Do Tempo II

Agenda

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«I'm late, I'm late. 

For a very important date. 

No time to say hello. Goodbye. 

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late.»

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White Rabbit.

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Canções para a época I

Cathy Horvath Buchanan

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“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”

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Lewis Carroll.*

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* A citação já andou por aqui: http://memoriasimagens.blogspot.pt/2014/12/neve.html

Viajar no Tempo

(daqui)

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«The capacity for mental time travel gave our ancestors an invaluable edge in the struggle for survival. (...) If this argument is correct, then mental time travel into the past — remembering — “is subsidiary to our ability to imagine future scenarios.” Tulving agrees: “What is the benefit of knowing what has happened in the past? Why do you care? The importance is that you’ve learned a lesson,” he says. “Perhaps the evolutionary advantage has to do with the future rather than the past.”

Modern neuroscience appears to confirm that line of reasoning: as far as your brain is concerned, the act of remembering is indeed very similar to the act of imagining the future.»

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Dan Falk, In Search of Time: The History, Physics, and Philosophy of Time, citado por Maria Popova (1/7/2014), «The Science of Mental Time Travel and Why Our Ability to Imagine the Future Is Essential to Our Humanity», Brain Pickings.
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P.S.1 - Vale a pena ler todo o artigo de Maria Popova.

P.S.2 - Maria Popova adverte para o risco de gastarmos demasiado tempo a planear o futuro.

P.S.3 - Eu julgo que também há o risco de nos perdermos no passado, quer seja o das memórias pessoais e familiares, quer seja o da história nacional ou mundial.
P.S.4 - Como sempre, o equilíbrio é essencial.
P.S.5 - Os "negritos" são meus.

Para a minha princesa que faz hoje anos!

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****Desejo-te****

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Morangos com chocolate :-)

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Sonhos realizados e muita magia boa /*

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Muita, muita felicidade

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Muita segurança, alguma desconfiança e mais coragem q.b.

Muita imaginação & criatividade

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E, como ela me disse para eu lhe dizer hoje de manhã:

FELIZ PARABÉNS!!!

Os gatos

A Princesa, a minha primeira gata, quando eu tinha 8 anos.

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Um assunto que me tem interessado cada vez mais é o facto de muitos artistas e intelectuais terem gatos. Eu (que não sou um génio, diga-se) gosto de gatos, mas também gosto de cães. Sinto por vezes que a minha personalidade é sobretudo semelhante à dos gatos (e estou convencida que se existissem reencarnações, eu fui gato em alguma delas). Para quem tenha dúvidas sobre os benefícios de ter animais de estimação, fica um link aqui.

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Este é para a Sandra do Presépio com Vista para o Canal

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Dito isto, vou dedicar este post (e imagens) aos amigos gatos, apesar de já ter abordado anteriormente este assunto no blogue, noutro contexto (neste link, por exemplo).

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Petal … Georgia O’Keeffe with cat

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No The Guardian, em Abril deste ano, foi publicado um artigo de Jonathan Jones sobre: «Stroke of genius: why do artists love cats?», que faz a recensão crítica sobre um livro dedicado a esta temática. Nele se referem alguns artistas com os seus gatos, como Matisse, Georgia O’Keeffe e Salvador Dalí. Conta-se que no antigo Egipto o gato era considerado divino, um mensageiro entre a casa e a selva, entre o terreno e o sobrenatural. Diz-se que os artistas amam os gatos precisamente porque eles não são sempre adoráveis e há algo de misterioso neles que desperta a imaginação.
O artigo ressalva que nem todos os artistas eram "cat lovers" e alguns gostavam de cães, como Picasso. Enuncia-se a premissa de que o gato é adoptado por caracteres mais amáveis e o cão por personalidades mais agressivas: «There seems to be a potential symbolism in Picasso the dog lover versus Matisse the cat owner.» Parece-me demasiado simplista essa asserção, mas concordo certamente com a frase final: «The cat may or may not be the artist’s ideal pet. But it is certainly a magical creature in art.»

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Moritz Nahr, Gustav Klimt in front of the entrance to his studio at Josefstädter Strasse 21, 1912.

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Para finalizar ficam alguns gatos famosos, por ordem aleatória  e longe de esgotar o tema:

(link)

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Chesire Cat (link)

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O Azrael de Gargamel dos Schtroumpfs (ou Smurfs)

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O Garfield (com o Nermal)

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Há jogos com gatos aqui e até calendários aqui :-)

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Lembro também o Mr. Tinkles de um dos meus filmes preferidos (no género cómico)

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Concluindo:

(link)

Em véspera do dia das bruxas

(daqui)

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“These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.” 

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Virginia Woolf

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(daqui)

Palavras II

(Link)

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"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make words mean so many different things."

