoke after hours on a rotten part of town (wherever that is), even though these "stories" took place in very different atmospheres, there is that sense of Deja Vu that only siblings seem to be aware. Maybe I´m "pushing the envelope" I´m no film critic, I´m just an ordinary guy that likes "the movies" but It was great to watch on the same screen and sharing the same background a couple of great actors that I really respect such as Michael Imperioli and John Ventimiglia ( you probably know these two from the Sopranos) with a few faces known to me from the Portuguese movie screens.

There was much more to say but i´m not that good with words (even in my native tongue) I´ll leave with with a short clip from The Lovebirds I found on YouTube and ask of you to watch it to the very end where you can see a very short dialogue between Michael Imperioli and Ana Padrão a Portuguese Actress,and maybe just maybe you will find out why I love this movie._BB

Michael Imperioli _Those buildings down there are so, old...look how they lean against each other crumbling ! It´s like they´re holding each other up for stability but if you´d just touch one, they´d all fall apart and break.

Ana Padrão_ You know?...earthquake?!

Michael Imperioli_Yeah,1755 right ?All of Lisbon got destroyed.

Ana Padrão_Not Alfama...not us.

Michael Imperioli_You survived !

Ana Padrão_Yes !

*All underlined words are linked to Web pages.

Today I Woke Up Thinking / Hoje Acordei a Pensar

2010-11-30T17:23:00.000-08:00

Drawing By Laerte an amazing Brazilian Cartoonist,find out more on the link below:

http://verbeat.org/blogs/manualdominotauro/

PT/Desenho de Laerte um cartoonista Brasileiro magnífico,saiba mais no Link acima:

TODAY I WOKE UP THINKING...THAT THE HEART IS A MUSICAL INSTRUMENT MADE OF MANY STRINGS.

***

HOJE ACORDEI A PENSAR...QUE O CORAÇÃO É UM INSTRUMENTO MUSICAL FEITO DE MUITAS CORDAS.

-BB

You´ve Got a Friend

2010-11-27T16:25:00.000-08:00

You´ve got a friend / Lyrics by James Taylor

I want to believe / Graphic Junctin by BB

Please share this message around your friends and loved ones,let´s ALL turn this world into a better place.
Thank you.-BB

Fire & Rain

2010-11-25T12:33:00.000-08:00

James Taylor Fire & Rain
Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Susanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down upon me, jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Been walking my mind to an easy time my back turned towards the sun
Lord knows when the cold wind blows it'll turn your head around
Well, there's hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things
To come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

Oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things coming my way this time around, now
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now

The deepest thank´s

To Mr.Taylor

For weaving this song

It returned a piece of my heart

That I believed was dead

That I believed was long gone.-BB

Lady Hawk

2010-11-22T12:13:00.000-08:00

Here is a short clip I found on Youtube from one of the greatest love stories ever told. I wish I had the words to describe the fullness of all beauty present in this movie scene,so I can only take a few steps back and try to share with you the intensity and power from such story that speaks straight to my heart.
Ladies and Gentleman,I give you Lady Hawk,one of the greatest love stories ever told :

No matter where you go

I will find you

In the place with no frontiers

No matter where you go

I will find you

If it takes a thousand years.

The Light That Fills the World

2010-11-17T13:21:00.000-08:00

Eye of the Eagle/Picture Credit: Studio Art Needlework - Kelyarn.com

I think over again

My small adventures, my fears.

The small ones that seemed so big,

For all the vital things I had to get and to reach.

And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing:

To live to see the great day that dawns,

And the light that fills the world.

"Old Inuit Song"

PT/ Relembro novamente

As minhas pequenas aventuras, os meus medos.

Aqueles pequenos que pareciam tão grandes.

Por causa de todas aquelas coisas vitais

Que eu tinha de obter e alcançar.

Mas existe apenas uma grande coisa,a única coisa vital:

Viver para testemunhar o grande dia que amanhece

E a luz que preenche o mundo.

The Power of One

2010-11-16T09:02:00.000-08:00

Sometimes ONE is more then enough...

When a Button is Missing

2010-11-14T17:49:00.000-08:00

"You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal—no one will see it.

But when a button is missing—everyone sees that."

~ Erich Maria Remarque

PT/"Tu podes tornar-te num Arcanjo,num tolo,ou num criminoso—ninguém vai reparar.

Mas se te faltar um botão—toda a gente dará por isso."

Baraka

2010-11-10T07:43:00.000-08:00

Baraka
A film beyond words..._BB

O Prato de Arroz / The Rice Plate

2010-11-09T16:23:00.000-08:00

A guy was placing flowers on the grave of a relative when he sees an Asian placing a rice plate on the tombstone beside him.
He turns to the Asian and asks:
- Excuse me Sir, but do you really believe your relative will eat the rice?
And the Asian responds:
- Yes, usually around the same time that yours is coming to smell the flowers!

PT/ Um sujeito colocava flores no túmulo de um parente quando vê um Asiático a colocar um prato de arroz na lápide ao lado.
Ele virou-se para o Asiático e perguntou:
- Desculpe-me, mas o senhor acha mesmo que o seu defunto virá comer o arroz?
E o Asiático respondeu:
- Sim, geralmente à mesma hora em que o seu vem cheirar as flores!

Somewhere someone is thinking of you...

2010-11-08T13:12:00.000-08:00

“Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.”
Dedicated to angels i´ve encountered along the way BB

Poem by Henry Rollins

PT/Portuguese Translation_BB

"Em algum lugar alguém está a pensar em ti. Alguém está a chamar-te anjo. Esta pessoa usa cores celestias para pintar a tua imagem. Alguém está a tornar-te numa uma visão tão bela que esta pode apenas existir na mente. Alguém está a pensar na forma como a tua respiração escapa dos teus lábios quando és tocado(a). Como os teus olhos se fecham e a mandíbula se te aperta de concentração quando dás um lar ao prazer. Esses pensamentos estão a salvar uma vida nalgum lugar agora agora mesmo. Nalgum apartamento sem ar, nalguma rua escura manchada de urina onde as prostitutas se alinham, alguém chama por ti em silêncio e tu respondes, mesmo sem estar lá. Tão cristalino. Tão puro. Esse poder que salva vidas quando sorris. Tu nunca saberás como tens cauterizado as minhas feridas. Tão triste, jamais nos tocaremos. Como me dói saber que nunca serei capaz de te dar tudo aquilo que tenho. "

Dedicado aos Anjos que tenho encontrado ao longo do caminho_BB

Enlarged by Truth

2010-11-07T13:14:00.000-08:00

Once your soul has been enlarged by a truth, it can never return to its original size.

