18/11/15

© Liga Amigos Jardim Botânico | 100 Anos 100 Árvores

A paz não é nada que venha de fora. É uma imensa construção para a qual fomos feitos e que começa exactamente no coração de cada um. Nós somos responsáveis pela nossa paz e pela paz no mundo.

António Alçada Baptista

14/11/15

13/11/15

© Tiago Figueiredo | Nepal


Se viajar fosse fácil, hoje tirava o dia para subir ao topo de uma montanha.

Tiago Figueiredo

11/11/15


Depeche Mode | Songs of Faith and Devotion, 1993

09/11/15

"Mev-lut!"

It was a voice full of love, the voice of someone who had read the letters he'd sent during his military service, a trusting voice. Mevlut remembered those letters now, hundreds of them, each written with genuine love and desire; he remembered how he had devoted his entire being to winning over that beautiful girl, and the scenes of hapiness he'd conjured in his mind. Now, at last, he'd managed to get the girl. He couldn't see much, but in that magical night, he drew like a sleepwalker toward the sound of her voice.
...
© Philippe Halsman

...
Mevlut got out and walked toward the back in the darkness. As he was shutting the door on the girl, there was a flash of linhtning, and for a moment, the sky, the mountains, the rocks, the trees - everything around him - lit up like a distant memory. For the first time, Mevlut got a proper look at the face of the woman he was to spend a lifetime with.

He would remember the utter strangeness of thar moment for the rest of his life.

Orhan Pamuk, in A Strangeness in My Mind

05/11/15

© Alípio Padilha | Zola Jesus - Musicbox Lisboa, 03.11.2015

Regressa em pensamento ao concerto onde a música explodia...

Adam Zagajewski 

04/11/15

© Dean Chalkley | Dave Gahan

“In the darkness is where I find all my ideas of redemption, knowing and understanding.”

Dave Gahan

03/11/15

 © Martin Parr / Magnum Photos, 1975


Só de vez em quando os seus pensamentos perdiam-se num nevoeiro de suave melancolia.

Robert Musil

01/11/15


Dave Gahan & Soulsavers | The Light The Dead See, 2012


...
The light grows, a white flower.
It becomes very intense, like music.
...

Frank Stanford, in The Light the Dead See