Recordar, sempre

 abril 2016

" (...) e eu estava disposto a prometer abolir a memória nos próximos dez anos, mas a avó Katarina era contra o esquecimento. Para a avó, o passado é uma casa de campo com um jardim, no qual os melros chilreiam e as vizinhas chilreiam e se tira café de um poço, enquanto o avô Slavko e os seus amigos jogam às escondidas à volta dela. E o presente é uma estrada que leva para longe dessa casa de campo, que vibra debaixo das lagartas dos tanques, que cheira a fumo denso e executa cavalos. Há que recordar ambas as coisas, sussurrou-me a avó no banco de trás, o tempo em que tudo estava bem e o tempo em que nada está bem." Sasa Stanisic in Como o Soldado Conserta o Gramofone

Angels

And the moon and the sun and the stars shine bright and high

And I can't help but wonder the way that the world goes by

I hope that they're real, and I hope they can hear me cry

I'm not sure if they're real, but I'll wait for them 'till I die

Angels - Adrianne Lenker and Buck Meek 

Teremos sempre primavera

abril 2018

Isn't it ironic?

   Fui comprar umas calças pretas, elogiaram-me a "alegria de viver".

Paris, Texas

   "And for the first time, he wished he were far away. Lost in a deep, vast country where nobody knew him. Somewhere without language, or streets. He dreamed about this place without knowing its name. And when he woke up, he was on fire. There were blue flames burning the sheets of his bed. He ran through the flames toward the only two people he loved… but they were gone. His arms were burning, and he threw himself outside and rolled on the wet ground. Then he ran. He never looked back at the fire. He just ran. He ran until the sun came up and he couldn’t run any further. And when the sun went down, he ran again. For five days he ran like this until every sign of man had disappeared.”

Paris,Texas, Wim Wenders (1984)

Marvão (II)

agosto 2017