~Blaise Pascal

PT/ Uma vez que a tua alma tenha crescido devido a uma verdade, jamais conseguirá retornar ao seu tamanho original.

Allegro non troppo

2010-11-05T07:23:00.000-07:00

Meditations in an Emergency

2010-11-04T06:23:00.000-07:00

I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.

Frank O'Hara~Meditations in an Emergency

Artwork by Gregory Colbert

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too,don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.

Frank O'Hara~Meditations in an Emergency

Don´t Give Up !

2010-11-02T10:03:00.000-07:00

To all far away friends,I thank you all and I feel you close.
No barriers,no borders,no bars can push us apart.
I have learned that from you all.
All my love.

Peace.__BB

A friend who is far away...

2010-10-31T21:24:00.000-07:00

A friend who is far away is sometimes much nearer than one who is at hand. Is not the mountain far more awe-inspiring and more clearly visible to one passing through the valley than to those who inhabit the mountain?

Kahlil Gibran

PT/ Um amigo que está longe encontra-se por vezes muito mais próximo do que um que se encontre à mão. Não é a montanha distante muito mais inspiradora de admiração e muito mais visível àquele que passa pelo vale, do que àqueles que habitam nessa mesma montanha ?

Human Salvation...

2010-10-30T15:46:00.000-07:00

Boy and Kestrel Wallpaper/Graphic Junction by BB

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Maladjusted / Desajustado

2010-10-27T18:30:00.000-07:00

There are certain technical words in the vocabulary of every academic discipline which tend to become stereotypes and cliches. Psychologists have a word which is probably used more frequently than any other word in modern psychology. It is the word “maladjusted.” This word is the ringing cry of the new child psychology.

Now in a sense all of us must live the well adjusted life in order to avoid neurotic and schizophrenic personalities. But there are some things in our social system to which I am proud to be maladjusted and to which I suggest that you too ought to be maladjusted.

I never intend to adjust myself to the viciousness of mob-rule. I never intend to adjust myself to the evils of segregation and the crippling effects of discrimination. I never intend to adjust myself to the tragic inequalities of an economic system which take necessities from the many to give luxuries to the few. I never intend to become adjusted to the madness of militarism and the self-defeating method of physical violence.
-Dr.Martin Luther King JR.

Photo Credit From Kes (The Film)

-PT.(Portuguese Translation):
Há certas palavras técnicas no vocabulário de cada disciplina académica que tendem a tornar-se estereótipos e clichês. Os psicólogos têm uma palavra que é, provavelmente, usada mais frequentemente do que qualquer outra palavra na psicologia moderna. É a palavra "desajustado". Esta palavra é o grito de alarme desta nova criança que é a Psicologia.

Agora, em certo sentido, todos nós devemos viver a vida bem ajustados para evitar personalidades neuróticas e esquizofrénicas. Mas há algumas coisas no nosso sistema social, ao qual me orgulho de ser desajustado e para as quais também sugiro que vocês também se tornem desajustados.

Eu não faço intenção de ajustar-me à crueldade da multidão enraivecida. Eu nunca terei a intenção de ajustar-me aos males da segregação e aos efeitos incapacitantes da discriminação. Eu não faço intenção de adaptar-me às desigualdades trágicas de um sistema económico que tira as poucas necessidades de muitos para dar luxo a uns poucos. Eu não faço intenção de tornar-me ajustado à loucura do militarismo e ao método de auto-derrota da violência física.

-Dr.Martin Luther King JR.

Roncos do Diabo - Repasseado de Rio de Onor

2010-10-22T15:31:00.001-07:00

http://roncosdodiaboblog.blogspot.com/
http://www.myspace.com/roncosdodiabo

Eu sei que vou te amar - Bebo & Cigala

2010-10-20T15:36:00.000-07:00

Sublime...

El Condor

2010-10-19T12:03:00.000-07:00

El Condor/Graphic Junction by BB

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Las condiciones del pájaro solitario son cinco. La primera, que se va a lo más alto; la segunda, que no sufre compañía, aunque sea de su naturaleza; la tercera, que pone el pico al aire; la cuarta, que no tiene determinado color; la quinta, que canta suavemente.

_San Juan de La Cruz / Dichos de Luz e Amor

Para a Anabela
Gracias por su luz !-BB

IN-CANTO Capricho Árabe

2010-10-16T08:39:00.000-07:00

“What makes the desert beautiful is that somewhere it hides a well.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“O que torna o deserto bonito é saber que algures este esconde um poço.”

www.mccullagh.org/.../ sahara-desert-sand-dune

Creed / My Sacrifice/ Legendas PT

2010-10-14T07:07:00.000-07:00

Dedicated with humility and love to those few (those very few) who keep fighting and pushing to make this world a place worth living in.

Dedicado com Humildade e Amor áqueles poucos(áqueles bem poucos) que continuam a lutar e a trabalhar por tornar este mundo num sítio melhor.

A Los 33 Mineros de Chile

2010-10-13T20:00:00.000-07:00

Oda a la luz encantada /Poema de Pablo Neruda

La luz bajo los árboles,

la luz del alto cielo.

La luz

verde

enramada

que fulgura

en la hoja

y cae como fresca

arena blanca.

Una cigarra eleva

su son de aserradero

sobre la transparencia.

Es una copa llena

Bienvenidos de vuelta a la luz Hermanos !

Abrazo fuerte de Portugal.

Chamada Urgente para Portugal

2010-10-12T06:06:00.000-07:00

A Comissão Europeia acabou de permitir que as empresas produtoras de OGM levem suas plantações para a Europa, apesar das preocupações públicas. Eu assinei uma petição em favor de uma investigação independente e uma moratória para as plantações de OGM em desenvolvimento. Com as assinaturas de 1 milhão de cidadãos nós podemos fazer um pedido legal oficial junto à Comissão Europeia. Assine em baixo e vamos conseguir 1 milhão de assinaturas:

https://secure.avaaz.org/po/eu_gmo/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK

Obrigado!

BB

Caros amigos,

A Comissão Europeia aprovou recentemente a criação de plantações geneticamente modificadas na União Europeia pela primeira vez em 12 anos! Porém mais de 940.000 pessoas já assinaram a petição contra esta decisão.

