Noıte quente.
Agua.
Dıferenças.
T-shırt e casaco de ganga. Apenas.
Barco.
Mesquıtas.
Palacio.
Parque.
Sol.
Por-do-sol.
Horızonte.
Abraco.
Cha.
Ruas apertadas.
Burcas. Muıtas.
Asıa e Europa. Num passo.
Oraçoes em arabe.
Traços do Porto.
Eclıpse. Magıa.
Istambul.
segunda-feira, março 27, 2006
Wear Sunscreen
(Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99...)
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time it’s 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Wear sunscreen
Baz Luhrmann
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Sing
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents; you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time it’s 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen…
Wear sunscreen
Baz Luhrmann
quinta-feira, março 23, 2006
domingo, março 19, 2006
Dia do pai...dia do meu PAI
Bucólica
A vida é feita de nadas:
De grandes serras paradas
A espera de movimento;
De searas onduladas
Pelo vento;
De casas de moradia
Caídas e com sinais
De ninhos que outrora havia
Nos beirais;
De poeira;
De sombra duma figueira;
De ver esta maravilha:
Meu Pai a erguer uma videira
Como uma Mãe que faz a trança à filha.
S. Martinho de Anta, 30 de Abril de 1937
Miguel Torga
Alfredo, paizinho...Feliz dia do Pai, junto dos braços do Gugu. Fica aqui o meu abraço para ti.
A vida é feita de nadas:
De grandes serras paradas
A espera de movimento;
De searas onduladas
Pelo vento;
De casas de moradia
Caídas e com sinais
De ninhos que outrora havia
Nos beirais;
De poeira;
De sombra duma figueira;
De ver esta maravilha:
Meu Pai a erguer uma videira
Como uma Mãe que faz a trança à filha.
S. Martinho de Anta, 30 de Abril de 1937
Miguel Torga
Alfredo, paizinho...Feliz dia do Pai, junto dos braços do Gugu. Fica aqui o meu abraço para ti.
sexta-feira, março 17, 2006
quinta-feira, março 16, 2006
Tenho saudades da fnac. De passar as tardes dos fins-de-semana sentada no chão da loja a embrulhar poesia cá dentro. Penetrar textos com o olhar. Andar devagar pelas páginas e páginas de autores. Mastigar letras, palavras, frases. E ir até ao Caffe di Roma fazer a digestão.
E dentro das quatro paredes do escritório tenho saudades das quatro paredes do mundo. E Amesterdão é a janela nas quatro paredes do mundo.
E dentro das quatro paredes do escritório tenho saudades das quatro paredes do mundo. E Amesterdão é a janela nas quatro paredes do mundo.
quarta-feira, março 15, 2006
O meu quarto é muito pequeno.
E tem uma grande, grande janela.
Por onde se vê a lua, da cama.
Vivo numa janela.
A lua como candeeiro, do lado de lá da janela numa noite que se faz branca.
E tem uma grande, grande janela.
Por onde se vê a lua, da cama.
Vivo numa janela.
A lua como candeeiro, do lado de lá da janela numa noite que se faz branca.
terça-feira, março 14, 2006
quinta-feira, março 09, 2006
Fora de horas
Foi assim na semana passada. Uma benção de neve cuspida pelo céu!...Agora o céu chora, apenas!
quarta-feira, março 08, 2006
Foi preciso o primeiro-ministro português viajar até á Finlândia para perceber que o sistema educacional finlandês é excelente. Absolutamente excelente. Aliás, a Finlândia é um país impecável. Engomado. Porque tem um povo que o merece. Porque tem aquilo que falta a Portugal - educação. regras. um sistema de facto. E vem o primeiro-ministro português com cara de inocente dizer: "Estou impressionado". Mas não é o único. Os finlandeses, também estão impressionados com Portugal. Pela bandalheira que ele é.
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