Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Rebola Thomas!

Rebola Thomas! Rebola de um lado para o outro agora que aprendeste a rebolar!!!!!

da mãe do Thomas bonito, lindo amoroso...

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Identité

Avec chaque être humain, j'ai quelques appartenances communes; mais aucune personne au monde ne partage toutes mes appartenances, ni même une grande partie de celles-ci; sur les dizaines de critères que je pourrais aligner, il suffirait d'une poignée pour que mon identité spécifique soit nettement établie, différente de celle d'un autre, fût-il mon propre fils ou mon père. _ Les identités meurtrières, Amin Maalouf

Thursday, March 23, 2006

esperança

As nuvens passam. Passam a uma velocidade estonteante. Há umas cor de chumbo que se digladiam na frente, outras mais claras que são empurradas para o fundo. Passam e franzem o sobrolho com um ar intimidatório. Um avião trespassa uma a uma, esquecendo que dança dentro delas a água desejosa de retumbar. O avião voa também carregado, aparecendo e desaparecendo já longe da vista. Todos passam e nenhum acena ou se manifesta. O vento corre forte e promete fustigar o que de pouco ainda sobra desta rara planície. As nuvens passam. Passam e esquecem o que infligem ao espectador. Porém, sei que um novo sol emergirá amanhã. Talvez seja isto a esperança, uma certeza de poder encontrar uma radiosa e irrefutável possibilidade.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Para que a primavera namore a poesia...

Annabel Lee_by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee--
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.


I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee--
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.


The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:
And so, all the night-tide, I lay down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Dia Mundial da Poesia

Tous les enfants sont inspirés, ils ne peuvent rien envier aux poètes qui sont tout bonnement des enfants _ Les mots, J.P. Sartre

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Observo-os prolongadamente e apercebo-me mais do que nunca que ...


A beleza origina pudor. _ A Morte em Veneza, Thomas Mann_

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Não é verdade?...

"Não é verdade que a vida seria triste, aborrecida, insípida, molesta, se não tivesse o condimento do prazer, da folia e da loucura?" _ Erasmo

Thursday, March 09, 2006

09.03.2006


Garfield


Ao Thomas _ 3 meses

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