Cedendo ao lobby dos OGM, a Comissão ignorou 60% dos europeus que acreditam ser necessário ter mais informação antes de plantar comida que possa colocar em risco a nossa saúde e o meio ambiente.

Uma nova iniciativa permite que, atraves de 1 milhão de cidadãos da UE, seja apresentado um pedido legal à Comissão Europeia. Vamos juntar 1 milhão de vozes para banir os OGM até que a investigação seja finalizada; elas serão entregues ao Presidente da Comissão Europeia, José Manuel Durão Barroso. Assine a petição e mande para seus amigos e familiares:

https://secure.avaaz.org/po/eu_gmo/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK

Consumidores, grupos de saúde pública, meio ambiente e agricultores estão a mobilizar-se contra a influência que algumas das companhias internacionais dos OGM têm sobre a agricultura européia. Preocupações relacionadas com as plantações de OGM incluem: contaminação de plantações orgânicas e do meio ambiente; o impacto climático devido ao uso excessivo de pesticidas; a destruição da biodiversidade e agricultura local; e os efeitos dos alimentos dos OGM na saúde pública.

Estados-Membros da UE demonstraram sua forte oposição à decisão da Comissão Europeia que autorizou as batatas da BASF e o milho da Monsanto -- A Itália e a Áustria opõem-se, e a França diz que pediria mais pesquisas científicas.

Ainda não há consenso sobre os efeitos das plantações dos OGM a longo prazo, e é o lobby dos OGM que está a financiar, com interesse em lucros e não no bem estar da sociedade, investigações e regulamentações. É por esse motivo que os cidadãos europeus pedem, por precaução, pesquisas e testes independentes antes dessas começarem as plantações na nossa terra.

Agora, a "Iniciativa de Cidadãos Europeus" dá a oportunidade a 1 milhão de cidadãos da UE de submeter uma proposta de política pública à Comissão Européia, e oferece-nos a oportunidade única de nos fazer ouvir mais do que os lobbyistas.

Vamos atingir 1 milhão de assinaturas para exigir uma moratória no início de plantações de OGM na Europa, e iniciar um corpo científico independente e ético para conduzir uma investigação e estabelecer uma regulamentação forte. Assine a petição agora e encaminhe para outros:

https://secure.avaaz.org/po/eu_gmo/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK

Com determinação,

Alice, Benjamin, Ricken, Luis, Graziela e toda a equipe Avaaz.

Mais informações:

Comissão Europeia quer facilitar autorização de OGM:

http://pt.euronews.net/2010/06/04/comissao-europeia-quer-facilitar-autorizacao-de-ogm/

Organismos geneticamente modificados (OGM)

http://europa.eu/scadplus/glossary/genetically_modified_organisms_pt.htm

Last Eurobameter Survey 2008 'Attitudes of European citizens towards the environment', page 66:

http://bit.ly/aMkeVJ

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Urgent call to Portugal

2010-10-12T05:47:00.000-07:00

Nearly 1 Million for GMO Ban!

The EC has recently allowed GM crops into Europe, ignoring the concerns of the public. I've signed a petition for independent research and a moratorium on GM crop development. With 1 million citizens' signatures, we can make an official legal request to the European Commission. Sign below and let's get to 1 million:

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/eu_gmo/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK

Thanks!

------
Dear friends,

The European Commission has recently approved growing genetically modified crops in the European Union for the first time in 12 years! But already 920,000 of us have signed up to oppose the move.

Caving to the GM lobby, the commission has ignored 60% of Europeans who feel we have to get the facts first before growing foods that could pose a threat to our health and environment.

A new initiative allows 1 million EU citizens to make official legal requests of the European Commission. We are nearly there -- Let's build a million voices for a ban on GM foods until the research is done; they will be delivered to the President Barroso of the European Commission. Sign the petition and forward this email to friends and family:

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/eu_gmo/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK

Consumers, public health, environmental and farmers groups have long rallied against a few international GM companies having such significant influence over European agriculture. Concerns about growing GM crops include: contamination of organic crops and the environment; their impact on climate due to the excessive need for pesticides; the destruction of biodiversity and local agriculture; and the effects of GM food on public health.

EU member states have voiced strong opposition to the EC decision to authorise BASF's potato and Monsanto's maize -- Italy and Austria are opposed, and France said it would ask for further scientific research.

There is still no consensus on the long-term effects of GM crops. And it is the GM industry, pursuing profits not public well being, that is funding the science and driving the regulatory environment. That is why European citizens are calling for more independent research, testing and precaution before crops are unleashed onto our land.

Now, the "European Citizens' Initiative" gives 1 million EU citizens the opportunity to submit policy proposals to the European Commission and offers us a unique chance to drown out lobbyists' influence.

We can reach 1 million voices now to put a moratorium on the introduction of GM crops into Europe and set up an independent, ethical and scientific body to research and determine the strong regulation of GM crops. Sign the petition now and then forward it widely:

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/eu_gmo/98.php?CLICK_TF_TRACK

With determination,

Alice, Benjamin, Ricken, Luis, Graziela and the entire Avaaz team.

More information:

Last Eurobameter Survey 2008 'Attitudes of European citizens towards the environment', page 66:
http://bit.ly/aMkeVJ

The Independent, Fury as Brussels authorises GM potatoes:
http://www.independent.co.uk/environment/green-living/fury-as-eu-approves-gm-potato-1915833.html

Reuters, France blasts GM crop approvals by EU agency:
http://uk.reuters.com/article/idUKTRE6241ZQ20100305

New Report: GMOs Causing Massive Pesticide Pollution:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/andrew-kimbrell/new-report-gmos-causing-m_b_362888.html

Summary of the International Assessment on Agricultural Science and Technology for Development, including critics of GMOs use in agriculture:
http://globalpolicy.org/social-and-economic-policy/international-trade-and-development-1-57/genetically-modified-organisms.html#key

Um Homem Na Cidade

2010-10-10T18:32:00.000-07:00

Song : Um Homem Na Cidade / A Man In The City
Singer : Carlos Do Carmo
Small excerpt from Carlos Saura´s Doc. FADOS
Translation : BB

A Man In The City

I hold on to dawn

As if I was holding a child,

A rosebush entwined,

A vineyard of hope.

Just like the body of the city

That at early morning rehearses it´s dance

By whom´s will power,

never grows weary from work.

