tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5919942195421338032024-02-20T17:44:56.163+00:00JoséJoséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-54723724499882503402020-11-22T12:22:00.003+00:002020-11-22T12:22:43.865+00:00"le ciel est bleu"<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">'No nosso entender, o que a professora estava a dizer jamais poderia ser verdade. Porque, se o que ela estava a dizer era verdade, então o céu (estivesse ou não estivesse lá fora, não interessava) podia ser de qualquer cor, portanto, tudo podia ser de qualquer cor, portanto tudo podia ser tudo e tudo podia acontecer em qualquer altura e em qualquer lugar no mundo inteiro e a qualquer pessoa (e provavelmente até acontecera, nós é que não déramos por isso). Por isso, não. Depois de gerações sucessivas, de pais e dos pais desses pais e das mães e das mães dessas mães, de séculos e de milénios em que fora oficialmente de uma cor e não oficialmente de três, o céu não ia passar, de um momento para o outro, a ser de muitas cores.</div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">- Vamos - insistiu ela. - Agora estão de costas para a janela porquê? - Tínhamo-nos virado de costas para a janela, por instinto, para nos protegermos. Mas ela obrigou-nos a voltarmo-nos de novo para a janela para tornarmos a ver o céu. E, desta vez, pôs-se a indicar, por toda a vidraça, partes do céu que eram não azuis, mas lilases, púrpura, e até, rosadas (havia vários tons de rosa). Havia mesmo uma área de um verde que depois se tornava amarelo-dourado. <i>Verde?! Mas que raio estava o verde ali a fazer?! </i>A dada altura, como daquela janela não se via grande parte do pôr do Sol, ela levou-nos da nossa sala de aula e pelo corredor fora até à sala de aula de <i>littérateurs</i>, que estava vazia porque eles tinham ido ao teatro, munidos de blocos de notas e canetas e lanternas, para verem O Campeão o Mundo Ocidental de pois escreverem a crítica. E então a professora fez-nos olhar para o céu daquela nova perspetiva. Numa zona da vidraça, via-se o Sol (enorme e de um gigantesco vermelho-alaranjado, num céu também ele sem réstia de azul) a desaparecer por trás dos edifícios. </div></blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Quanto ao céu propriamente dito, era agora uma mistura de rosa e amarelo-limão, com laivos cor de malva em fundo. Durante o nosso breve trajeto pelo corredor, as cores tinham mudado e ainda estavam a mudar agora, diante dos nossos olhos. Um amarelo-dourado que viera sobrepor-se à cor de malva ia avançando para se unir a uma faixa prateada, enquanto um outro tom de cor de malva avançava lateralmente de um canto. Depois, mais rosa. Depois, mais lilás. Depois, um azul-turquesa que obrigou as nuvens (que não eram brancas a saírem-lhe do caminho).' </div></blockquote><p style="text-align: right;"><i>Milkman</i>, Anna Burns </p><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCC5jPzYhL2S-Ap2-o0vtJmZdTmfzmaIE6l2BfxBv-BvGwou24y3G_B3zKTKQLGDPD4_oGMj7pkx56cusO5LExAUeJLKgAw6S2OXCbZJLpYUKizrWb4ou3TlpbNNYFlY8ntzTA6VFbKbEP/s2048/DSCF8821-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1154" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCC5jPzYhL2S-Ap2-o0vtJmZdTmfzmaIE6l2BfxBv-BvGwou24y3G_B3zKTKQLGDPD4_oGMj7pkx56cusO5LExAUeJLKgAw6S2OXCbZJLpYUKizrWb4ou3TlpbNNYFlY8ntzTA6VFbKbEP/s16000/DSCF8821-2.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMfObc8wrYyOGODbFrb7TLXnLravv3AWONZPQB0jJ-1ZRU8Gr4wx_WCdqG-JQyqrCeuTNsLNgiqh4tYnBCVs3KQ4OTbfS8o94ilA-Szphyphenhyphen89b7eVt3V9Rn8QAbpVj4RlCtunbY5YrttT_/s2048/DSCF8825-2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;">Como não amar?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIHsxUI85nK1ke-977uuBlOkrhunnkZ6nLb7mfLsAQM5n4F01DlO4qY1D_d9VLJVYIT6YVou3VLyUl8OV5vUjW0Qp6QguywU-AGtiekH4KM_VnwztIll264yir-Ck5Pa3dnyJBF_MOmAw/s1024/DSCF8805-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="577" data-original-width="1024" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnIHsxUI85nK1ke-977uuBlOkrhunnkZ6nLb7mfLsAQM5n4F01DlO4qY1D_d9VLJVYIT6YVou3VLyUl8OV5vUjW0Qp6QguywU-AGtiekH4KM_VnwztIll264yir-Ck5Pa3dnyJBF_MOmAw/w640-h360/DSCF8805-2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNFJg2ZBhcb2FA_CbSl5X70t8sEPdQxvcM67SWQfrVGSM6evOolcZfY8pAyVO64AdhIwnjzscPeJA4EvnKqmHD1Fm4bxZakEEPTtfWGtu5rnviW-tE5gR-7q7W9yypIx7UJdwVrw4PnfOG/s1024/DSCF8810-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: left;">Momentos pandémicos à parte,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">o outono não desilude.