“Breathless” Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

It’s up in the morning and on the downs
Little white clouds like gambolling lambs
And I am breathless over you
And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
His throat it trembles when he sings
For he is helpless before you
The happy hooded bluebells bow
And bend their heads all a-down
Heavied by the early morning dew
At the whispering stream, at the bubbling brook
The fishes leap up to take a look
For they are breathless over you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your mind
Still your soul
For still, the fare of love is true
And I am breathless without you
The wind circles among the trees
And it bangs about the new-made leaves
For it is breathless without you
The fox chases the rabbit round
The rabbit hides beneath the ground
For he is defenceless without you
The sky of daytime dies away
And all the earthly things they stop to play
For we are all breathless without you
I listen to my juddering bones
The blood in my veins and the wind in my lungs
And I am breathless without you
Still your hands
And still your heart
For still your face comes shining through
And all the morning glows anew
Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you

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A inspiração nas pequenas coisas…

Matt Lambros é um fotógrafo com um gosto especial por edifícios antigos. As suas fotos de Teatros abandonados nos E.U.A. são excelentes, fazem-me lembrar pinturas, cheias de cores que se misturam até tornar a imagem numa profusão de cores e formas indistintas e impressionantes. Afinal as antiguidades também têm o seu encanto.

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“In a Dark Time” by Theodore Roethke

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood–
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.

What’s madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day’s on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall,
That place among the rocks–is it a cave,
Or winding path? The edge is what I have. read more

Exposição Pública e Redes Sociais, com grande poder vem grande responsabilidade

Eu quis saber o que era esta coisa toda do Social Media e o que fazer com ele. E hoje decidi criar dois perfis, em duas aplicações tão diferentes que ao início fiquei aqui a moer o juizo se seria mesmo boa opção. A primeira chama-se LinkedIn e a segunda Twitter. E sim, eu sei que todos nós sabemos o que isto é, ou temos uma ideia mais ou menos definida do que deve ser, ou mesmo não fazemos a mais pequena ideia, mas sabemos que há um sem número de pessoas que usam e aconselham. E outras tantas que se registaram mas não usam. E ainda muitas outras que acham que esses sites são o diabo em forma de página de internet.

Pessoalmente, descobri que só depois de experimentar é que se consegue ter uma visão ampla do que estas páginas são, e para que servem. E quando digo utilizar, não me refiro a ver os perfis dos outros, ou a ler as instruções da “coisa” ou mesmo a procurar opiniões sobre a utilidade dessas páginas. Quando falo em utilizar, refiro-me mesmo a entrar na página, criar um perfil e pesquisar as funcionalidades do monstro. read more

Awesome!!

Each and every one of us is Awesome. If you doubt it, you can start by thinking in all those things that you thought you couldn’t do. In those moments when you thought you wouldn’t be able to go through the day. Those nights of pain induced restlessness. Those situations that were pure living and breathing hell.

And after that? Do think on the day after. After you fall and started to pick yourself up. After being in so much pain that healing is the only way to go. When overwhelmed by something that you became open to new realities. After being swamped in the mud hole and climbed back up. read more