I walk down the street of this moon

that lights up early in my Tejo,

I walk down Lisbon´s , naked tide

which empties into the Rossio.

I am the man in the city

that at early morning wakes up and sings,

and for loving freedom so much,

Rises at early morning with it.

I walk down the road, dazzled

Lisbon´s full moon

until the passionate moon

appears in the sail of a boat.

I am the seagull who defeats

all the bad weather at sea.

I am the man who carries

the peoples tide in distress.

And when I grab dawn,

I reap the morning like a flower

This bare foot hurt,

a daisy blue in color,

the freedom of marigold

as well as anybody wants me,

the city of blue marigold

It loves me, It loves me.

In my hands I hold the night

In it also Bloomed April´s flower

That fearless fragrant flower

with the aroma of sea,

Lisbon´s beloved flower

I wanted It badly, It loves me.

Ginjinha

2010-10-08T16:14:00.000-07:00

Going out for a couple of Ginjas in the usual spot,so don´t wait for me standing because i won´t be coming home soon. Meanwhile, I wish you all a great weekend and i will have my share thinking about you.
Be well and please,don´t drink and drive friends !. -BB

It doesn't get better, it doesn't get worse, but it sure gets different!

Quote by David Lee Roth

An alley somewhere...

2010-10-07T04:21:00.000-07:00

Lisboa Não é a Cidade Perfeita

2010-10-06T15:42:00.000-07:00

Lisboa Não é a Cidade Perfeita
By Deolinda
English Translation by BB
Lisbon Is Not The Perfect City

I am Glad
time went by
and the love that ended
Did not escape...

I am Glad
There is some sort of Fado
that says everything that life
does not say ...

I am Glad
Lisbon is not
the perfect city
for us ...

I am Glad
there is an alley somewhere
that gives a voice
To the voiceless ones ...

Just now, I saw the mad Woman
singing alone
On the top of that window ...
There are nights when the longing
leaves me thinking
about joining her song,
To sing like her, someday ...

I am Glad
I could not find the direction
Towards
The next alley...

I am Glad
that the Tejo is purple
and the fish cannot stop
laughing ...

I am Glad
that your body does not want
To embark on the storm
Of mine ...

I am Glad ...

If destiny wants to,
this tragic story
Is mine.

Just now, I saw the mad woman (...)

TRACKS IN THE SNOW / PEGADAS NA NEVE

2010-10-03T12:23:00.000-07:00

It is a good viewpoint to see the world as a dream.

When you have a nightmare, you will wake up and tell yourself that it was only a dream.

It is said that the world we live in is not a bit different from this.

Quote by: YamamotoTsunetomo

PT.É uma boa perspectiva observar o mundo como um sonho.

Quando você tem um pesadelo, você vai acordar e dizer a si mesmo que tudo não passava de um sonho.

Diz-se que o mundo em que vivemos não é nem um pouco diferente disto.

The fool may laugh at this
But the wise
Will understand.
BB

Howling...

2010-10-03T03:53:00.000-07:00

Shaun Ellis

Never Bend Your Head...

2010-10-01T04:11:00.000-07:00

Thank You Jeff Healey for teaching me not only to listen but also to "feel" music...

A Portuguese Fan

DOUBLE CLICK TO ENLARGE

Graphic Composition by BB

Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

HELLEN KELLER

Jeff Healey - As The Years Go Passing By

2010-09-29T14:35:00.001-07:00

Engulfed In Eagle Wings...

2010-09-26T21:01:00.000-07:00

_These days there aren´t a lot of things that can make me cry. Needless to say that over the years one becomes hardened inside and the heart becomes like some sort of shell.
This is one of those stories that made me realize that MAN with all his flaws can also become a winged creature and conquer that final frontier called the Human Soul.
WE ARE ALL ONE !

PT (Portuguese Translation)
_Hoje em dia não existem muitas coisas que me possam fazer chorar. É desnecessário dizer que consoante a passagem dos anos, um indivíduo tem tendência a enrijecer por dentro e o coração torna-se como uma espécie de concha.
Esta é uma daquelas histórias que me fez compreender que o HOMEM com todas as suas falhas também pode tornar-se numa criatura alada e conquistar aquela última fronteira que dá pelo nome de Alma.
NÓS SOMOS TODOS UM !

An animal's eyes...

2010-09-24T21:51:00.000-07:00

An animal's eyes have the

power

to speak a great language.

Quote by :Martin Buber

Photo of an Iberian Lynx

The most endangered cat species in the world

YOU ARE NOT ALONE !

2010-09-21T20:02:00.000-07:00

JUST A FEW WORDS THAT OFTEN MAKE ME THINK...

Bloodletting PT

2010-09-20T10:52:00.000-07:00

Os melhores Americanos ainda não nasceram

Estes esperam pacientemente pela morte do passado

Por favor, dê sangue

Essas tábuas foram-se desintegrando ao compartilhar uma história com uma sarça ardente

Onde está aquela voz no vazio para lembrar-nos que o solo sagrado sobre o qual caminhamos,purificado pelo sangue dos nativos,possui árvores enraizadas cujas folhas que caem dão cor e sabor a uma lista de exigências proféticas

Quem entre nós pode dar a tradução dos tons outonais para as notícias da manhã?

O Homem da âncora lançado ao mar está simplesmente enraizado nas histórias de repetição dos ciclos.

Uma nação em seus anos de tristeza que não quer reconhecer o karma

Onde está a voz do nada, aquela que os teus profetas falaram?

Há vozes de medo desconectados de seus diafragmas, penduradas em dentes cobertos de manchas de café derramado nos nossos colos queimando as partes intímas

Há vozes dos lados do pescoço, alguns já enforcados, particípios que bamboleiam, pronomes correndo para a sentença servos em recantos de escritório e recantos do guetto, as vozes são as mesmas

Mortos para si mesmos, dormentes perante a possibilidade da verdade existente que pode ser agarrada na palma da mão, ponto final.

Há vozes de anciãos, que parecem não fazer mais do que amaldiçoar-nos à infantilidade

Porque em muitos lares, a sabedoria já não vem com a idade

Então onde está a voz do nada, a sarça ardente, a pomba que passa?

Eu ouço as vozes dos generais clamando por munições, os presidentes clamando por armas, Mulheres clamando por ajuda

Onde está a voz do nada, o Deus de Abraão?