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1HkscxFztRcJ9MVk4_cBpKeFCRvqZDMSvUmM2aWfxAkvEhxH-3Vqq2Sp8kMtE0NvF9NN4D3a4i70zM6CJ89EBNzjDkvvRc0gVexZ2Fq3eHeCPZua3aIYPpUxVpmWeikP0TjlLgDKOiBJ/s2048/DSCF8785.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="2048" height="362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij1HkscxFztRcJ9MVk4_cBpKeFCRvqZDMSvUmM2aWfxAkvEhxH-3Vqq2Sp8kMtE0NvF9NN4D3a4i70zM6CJ89EBNzjDkvvRc0gVexZ2Fq3eHeCPZua3aIYPpUxVpmWeikP0TjlLgDKOiBJ/w640-h362/DSCF8785.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUvpCJ6JVY9lKK5SMcy_7KdKxl_22rKHg4fRh3G5mevEOGu_11PROOtUt0A6xs5xldAw-xEtozudChWPlaVclMX8NCFNenfWiW1aCsr4UeaMmRfsc0iJDUX0XATcRDi9o3X-BYCpE5sjOx/s2048/DSCF8791.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-31643621810587929972020-09-17T21:57:00.009+01:002020-09-17T22:00:32.687+01:00Atenas <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Adorável </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Atenas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-leYyLDsPq6hhH9mhsgPezjWpFEExRHZAm3R_5YyDC8ZzkYOothFiEa6sEqLsi3fGiowN_ITYwnTXkzAc8TRfNDIlZ_yQ2_5BB5cc9D1rwy63zy3IvpggxjNg1IVIrT1ajv2xJ9X07-A/s2048/DSCF5851.jpg" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1155" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS-leYyLDsPq6hhH9mhsgPezjWpFEExRHZAm3R_5YyDC8ZzkYOothFiEa6sEqLsi3fGiowN_ITYwnTXkzAc8TRfNDIlZ_yQ2_5BB5cc9D1rwy63zy3IvpggxjNg1IVIrT1ajv2xJ9X07-A/s16000/DSCF5851.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div> <p></p>Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-25101299777956532192019-08-04T11:41:00.002+01:002019-08-04T11:41:46.136+01:00diasenganaram-me.<br />
disseram-me que todos os dias, cada dia, são um dia em branco.<br />
não é verdade.<br />
o início de um dia não é branco. muito menos se parece com uma folha lisa ou com um céu sem nuvens.<br />
cada dia novo, que não é branco, nem liso, nem limpo, começa com o peso de todos os dias que lhe antecederam.<br />
e é por isso que envelhecemos.. são os dias a pesarem-se e a pesarem-nos.<br />
às vezes, ou quase sempre, carregamos o peso dos dias como um fardo invisível.<br />
outras, esse peso materializa-se, ganha forma e, ainda que seja ilusório, parece pesar mais.<br />
por isso concordo.<br />
deviam existir dias paralelos.<br />
dias como imaculadas folhas brancas. limpas. lisas.<br />
paralelos porque numa lógica estritamente matemática jamais se tocariam com os dias do dia-a-dia e por isso seriam leves e descomprometidos com o peso de todos os que o sucederam.<br />
mas talvez também por isso, seja melhor assim. não existir dias paralelos, desmemoriados e necessariamente sem peso.<br />
por isso seguimos com o peso dos dias, que às vezes tal como uma bela tarde de outono dão tréguas e tornam ainda mais bonito o pôr-do-sol.<br />
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enganaram-me.<br />
mas há dias em que tudo está bem e com a luz certa.. são quase brancos.<br />
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<br />Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-8139886102507980312018-12-04T20:58:00.002+00:002018-12-04T21:03:39.855+00:00The "Old Bushmills" Distillery Co. LTD. Precisando e voltando com...<br />
red<br />
black<br />
classic<br />
old<br />
... bushmills.<br />
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Já agora, cerca de 400 anos, <a href="https://www.bushmills.com/stories/" target="_blank">aqui</a> e <a href="https://www.bushmills.com/history/" target="_blank">aqui</a>.<br />
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Bushmills, Irlanda</div>
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Diário Irlanda. outubro, 2018</div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-72486962843179718512017-06-11T23:48:00.000+01:002017-06-11T23:48:21.350+01:00capítulo escrito..... mas ainda não ilustrado.<br />
É importante falar disto.<br />
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Nova Zelândia.<br />
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Tongariro National Park, Ilha Norte</div>
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Nova Zelândia</div>
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Diário Antípodas. <i>maio, 2017</i></div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-26654236926789569732017-03-17T13:45:00.000+00:002017-03-17T13:46:14.152+00:00insularidadeGosto de ilhas.<br />
