quarta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2012
Ciao, bambino!
«I haven’t lost one yet, meaning that I have never sat in front of anyone and not caught at least a glimpse of what is unbearably beautiful inside of them.» Nicole Daedone
terça-feira, 28 de fevereiro de 2012
terça-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2012
domingo, 19 de fevereiro de 2012
1'25 - 1'33''
«E a vida é real. É feita de pequenas coisas: minutos, horas, sestas, os afazeres, a rotina... E isso tem de ser suficiente.»
sábado, 18 de fevereiro de 2012
sexta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2012
quarta-feira, 15 de fevereiro de 2012
Onde ou quando
Parece que já nos conhecíamos, que já rimos assim antes, que já nos amámos em tempos...
terça-feira, 14 de fevereiro de 2012
sexta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2012
quarta-feira, 8 de fevereiro de 2012
terça-feira, 7 de fevereiro de 2012
segunda-feira, 6 de fevereiro de 2012
domingo, 5 de fevereiro de 2012
Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
quinta-feira, 2 de fevereiro de 2012
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