Natal

Afinal ainda há surpresas. E das boas. Sorte a minha!

Do not go gentle into that good night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

de Dylan Thomas para a Tia Poejo

Alice

"But I don't want to go among mad people", Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that", said the Cat: "we are all mad here. I'm mad. You are mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice
"You must be", said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."

com os devidos agradecimentos a R e E.

Amanhã é dia 17...

...e a Viviane vai estar em concerto no CCB.
E tu, Doc. Jivago?

Do lado de Swann

Tudo o que já tinha lido ou ouvido falar sobre «Em busca do tempo perdido» se resume apenas à primeira vintena de folhas do primeiro dos livros. É lamentável que assim o seja e que se transforme uma preciosidade em dois ou três lugares-comuns. A acuidade da observação/descrição está longe de ser aborrecida. A mim diverte-me e deleita-me. Lerei certamente os restantes.

Bergman(mania)

Skammen (1968).

Trollflöjten (1975).

...mais dois. Ou menos dois.

Bem-vinda Alice!