gosto delas verdes, vibrantes, quentes. Gosto delas férteis.<br />
<br />
Gosto de ilhas.<br />
gosto delas inóspitas, duras, vazias. Gosto delas geladas.<br />
<br />
Gosto de ilhas.<br />
quanto mais <a href="http://www.culturacores.azores.gov.pt/ea/pesquisa/Default.aspx?id=7728" target="_blank">insulares</a>, mais gosto delas.<br />
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<i>Parque Nacional del Teide</i></div>
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<i>Tenerife</i></div>
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<i>Diário ilhas Canárias - dezembro, 2016</i></div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-30416331703577397862017-03-07T20:17:00.000+00:002017-03-07T20:17:48.597+00:00florescendo <br />
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<br />Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-32461186465100747142017-01-06T12:11:00.001+00:002017-01-08T23:28:38.570+00:00piu piua máquina é nova. Pesa-me nas mãos com um peso que não me é natural. não me é familiar.<br />
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uma novidade com peso desconhecido.</div>
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ainda é um corpo estranho, e não um prolongamento. </div>
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as minhas mãos quase que rejeitam. os dedos sentem desconforto. Procuram um obturador que já não existe e quando encontram o novo aplicam uma força familiar, mas desfasada nesse corpo estranho com peso desconhecido. </div>
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o ano também é novo. ao contrário da máquina, estranho-o mas não o rejeito. Anseio-o.<br />
<br />
Julgo que é assim com uma boa parte das pessoas. O emprego, a viagem, o projeto, as caminhadas vigorosas, o corte nas saturadas, a casa, o carro e por aí em diante. São novos ou novas resoluções porque o ano é novo. A novidade é boa. Estranha, mas confortável. A mente e o corpo gostam, anseiam-na. Há uma expectativa de purga, mas também de preenchimento com algo... novo.<br />
O ano instala-se.<br />
A rasura no último número do ano termina ao fim do primeiro mês. O Carnaval ainda é ano novo, mas a Páscoa é transição, o Verão é média idade e quando entra o Outono, o ano está esgotado.<br />
À medida que o ano vai perdendo a sua juventude, já nada se deve ao seu início.<br />
O último mês é um limbo. Tenta-se arrumar o que é mau no ano velho e transportar o bom para o ano novo. Revestem-se as resoluções que não se cumpriram e adicionam-se mais umas. Às vezes, principalmente quando a maioria das ambições ficaram por cumprir, as resoluções para esse novo ano novo são abolidas.<br />
<br />
o ano já não será novo. ao contrário da máquina, o conforto começa a incomodar. começo a rejeitar.<br />
a máquina também já não será um corpo estranho. Será um prolongamento. Um conforto feliz que permite criar. Um peso conhecido.<br />
<br />
estes pequenos não sabem que enquanto os capturo, os dedos sentem desconforto.<br />
ignoram-me. sou uma estranha que não querem conhecer.<br />
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piu </div>
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piu.</div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-40508937222400430862016-12-31T20:31:00.001+00:002017-01-06T15:17:58.710+00:00Feliz Ano Novo. O resto é estrada.<br />
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<br />
gosto de números pares. gosto de anos pares.<br />
coloco sempre o despertador para números ímpares.<br />
não sei se existe alguma relação possível entre estes factos, mas sinceramente isso é irrelevante.<br />
<br />
2016 foi doce.<br />
Estive perto dos meus. Li, viajei, fotografei e conheci muitas pessoas diferentes.<br />
Casei a minha primeira amiga (do coração) e jamais esquecerei o olhar que trocámos quando a vi, linda, a entrar na Igreja.<br />
Dei mais abraços de despedida do que aquilo que gostaria e talvez seja essa a mácula de 2016. Afastou-me mais pessoas do que aquelas que me trouxe. mas em balanço, resta-me a certeza e o conforto dos laços que não quebram. que nunca se desfazem.<br />
Aprendi. Dei e recebi. Trabalhei e ajudei a criar um projeto bonito.<br />
Enervei-me, mas ri muito mais.<br />
Tive dúvidas, mas quanto a isso não há ano que resista.<br />