Pode este ser ouvido sobre o tiroteio, zumbido dos mísseis, a queda de edifícios, os gritos das crianças, o estalar dos ossos, o grito das sirenes?

Ou será que esta é a sua voz poderosa ?

O vosso Deus irritado clamando o sacrifício das gerações precoces, filhos degenerados

Os vossos livros sagrados escritos a tinta vermelha em areias escaldantas

As vossas orações por entre as salvas de disparos não fazem mais do que apressar o destino dos vossos filhos à verdade martelada do vosso gatilho

Uma verdade em forma de cogumelo que projecta sombra sobre nós

Para que nós assim também testemunhemos o destino de curta duração de uma civilização que adora um deus do sexo masculino

As tuas armas são fálicas, todas elas

Esse boneco que repousa no teu colo já não é mais um espectáculo merecedor de ser visto

A sua face pálida e mirrada deixa pouco espaço para a imaginação

Apercebemo-nos dos seus lábios em movimento e topámos a origem da sua voz, a sua fonte

É uma fonte de loucura

É uma fonte de fome, de poder

Uma fonte de fraqueza

Uma fonte de mal

Abandonámos o vosso coliseu e cercámos as bilheteiras

E EXIGIMOS as nossas famílias de volta

As nossas culturas de volta

Os nossos rituais de volta,

Os nossos deuses de volta, para que possamos devolvê-los à sua fonte adequada

A fonte da vida, a fonte da criação, o útero da nossa mãe, a grande deusa

Vamos cortar o arame farpado e os cintos de castidade

Vamos subir e incubar os nossos espíritos para o inverno

Vamos esperar pelo fim do degenerado curso da vossa história repetida

Vamos esperar que o passado morra.

Poem : Bloodletting by Saul Williams
Portuguese Translation : BB

NOT IN MY NAME

2010-09-20T05:57:00.001-07:00

Bloodletting

2010-09-17T14:20:00.000-07:00

DOUBLE CLICK TO ENLARGE

POEM: Bloodletting By Saul Williams

ARTWORK: UNKNOWN AUTHOR

GRAPHIC JUNCTION: BB

A Valsinha / Little Waltz by Chico Buarque

2010-09-10T14:39:00.000-07:00

Valsinha / Little Waltz

By Chico Buarque

Composition: Chico Buarque / Vinícius de Morais
English Translation : BB

One day, he arrived so different from the way he always did

And looked at her in a fashion much more passionate than ever before

And did not cursed life as much as was his way of always talking

And did not left Her alone in the corner, to her great surprise, asked her to spin

And then She became pretty as She would not dare since long ago

With her low-cut dress with the smell of waiting, upon it

After, the two locked their arms since no one did since lond ago

And full of tenderness and grace, went to the square and began to embrace

And there danced so many dances, that the whole neighborhood woke up

And there was so much happiness the whole city lit up

And There were so many crazy kisses, so many mad cries since long ago

That the world understood

And the day dawned

In peace

There is no greater artist ...

2010-09-06T21:33:00.000-07:00

There is no greater artist

than the one

who generates life.

Mari Boine - Gulan Du

2010-09-01T18:10:00.000-07:00

Be Thankful...

2010-08-31T18:26:00.000-07:00

Graphic Artwork based on the movie Birdman of Alcatraz

Also would like to thank LG for the inspiration and great words.

Thank´s KID ! ;)

Don´t forget to double click to enlarge.

Because I turned away and didn´t watch them go...

2010-08-30T12:26:00.000-07:00

Ending quote from Never Cry Wolf

A couple of movies with animals...

2010-08-27T22:31:00.000-07:00

Just in case you are wondering about watching one or a couple of good movies over the weekend and you are having trouble finding a good movie title that interests you, or if the movies currently on cinema don´t seem appealing enough for you to spent money on a movie ticket,then I have a few proposals of my own that may (or may not) be of you interest.

But first let me ask you a question_Do you like movies with animals on it ?_If your answer is yes then you will have no problem with the titles that I´m about to give you,and if the answer is no that maybe because (I´m only guessing) you may find that movies with animals are a dumb waste of time,or they are only fit for little children or even only fit for animal lovers that saw Lassie over 500 times and still cry every time they see it. You probably like a movie with a good script that tells a great story and is good enough for you to watch it twice or maybe three times,_If this is the case never fear because these particular movies with animals that i am about to show you are also great stories with some of the best scripts that i´ve ever seen.

The first one and without following any particular order of preference is an old classic called Birdman of Alcatraz (1962) starring Burt Lancaster which plays the part of a famous inmate named Robert Stroud who was imprisoned as a young Man for committing a murder. After that he is sentenced to life in prison for killing a prison guard and sentenced to solitary confinement for the rest of is life.

That could be the end of the story all by itself, or you could watch a quick version from the life of a man trapped behind bars without even the smallest shred of humanity left to testify that he was once a man and not having those small luxuries that we take for granted every day and are a part of life. But that wouldn´t be much of a movie except if you like sick emotions. Sometimes those who are deprived from everything can see great wonder and beauty in the smallest of things, and that is what this movie is all about.

Just to give you a short taste of the story,_ one day Stroud who is passing away in the exercise yard like a caged animal on a stormy night is surprised by a tree twig that falls on the yard. On it a small infant sparrow is chirping away in distress and Stroud driven by a strange impulse keeps the little bird for himself, an isolated act which will originate in a great personal change not only for him but also for life in prison itself. The movie as an added flavour to it since it is based on a real story although over the years and even today there are those who claim that the movie is some sort of original scam to sanctify the hardcore incorrigible and brutal murderer Stroud really was but to those sort of critics I ask them to look at the movie from the mere cinematographic aspect of the story since so much is lost due to categorizing things as good or bad, Stroud was no angel that´s for sure, but lived a life interesting enough to make a spectacular movie from it with much less than those who claim to be pauper have.

This is a movie not only for animal or bird lovers but also for those who believe in redemption or simply like a good story.

Please, if you are one of those persons who like to have a great cinematic experience and believes it can only be provided by a twenty first century digital experience filled with hypnotic colors,3D glasses and an orgy of special effects think again. Yes, Birdman of Alcatraz is an old movie a real classic filmed in black and white but has some of the greatest images and photography that i´ve seen on screen accompanied by a soundtrack that is most fitting to the development of the story.

Indeed a true classic that required a fitting remake of it´s genre for a new century that is so much in need of redemption and beauty.