"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to be master — that's all."

Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. "They've a temper, some of them — particularly verbs, they're the proudest — adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs — however, I can manage the whole lot of them! Impenetrability! That's what I say!"

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.

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Sob outra lógica II - ou das borboletas e de quem as tenta caçar

M.C. Escher, Butterflies (1950)

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“Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.”

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Robert A. Heinlein

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Carl Spitzweg, The Butterfly Catcher

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«Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of running feet behind me and by a voice which called me by name. I turned, expecting to see Dr. Mortimer, but to my surprise it was a stranger who was pursuing me. He was a small, slim, clean-shaven, prim-faced man, flaxen-haired and leanjawed, between thirty and forty years of age, dressed in a gray suit and wearing a straw hat. A tin box for botanical specimens hung over his shoulder and he carried a green butterfly-net in one of his hands.

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A small fly or moth had fluttered across our path, and in an instant Stapleton was rushing with extraordinary energy and speed in pursuit of it. To my dismay the creature flew straight for the great mire, and my acquaintance never paused for an instant, bounding from tuft to tuft behind it, his green net waving in the air. His gray clothes and jerky, zigzag, irregular progress made him not unlike some huge moth himself. I was standing watching his pursuit with a mixture of admiration for his extraordinary activity and fear lest he should lose his footing in the treacherous mire, when I heard the sound of steps and, turning round, found a woman near me upon the path. (...)»

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A. Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles.

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(link)

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«'Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), 'you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.'

'And what does IT live on?'

'Weak tea with cream in it.'»

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass.

Pensar com outra lógica I

(link)

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«"That's the effect of living backwards," the Queen said kindly: "it always makes one a little giddy at first."

"Living backwards!" Alice repeated in great astonishment. "I never heard of such a thing!"

"But there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways."

"I'm sure mine only works one way," Alice remarked. "I can't remember things before they happen."

"It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards," the Queen remarked.

"What sort of things do you remember best?" Alice ventured to ask.

"Oh, things that happened the week after next," the Queen replied in a careless tone.»

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Lewis Carroll, Glass,_and_What_Alice_Found_There/Chapter_V.

Das portas, do xadrez e da Alice

Peter Newell (1902)

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«She was standing before an arched doorway over which were the words QUEEN ALICE in large letters, and on each side of the arch there was a bell-handle; one was marked "Visitors Bell," and the other "Servants' Bell."

(...)

Alice knocked and rang in vain for a long time, but at last a very old Frog, who was sitting under a tree, got up and hobbled slowly towards her: he was dressed in bright yellow, and had enormous boots on.

"What is it, now?" the Frog said in a deep hoarse whisper.

Alice turned round, ready to find fault with anybody. "Where's the servant whose business it is to answer the door?" she began angrily.

"Which door?" said the Frog.

Alice almost stamped with irritation at the slow drawl in which he spoke. "This door, of course!"

The Frog looked at the door with his large dull eyes for a minute: then he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he were trying whether the paint would come off; then he looked at Alice.

"To answer the door?" he said. "What's it been asking of?" He was so hoarse that Alice could scarcely hear him.

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

"I speaks English, doesn't I?" the Frog went on. "Or are you deaf? What did it ask you?"

"Nothing!" Alice said impatiently. "I've been knocking at it!"

"Shouldn't do that—shouldn't do that—" the Frog muttered. "Wexes it, you know." Then he went up and gave the door a kick with one of his great feet. "You let it alone," he panted out, as he hobbled back to his tree, "and it'll let you alone, you know."

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (link)

(os "negritos" são meus)

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Nell e Robin Dale, Alice Through the Looking Glass Chess Set (1983) - a pensar no meu marido que fez anos no Sábado e gosta de jogar Xadrez... Até eu gostava de ter este!

Imaginário

Annibale Carracci, Virgin and Unicorn (A Virgin with a Unicorn) (1605, Palácio Farnese)

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"This is a child!" Haigha replied eagerly, coming: in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude. "We only found it to-day. It's as large as life, and twice as natural!"

"I always thought they were fabulous monsters!" said the Unicorn. "Is it alive?"

"It can talk," said Haigha, solemnly.

The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said "Talk, child."

Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: "Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before!"

"Well, now that we have seen each other," said the Unicorn, "if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?"

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There.

Neve

Toshi Yoshida, Aspen (1973)

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«"Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about - whenever the wind blows - oh, that's very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so wish it was true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown."»

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There

Escrever ao Pai Natal

Wuanita Smith, Girl and Friends Writing Letters, illustration for The Christmas Letter (c. 1905–1907, Museum of Fine Arts, Boston)

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«Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one can't believe impossible things."

"I daresay you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."»