Fiz escolhas. boas e más. enquanto puder escolher, será suficiente.<br />
Agradeci e agradeço.<br />
Fazendo as contas, 2016 foi uma boa conta de somar e multiplicar, com subtrações e divisões inevitáveis, mas pequenas.<br />
<br />
Gratidão.<br />
<br />
Todos os anos que acabarem com as pessoas nucleares, as que amo sem princípio nem fim, serão sempre anos de profunda gratidão.<br />
2016 foi-me bom, espero que 2017 seja um prolongamento. com mais.<br />
Com mais saúde, mais união e energia da boa.<br />
<br />
Para 2017 desejo-vos o melhor: saúde e longevidade.<br />
Alegria para o viver e gratidão para o equilibrar.<br />
Feliz Ano Novo!<br />
<br />Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-69987276128715023482016-10-14T18:47:00.001+01:002016-10-14T18:59:21.666+01:00Rosa-Petra<br />
a cor-tesouro.<br />
a aquele arrepio.<br />
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<i>Petra, Jordânia</i></div>
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Diário Médio Oriente<i>. </i><i style="font-size: 17.6px;">março, 2015</i></div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-90950966935487422832016-10-12T15:56:00.002+01:002016-10-12T16:06:36.413+01:00céu azul em dias de Outono<br />
hoje o céu está cinzento.<br />
cores de Outono para céu cinzento!<br />
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Capa<br />
Contra-capa<br />
Luz<br />
Contra-luz<br />
<br />
Este vídeo, <a href="https://youtu.be/T17aCX2iBBY" target="_blank">A Arte de Fazer um Livro</a><br />
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Arte Poética, 1758</div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-23941682556808978852016-09-27T17:42:00.001+01:002016-09-28T09:41:13.598+01:00sabias que*...<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... Lago Baikal em russo significa "Lago Rico"?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... que o Baikal é muitas vezes referido como "O olho azul da Sibéria" ou "A pérola da Sibéria?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... é o lago mais profundo do mundo, com uma profundidade máxima de 1620m e uma profundidade média de 730m?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... é considerado o lago de água potável mais volumoso do mundo?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... é o sexto em tamanho com uma área de superfície de 31.722<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.456px; text-align: justify;">km²?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.456px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... tem 635km de comprimento e 80km de largura?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.456px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... é alimentado por mais de 300 rios, mas só é escoado por um, o Angara?</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 19.456px; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... das cerca de 2000 espécies que vivem no lago, 60% são endémicas?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">... a ferrovia das margens do Baikal é um trecho do Transiberiano com 307km e 40 túneis?</span><br />
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* Não. O José não é um blogue de curiosidades.<br />
Embora verdadeiras, as curiosidades referidas são meramente decorativas.<br />
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<i>Lago Baikal, Listvyanka</i></div>
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<i>Rússia</i></div>
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<i> Diário Transmongoliano - julho, 2016</i></div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-9160427208825566192016-09-26T12:03:00.001+01:002016-09-26T12:14:27.593+01:00três coisasda linha ténue que está a separar o Verão do Outono:<br />
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1. As videiras estão pesadas, cheias, carregadas.<br />
Ouvem-se as dornas. As cheias, as meio cheias e as vazias. Batem umas contra as outras e ouvem-se. A pouco e pouco aliviam as vinhas, mas nunca as esvaziam. As vinhas são sempre cheias.<br />
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2. A luz de fim do dia está a mudar. As minhas sandálias amarelas, sabem disso. Sabem que à medida que a luz muda, a importância de uns pés calçados de amarelo também se esbate.<br />
Mas atenção, nunca desvalorizo a importância de dar amarelo aos pés.<br />