Also based on a true story is Never Cry Wolf (1983),now I feel a real need not to jump ahead and tell you what a great movie this is (which is true) without giving you a small personal view of he movie itself. When I first heard that Disney studios produced this movie I felt that unease feeling of suspicion towards it since I wasn´t in the mood to watch a cute,fluffy, parent authorized perspective of the wolf depicted for an eight year old point of view. I certainly was and am sick of watching movies based on wolves filled with blood shed and the brutal attack of wild beasts on scout teenagers who wandered too far into the wild, or another sad and stupid version of werewolves with a never ending thirst for blood and human guts. I wanted to see a truthful story that showed this magnificent animal for what it is and not a twisted version from the nightmarish or embellishing human mind think of what a wolf is supposed to be, since man is never at ease with the magnificent and truthful beauty of nature. So it was a bit reluctant that I saw Never Cry Wolf for the first time and...to my surprise, I was amazed. I mean there is so much beauty in this movie that it would take much time for me to depict all of it and give you a truthful personal insight of what the movie is all about. On it you will find great beauty of many genres and also a great music score (one of the best) by Mark Isham which composed a soundtrack so powerful and filled with beauty that it falls under the category of music one can hear on a daily basis. But about the movie itself, the story is a narrative of a biologist named Tyler played by Charles Martin Smith who travels to the Arctic to undergo a study of why the population of caribou is decreasing in numbers and if the Arctic Wolves have anything to do about the decreasing count of caribous herds. Alone in a strange and isolated land inhospitable and far from every comfort of the modern world he fears what may be lurking in the dark and is awaken from sleep from his own demons who take the shape of the wolf with whom he is not yet familiarized with. Reality itself will bring many pleasant surprises to the story as well as some sad ones when Lavery finally comes face to face with this strange and mysthical creature who in the end resembles Man in so many ways.

There are quite a few movies that I could recommend to you that depict the interaction between Man and animals but for now I believe that these two titles will be more than enough for the weekend.

I hope you enjoy.

Meu Amor,Meu Amor...

2010-08-25T18:57:00.000-07:00

Meu Amor, Meu Amor, Meu Limão de Amargura

Meu corpo em movimento

Minha voz à procura

Do seu próprio lamento

Meu limão de amargura

Meu punhal a crescer;

Nós parámos o tempo

Não sabemos morrer

E nascemos nascemos

Do nosso entristecer.

Meu amor meu amor

Meu pássaro cinzento

A chorar a lonjura

Do nosso afastamento.

Meu amor meu amor

Meu nó de sofrimento

Minha mó de ternura

Minha nau de tormento:

Este mar não tem cura

Este céu não tem ar

Nós parámos o vento

Não sabemos nadar

E morremos morremos

Devagar devagar

My body in motion

My voice to demand

For it´s own regret

My bitter lemon

My dagger in growth;

We stopped time

We do not know how to die

And we were born born

From our sorrow.

My love my love

My gray bird

The cry in the distance

Of our remoteness.

My love my love

My knot of sorrow

My millstone of tenderness

My ship of torment:

This sea is no cure

This heaven has no air

We stopped the wind

We cannot swim

And we die we die

Slowly slowly

Amália Rodrigues -Fado Menor

2010-08-24T21:12:00.003-07:00

Tejo

2010-08-23T07:52:00.000-07:00

Perhaps the best known Portuguese river in the world, certainly not the most beautiful but most certainly the best well knowned. His name has often been included in the lyrics of Fado songs, and during various times influenced an whole genre of artists who sought on it for inspiration. Songs, musical compositions, poems, sonnets, drawings, paintings, sculptures and so forth, always named Tejo as the main title of an infinity of artworks and also the word Tejo as also been used in a lighter fashion as a support to give a sense of rhythm and rhyme to some cheaper sort of poetry. In a more subtle fashion, there were a few Artists without even mentioning the name of this river once, somehow drew from it every kind of "hidden truth". They could decipher it and brought ashore the most beautiful works ever written in the Portuguese language as the fishermen of yore brought to the fore the heavy nets of fish caught in the Tejo at a time when words like water pollution simply did not exist.
_Nevertheless I still love this river because I find on it a kind of romance and magic that can only compare to the sanctity of the Ganges river whose banks are full of an overwhelming number of men and women who every day bathe on it and meet rituals but also cremate the bodies and throw the ashes of their loved ones upon it´s waters, or the best books by Mark Twain when he describes in detail all the magnificence of the Mississippi River and whose influence gave birth to Tom Sawyer and Hucleberry Finn. Also near Tejo I often seek answers to those questions that haunt me and that neither the wisest of men know how to respond, but this RIVER OF MINE, millennial old teacher who saw birth and death of an infinite number of people most times enlightens my mind with that whispered sound of a wave that sweetly crashes on the beach and that is a mixture of all the most beautiful sonnets, poems, songs and Fado songs ever written._And to you that reads these words, I can also guarantee that if you close your eyes and you yield to it´s presence, this river, the Tejo, and your hears will also listen to the most beautiful songs they have ever listened to...

Talvez seja o rio Português mais conhecido no mundo,não é certamente o mais belo mas é sem dúvida o mais conhecido. O seu nome têm sido muitas vezes incluido nas letras dos Fados , e durante diversas épocas influenciou todo o género de artistas que nele procuraram inspiração.Geraram-se canções, composições musicais, poemas,sonetos,desenhos, pinturas,esculturas e por aí fora, sempre com o nome Tejo incluido como título principal de qualquer obra ou apenas usado como suporte para dar cadência e sentido a uma rima ou poesia mais barata. Mais subtilmente existiram aqueles artistas que sem sequer mencionarem o nome deste rio uma única vez souberam extrair toda uma espécie de "verdade velada" do mesmo.Souberam como que decifrá-lo e trouxeram ao de cima as mais belas obras alguma vez escritas na língua Portuguesa, tal como os pescadores de outrora traziam ao de cima as redes pesadas de peixe apanhado no Tejo numa época em que a palavras como poluição marítima pura e simplesmente não existiam.

