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quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2016

A uma cadelinha que foi ontem para o céu dos cães :-(

© Pedro Rodrigues.
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“You think dogs will not be in heaven? I tell you, they will be there long before any of us.”

terça-feira, 11 de novembro de 2014

Festejando o São Martinho


“Wine is bottled poetry.”
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Diego Velázquez, El triunfo de Baco ou Los borrachos (1628-1629, Museo del Prado)
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José Malhoa, Festejando o São Martinho (1907, Museu do Chiado – Museu Nacional de Arte Contemporânea)
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«No dia de S. Martinho, come-se castanhas e bebe-se vinho.»
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Pintores em Paris (1909) (D. Rebelo, Amadeo, Emmerico, M. Bentes e J. P. Cruz)

quinta-feira, 10 de julho de 2014

Bondade e humildade

Mary Stevenson Cassatt, Feeding the Ducks (c. 1895, Allen Memorial Art Museum, Oberlin College)
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«There are two things that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people.»

sexta-feira, 4 de abril de 2014

Amizade

Maria Primachenko, Dear Friends, I Give You the Sun and My Sunny Art (1978)
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«We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.»
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segunda-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2010

Momentos ternos

Pintura de Bernardus Johannes Blommers, A Tender Moment (Leilão da Christie's, Janeiro de 2010).
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COME, my little children, here are songs for you;
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.

Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall,
Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.
So when night is come, and you have gone to bed,
All the songs you love to sing shall echo in your head.
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sábado, 20 de junho de 2009

Chegou o Verão


Fotografia de Margarida Elias, Praia de Santa Cruz (Junho de 2009).
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In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day.
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Robert Louis Stevenson
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