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3. Há livros que se fazem de linhas ténues e como tal devem ser lidos com a luz de uma linha ténue.<br />
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No início da tarde de sábado, olhámo-nos com uma satisfação tímida quando soubemos que o piano estava pronto. A meio da manhã, o meu tio saiu para ir buscar o afinador. Chegou, trazendo-o pelo braço. O afinador era cego. Apontava a cabeça para cima ou para lugares onde não acontecia nada. A cabeça girava-lhe autónoma sobre o pescoço. Era mais velho do que o meu tio. Tinhas as mãos lisas. Falava pouco. Passámos horas a acertar notas em cada tecla. O afinador apertava as cordas com uma chave de prata que segurava, firme e cuidadosamente, entre os dedos. E os sons puros: nítidos no silêncio: desenhados no ar, a demorarem-se breves, a ecoarem na memória e a deixarem outro silêncio: outro silêncio: outro silêncio diferente. </blockquote>
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Quando por fim se ouviu uma palavra, foi o meu tio que me pediu para ir avisar o italiano. Sorri-lhe, abanei a cabeça afirmativamente e não fui capaz de dizer nada porque, dentro de mim, tinha um redemoinho infinito de música infinita.</blockquote>
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<i>Cemitério de Pianos</i>, José Luís Peixoto</div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-975777716464331742016-09-05T11:36:00.000+01:002016-09-05T11:36:04.780+01:00bom dia, flor do dia<br />
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e ainda:<br />
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />1. A voz, a vida e força da <a href="https://www.publico.pt/culturaipsilon/noticia/elza-soares-cantara-ate-ao-fim-1742742" target="_blank">Mulher do Fim do Mundo</a><br />
2. A questão: <a href="https://vimeo.com/179228552" target="_blank">Para onde foram as andorinhas?</a><br />
3. Este <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Md0000uSgOs" target="_blank">Saturday Night</a>, mesmo não sendo sábado<br />
<br />Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-49472800348289284862016-09-02T16:53:00.001+01:002016-09-02T20:31:33.748+01:00omulfecho os olhos.<br />
consigo sentir o cheiro quente e fumado do omul.<br />
já só consigo sentir o cheiro quente e fumado do omul.<br />
a consciência subtraiu-me a recordação odorífica dos corpos suados, da atmosfera abafada, do ócio.<br />
da expectativa.<br />
de tudo o que me invadia as narinas à entrada de um vagão de terceira classe.<br />
o cheiro a omul estava sempre lá, nessa mescla de odores que a consciência me levou.<br />
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mas o que recordo agora de olhos fechados é um odor limpo. sem mescla.<br />
uma recordação que me afasta do comboio e me leva às margens do lago Baikal.<br />
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abro os olhos.<br />
cheira a sal e sol. cheira a mar mediterrâneo.<br />
ainda não é uma recordação.<br />
vejo-o ali ao fundo enquanto sinto uma brisa, leve e quente.<br />
passo os lábios na pele do meu braço, sabe a sal e sol.<br />
vou levantar-me, ouvir o estalido do portátil a fechar-se, alisar o vestido, acertar o biquini.<br />
enquanto desço seis andares e percorro 200 metros afasto memórias. crio novas.<br />
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mergulho.<br />
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<i>Lago Baikal, Listvyanka</i></div>
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<i>Rússia</i></div>
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<i> Diário Transmongoliano - julho, 2016</i></div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-47811364749287561532016-08-26T11:06:00.000+01:002016-08-28T19:40:05.167+01:00os fins de tarde que recordam o fim dos livros<br />
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O comandante olhou para Fermina Daza e viu nas suas pestanas os primeiros pingos de um orvalho de Inverno. Depois olhou para Florentino Ariza, o seu domínio invencível, o seu amor impávido, e ficou assustado pela suspeita tardia de que é a vida, mais que a morte, que não tem limites.<br />
- E até quando pensa o senhor que podemos continuar neste ir e vir dum caralho? - perguntou-lhe.<br />
Florentino Ariza tinha a resposta preparada há já cinquenta e três anos, sete meses e onze dias com todas as suas noites.<br />
- Toda a vida - disse.</blockquote>