Continuo apesar disso a amar este meu rio pois encontro nele toda uma espécie de romantismo e magia que apenas posso comparar á santidade de um rio Ganges cujas margens estão sempre cheias de um número avassalador de Homens e Mulheres que todos os dias nele se banham e cumprem rituais mas também cremam os corpos e deitam as cinzas dos seus entes queridos ás águas, ou ao melhor dos livros de Mark Twain quando descreve com pormenor toda a magnificência do rio Mississippi e cuja influência deu à luz um Tom Sawyer e um Hucleberry Finn. Também neste meu rio procuro muitas vezes respostas áquelas perguntas que me atormentam e que nem o mais sábio dos Homens sabe dar uma resposta, mas este meu rio, velho professor milenário que viu nascer e morrer um número infiito de gentes ao longo do tempo ilumina sempre a minha mente com aquele doce sussurro de onda que morre na praia e que é uma mistura de todos os mais belos sonetos,poemas,canções e fados alguma vez escritos._E a ti que lês estas palavras também te posso garantir que se fechares os olhos e te renderes à sua presença também ele, o rio, o Tejo, cantar-te-á as mais belas canções alguma vez escutadas pelos teus ouvidos...

Carlos Paredes: Em Memória De Uma Camponesa Assassinada

2010-08-20T19:32:00.000-07:00

One "CLICK" a Day..., Old wind mill / Velho Moinho Abandonado

2010-08-14T13:36:00.000-07:00

Moinho de vento abandonado

Velho decrépito desonrado

Coberto de musgo e pó

Testemunho triste do tempo

Do que é ser velho e estar só.

Coberta de teias de aranha

Esta pedra gasta que arranha

É a mó que moia o trigo

Assemelha-se ao velho amigo

Que tombou na batalha

E esquecido da maralha

Jaz esquecido no pó.

E as Pás que não giram mais

Outrora afuniladas p´lo vento

Quebradas jazem sozinhas

Como aves abatidas

Como tristes andorinhas

Asas que esperam p´lo vento.

Mas o vento ainda passa

Veloz e forte como outrora

Pois não crê que o semblante

Daquele velho gigante

Tenha sido derrotado.

Mas ao não conseguir acordar

O seu amigo de outrora

Passa frio intenso e louco

Forte cortante e rouco

E ao não vê-lo acordar

Parte gritando e chora.

Cultura para a elite ? / Culture for the elite ?

2010-08-09T20:20:00.000-07:00

Já vem de longe aquela frase feita que diz : "A Cultura é um luxo exclusivo da elite" ...relativamente a esta frase permitam-me fazer o seguinte comentário,aqui vai - ISTO É MENTIRA !!!, das muitas mentiras que tem sido contadas à humanidade esta é por certo uma das mais vis,cruéis, cínicas e hipócritas de sempre.Quem o afirma também deve acreditar de certeza que o ensino é um luxo que deve ser dado apenas às classes superiores e que a ralé (ou seja tu e eu) deve permanecer iletrada para ser mais facilmente manobrável porque um povo inculto cede mais facimente ao hipnotismo daqueles que se dizem os nossos líderes no campo político e religioso...sim, isto foi dito por um indivíduo que não professa o anarquismo e que acredita em Deus mas que acima de tudo abomina as mentiras...e não te preocupes Tio Sam, também não sou comunista :)
Senhores(as) para que não me perca em grandes dicursos e porque acredito que uma mensagem curta segue mais facilmente o seu destino do que uma orgia de palavras, gostava de lhes fazer o seguite pedido e dar o seguinte esclarecimento - A cultura somente se torna um luxo exclusivo da elite se não for partilhada e distribuida por todos pois esta deve ser acessível a toda a gente tal como o ensino ou aquele alimento tão simples mas tão substancial que os próprios textos bíblicos o mencionam e que dá pelo nome de PÃO.
Ou seja cultura é pão e tal como o pão alimenta,nutre,e dá força aqule que o come a cultura enriquece tremendamente a vida de um indivíduo,leva-o a querer superar-se e a partilhar o que tem de melhor em si com os outros, e não é do meu interesse utilizar floreados ou palavras bonits sei porque já o senti na pele o quanto isto que vos digo é verdade.
Se a cultura é cara ?! sim é verdade_ tal como o pão,mas para que não existam enganos e para desmistificar de uma vez por todas essas classezinhas de merda de pseudo preveligiados que por terem acesso aos melhores livros e ao melhor tipo de ensino acham-se uma raça superior de homens e mulheres permitam-me que os esclareça do seguinte_ aqueles que vos limpam a casa,o escritório,engraxa os sapatos,lava o automóvel,cozinha para vocês e os vossos filhos e até aqueles que não tem a sorte de possuir uma casa ou de comer todos os dias,SIM até esses gostam de coisas belas e sim até esses reconheceriam a frescura de um copo de água limpa depois de passarem anos a beber água suja.
Por isso aqui vai o meu pedido, _se gostam de ler então emprestem livros a quem vos pedir pois vão enriquecer a vida dessa pessoa imensamente e não deixem vós mesmos nunca de pedir livros emprestados porque um livro parado numa prateleira é como uma munição que nunca será utilizada.
Se gostam de assistir a peças de teatro,ou gostam de cinema ou de ir a museus ou qualquer outra coisa que acham no vosso intímo que vos enriquece a vida interiormente então nunca deixem de convidar alguém para ir convosco se puderem partilhar um bilhete com outra pessoa. Isto dito por alguém que muitas vezes quis assistir a peças de teatro ou ir ao cinema ou ver um concerto ou assistir a uma palestra muitas vezes na vida e não tinha possiblidades monetárias para o fazer.
Por isso para terminar gostava apenas de acrescentar que quando ouvirem a mítica e célebre frase "A cultura é um luxo exclusivo da elite" lembrem-se que a cultura tal como o pão é um bem que deve ser partilhado por todos independentemente de preços e de classes sociais.