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There (1871).

... E salgueiros

Travessa (Museu dos Biscainhos)

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«“Look at this,” said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. “Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. (...)»

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J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (1999).

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(link)

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Propriedades mágicas do salgueiro: creatividade, fertilidade, inspiração, amor, protecção, cura. Árvore da imortalidade. (link)

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Willow (filme de 1988)

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«This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.»

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There (1871)

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John Singer Sargent, Two Women Asleep in a Punt under the Willows (1887, Museu Gulbenkian, Lisboa)

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«In one of the gardens grew an elder-tree, and in the other an old willow, under which the children were very fond of playing.»

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Hans Christian Andersen, Under the willow-tree (1853)

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Claude Monet, Water Lilies and Weeping Willow Branches (1916-1919)

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«The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds.

“And?” he said, dreading the answer.

“Well, you know the Whomping Willow,” said Ron. “It — it doesn’t like being hit.”»

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J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (1999).

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Vincent Van Gogh, Public Park with Weeping Willow - The Poet s Garden (1888, Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago)
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«'The trees and the Ents,' said Treebeard. 'I do not understand all that goes on myself, so I cannot explain it to you. Some of us are still true Ents, and lively enough in our fashion, but many are growing sleepy, going tree-ish, as you might say. Most of the trees are just trees, of course; but many are half awake. Some are quite wide awake, and a few are, well, ah, well getting Entish. That is going on all the time. 'When that happens to a tree, you find that some have bad hearts. Nothing to do with their wood: I do not mean that. Why, I knew some good old willows down the Entwash, gone long ago, alas! They were quite hollow, indeed they were falling all to pieces, but as quiet and sweet-spoken as a young leaf. (...)»

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J. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers (1954).

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Camille Corot, Willows and Farmhouses at Saint Catherine les Arras (1871, Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland)

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"I am a willow of the wilderness,

Loving the wind that bent me."

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Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Praia(s)

Luigi Loir, View of the Beach and Casino at Dieppe

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«Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.»

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Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

Tempo III

Man Ray, Clock Wheels (1925)

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«"If you knew Time as well as I do," said the Hatter, "you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him."

"I don't know what you mean," said Alice.

"Of course you don't!" the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. "I dare say you never even spoke to Time!"

"Perhaps not," Alice cautiously replied: "but I know I have to beat time when I learn music."

"Ah! that accounts for it," said the Hatter. "He won't stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!"

("I only wish it was," the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)

"That would be grand, certainly," said Alice thoughtfully: "but then—I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know."

"Not at first, perhaps," said the Hatter: "but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked."

"Is that the way you manage?" Alice asked.

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. "Not I!" he replied. "We quarrelled last March - just before he went mad, you know -" (pointing with his teaspoon at the March Hare,)" - it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing (...).

"Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse," said the Hatter, "when the Queen bawled out, 'He's murdering the time! Off with his head!'"

"How dreadfully savage!" exclaimed Alice. 

"And ever since that," the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, "he won't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now."»

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Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1866).

A Lebre de Março

«The March Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad – at least not so mad as it was in March.»

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Lewis Carroll.

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Gordon Robinson (via A Polar Bear's Tale)

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A Lebre de Março é uma personagem da festa de chá da Alice no País das Maravilhas de Lewis Carroll. A sua origem está na expressão: «Mad as a March hare», que surgiu numa colecção de provérbios de John Heywood (1546). (Link)

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Albrecht Dürer, Young Hare (1502, Graphische Sammlung Albertina, Viena)

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Albrecht Dürer, Hare (1528, Staatliche Museen zu Berlin, Gemäldegalerie, Berlim)

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Karen Davis, Lepus (2012)

Lebre com rodas (Museu dos Biscainhos)

Criatividade

Rudolf Bauer, Invention (Composition 31) (1933, Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum, New York).

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When you are describing, 

A shape, or sound, or tint; 

Don't state the matter plainly, 

But put it in a hint; 

And learn to look at all things, 

With a sort of mental squint.

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Lewis Carroll.

A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky

Pintura de Henri Martin, A Boy with Sailboats.

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A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky

A boat beneath a sunny sky,

Lingering onward dreamily

In an evening of July --

Children three that nestle near,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Pleased a simple tale to hear --

Long has paled that sunny sky:

Echoes fade and memories die:

Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,

Alice moving under skies

Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,

Eager eye and willing ear,

Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,

Dreaming as the days go by,

Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream --

Lingering in the golden dream --

Life, what is it but a dream?

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THE END 

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Lewis Carroll.

Espelho I

 Pintura de Johann von Bremen, Sunday Best (1865).

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«I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is "Who in the world am I?" Ah, that's the great puzzle!».

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Lewis Carroll (1865).