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<i>O Amor nos Tempos de Cólera</i>, Gabriel García Márquez </div>
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... que sabendo a água doce ainda lhe desconfia da doçura.<br />
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<i>Lago Baikal, Listvyanka</i></div>
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<i>Rússia</i></div>
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<i> Diário Transmongoliano - julho, 2016</i></div>
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Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-81751295793223624412016-08-08T11:31:00.002+01:002016-08-08T11:31:18.875+01:00dias azuis...<br />
... com cor de laranja.<br />
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<br />Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-11118553630688270842016-08-04T16:53:00.002+01:002016-09-04T02:52:39.925+01:00há lugares...<br />
onde o tempo se faz de outra forma.<br />
onde as bicicletas cor de rosa são ainda mais giras.<br />
onde as distâncias têm a medida certa.<br />
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<i>Mongólia</i></div>
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<i>Diário Transmongoliano. julho, 2016</i></div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-2083520369078543142016-08-01T17:07:00.001+01:002016-08-01T17:07:37.395+01:00doce Agosto,três coisas.<br />
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1. Uma viagem que carece de reflexão.<br />
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2. Estados que carecem de mudança.<br />
E vitalidade.<br />
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3. Um carteiro que conhece a importância do primeiro dia do mês.<br />
<br />Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-41776702946717735122016-06-07T17:18:00.000+01:002016-06-07T18:36:43.647+01:00Moderato Cantabile<br />
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'O homem decidiu-se a regressar à cidade, para longe daquele parque. À medida que se afasta, o cheiro das magnólias diminui, cede o lugar ao do mar.<br />
Anne Desbaresdes come um pouco de pudim gelado para que a deixem em paz.<br />
O homem voltará involuntariamente para trás. Redescobre as magnólias, as grades, e as janelas ao longe, sempre iluminadas, sempre. Tem de novo nos lábios a canção escutada esta tarde, e na boca um nome que há de pronunciar numa voz um pouco mais alta. O homem passa diante da casa.<br />
Ela pressente-o. A magnólia entre os seus seios murcha, percorre o verão no espaço de uma hora. O homem em breve se afastará do parque. Afastou-se. Anne Desbaresdes continua num gesto interminável a supliciar a flor.<br />
— A Anne não ouviu.<br />
Ela tenta alargar o sorriso, já não consegue. Repetem. Leva uma última vez a mão à desordem loura dos cabelos. As olheiras estão maiores. Chorou, esta noite. Repetem apenas para ela e esperam.'</blockquote>
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<i>Moderato Cantabile, Marguerite Duras </i><br />
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Aviso: Esta publicação carece de Magnólias.</div>
Joséhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10228046816626214754noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-591994219542133803.post-74379373019758523762016-05-31T11:07:00.001+01:002021-11-01T16:33:52.095+00:00Barcelona es poderosa<br />
há uns anos foi Barcelona que me colocou verdadeiramente um mapa na mão. a primeira viagem fora das asas dos pais.<br />
foram sete dias a calcorrear a cidade com a minha Lolita. a pasmar com o espírito, a saborear a diversidade, a absorver a diferença. guardarei sempre essa experiência, cheia de histórias dentro, no lugar mais quente da minha memória.<br />
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voltei mais três vezes, é pouco. Barcelona merece que se volte mais.<br />
no sábado, enquanto caminhava pelas suas ruas imaginei-me a viver ali. imaginei-me a ser mais do que uma espectadora.<br />
tudo me encanta em Barcelona assim como <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsKSPK7QMJE" target="_blank">esta música</a> que lhe assenta na perfeição.<br />
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<i>Barcelona</i></div>
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<i>maio, 2016</i></div>
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