English translation:
From far away there is a cliché that cries: "Culture is an exclusive luxury of the elite" ... let me make the following comment, here goes - THIS IS A LIE!, Of he many lies that have been told to mankind this is certainly one of the most vile, cruel, cynical and hypocritical ever. Whomever said this also certainly believed that education is a luxury that should be given only to the upper classes and the rabble (that is you and I) must remain illiterate to be more manoeuvrable as uneducated people gives more to hypnotism from those who call themselves our leaders in the political, religious and media scenery ... yes, this was said by an individual who is not an anarchist and believes in God but hates lies above all things ... and not to worry Uncle Sam, I´m no communist neither :)
Ladies and Gentleman, not to lose myself with a massive speech and being a believer that a short message follows a straight path more easily than an orgy of words, I would like to make the following request and give the following clarification - Culture only becomes an exclusive luxury of the elite if not shared and distributed by everyone as it must be accessible to everyone such as teaching or that food so simple but so substantial that even the biblical texts mention it _ BREAD.
In other words, culture is like bread and bread nourishes, nurtures, and empowers whom ever eats it .Culture tremendously enriches the life of an individual, leads him to want to surpass Himself and share what is best of him(her)self with others, and it is not in my interest to use flowery words because I've felt on my back the weight of the statement i just made so i know it to be true.
If culture is expensive?! yes, it´s true_ such as bread, but there are no misunderstandings and to dispel once and for all those shitty pseudo little upper classes that by having access to the best books and the best type of education find themselves to be some sort of master race of men and women let me clarify the following_ those that clean your home, your office, polish your shoes, wash your car, cook for you and your children and even those who do not have the luck of owning a home or eating every day, YES even those people share the sensitivity to enjoy beautiful things, even they recognize the freshness of a glass of clean water after spending years drinking dirty water.
So here's my request, _If you like to read books then lend to whom it will ask you, that will enrich the life of that person immensely and do not stop yourself from borrowing books also because a book standing alone on a shelf is like ammo that will never be used.
If you like to watch theater plays, or enjoy a movie or going to museums or anything else you feel in your heart that enriches the life inside you, having the chance to do so never cease to invite someone to go with you .This is said by someone who often wanted to attend plays or go to the movies or watch a concert or attend a lecture many times in life and had no financial possibilities to do so.
So to end, i would just like to add that when you hear the mythical and famous phrase "Culture is an exclusive luxury of the elite" remember that culture like bread is a "good" that must be shared by all regardless of price and social classes.

One "CLICK" a Day..., Goat Trail / Caminho de Cabras

2010-08-03T20:21:00.000-07:00

I often wonder how is that the old shepherd still manages to remain so with that old way of earning a living and to draw from it his livelihood.

He´s almost centenary, bent by time and the weight of life but I see him every afternoon getting out of the old abandoned windmill on the road accompanied by the goats that are now his only family, and walk with them the harsh ways of the hill where he leads them to graze.

Where they go he will follow them for long and hard steep rails.

Rain or shine I watch from afar his sunburned face, wrinkled and inrregular like those tracks that he has traveled in life.

I know that he might not have much time. I noticed that he keeps getting farther from the herd and it must be quite hard to follow them due to his old age.

The powerful cars pass by this ludicrous group as far away as possible from the comforts and confusions of this era and the powerful engines seem to emit noise of a giant sputum who despises everyone who stubbornly keeps herding a flock.

Once this hill was a fertile agricultural area spotted with fields of barley and wheat. Planted and harvested the people ate bread that was almost the only substantial food but with the taste of new life and sweat.
Things had meaning...

Now this is just a path, a shortcut out of the city where the ground was torn to build roads and all crops were burned in the name of progress.

Progress ?..............

Today I have not seen the shepherd ...

Diogo Carvalho © Copyright.

Costumo perguntar-me com frequência como é que o velho pastor ainda consegue manter-se com aquela tão antigo modo de ganhar a vida e daí extrair o seu sustento.

É quase centenário,torto pelo tempo e pelo peso da vida no entanto vejo-o todas as tardes a sair de velho moinho abandonado à beira da estrada acompanhado pelas cabras que agora são a sua única família e a trilhar com estas os duros caminhos da serra onde as leva a pastar.

Aonde elas vão ele acompanha por muito duros ou ingremes que sejam os trilhos.

Chova ou faça sol observo ao longe o seu rosto queimado pelo sol,enrugado e inrregular como aqueles trilhos que ele tem percorrido na vida.

Sei que talvez não lhe reste muito tempo pois reparei que ele vai ficando cada vez mais distante das cabritas e já lhe deve ser muito difícil acompanhar o rebanho derivado à sua idade avançada.

Os potentes carros passam por este grupo caricato tão afastado dos confortos e confusões desta era e os potentes motores parecem emitir o ruído de um gigantesco escarro que despreza todo aquele que teimosamente ainda pastoreia o seu rebanho.

Outrora esta era uma zona agrícola fértil em campos pintalgados de cevada e trigo onde se plantava,colhia e se comia o pão que era quase o único alimento substancial mas que tinha aquele gosto antigo a vida e a suor.
As coisas tinham significado...

Agora este é apenas um trilho, um atalho fora da cidade onde o chão foi rasgado para construir estradas e todas as searas foram queimadas em nome do progresso.

Progresso ?..............

Hoje não vi o pastor ...

Diogo Carvalho © Copyright.

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One "CLICK" a Day..., Necropolis of Carenque / Necrópole de Carenque

2010-08-02T18:08:00.000-07:00

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Poema da treta / homenagem a António Feio (1954-2010)

2010-07-30T04:00:00.000-07:00

Poema da treta / homenagem a António Feio (1954-2010)

Tanta falta faz um Feio

Fazem alarde ao que é belo

Os meios de comunicação

Poucos reconhecem no meio

Toda a beleza do Feio

Aquela graça sem fim

Tanta falta faz um Feio

Pois foi com riso sincero

Que ouvi a sapiência

Do que dizia Molero

E o amor ao Teatro

Nasceu dentro de mim

E as saudades da peta

De uma conversa da treta

Ó Camandro,Ó Catano,Ó Caneco

Nem quero saber se peco

Ao lembrar as bebedeiras

Desses risos,desse eco

Porque a gargalhada

Quer-se bem tirada

Assim como a cerveja

Quer-se _Fresca, viva, jovial

E pode tornar-se vicio

Um vicío assim faz mal ?

Tanta falta faz um Feio

Num mundo fraco e febril

Onde a doença imbecil

Não levou somente um

Mas um que representou mil

Tanta falta faz um Feio

Nesta terra de ilusões

Pois um Feio franco e forte

Sem medos riu-se da sorte

E para nos fazer rir

Até fez humor com a morte

Tanta falta faz um Feio

Faltam pessoas assim

Que apesar de despesas

Doença, contrariedades, tristezas

Sobem ao palco da vida

E brilham até ao fim.

Adeus António Feio

Obrigado pelas gargalhadas.

BOITEZULEIKA

2010-07-29T09:04:00.000-07:00

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2010-07-27T02:04:00.000-07:00

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2010-07-25T07:59:00.000-07:00

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