A Crucifixação

“Our crucifixes exhibit the pain, but they veil, perhaps necessarily, the obscenity: but the death of the God-Man was both.”
― Charles Williams

Extra! Extra! Vilas Boas de biquini!

Calma pessoal! Não estou a falar do André Villas-Boas, treinador, se era isso que vinhas à procura lamento. O jornal Record está a levar a cabo (eh lá...) a votação "Miss Fanática Record" aproveito para apresentar uma das candidatas, Sara Vilas Boas. É uma boa candidata sem dúvida, não fosse ela uma leoa!

Sara Vilas Boas, candidata Miss Fanática Record

O butim Sportinguista

Rui Patrício "rouba" eliminatória ao Manchester City

butim

(francês butin)

s. f.

1. Conjunto de bens tomados ao inimigo. = DESPOJO, ESPÓLIO, PRESA

2. Produto de roubo. = PILHAGEM

3. O que se ganha. = LUCRO, PROVEITO

Confrontar: botim

Um Inverno rigoroso

É que nem consigo pensar em fazer mais nada, que não seja ficar em casa no fim de semana. [Apesar de ter uma vontade louca de experimentar este "brinquedo"]

Ao Sábado: Secrets

"There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told."
— Edgar Allan Poe

Ao Sábado: Serenata à chuva

"L'amour que l'on nous vante comme la cause de nos plaisirs n'en est au plus que le prétexte."

-  Pierre Choderlos de Laclos    Lettre

The Unofficial end of Summer

“Acho fascinante que a maioria das pessoas planeie as férias com mais cuidado do que as suas vidas. Talvez porque fugir é mais fácil que mudar.”
(Jim Rohn)

Life’s a Beach

After a sluggish spring here in New York, I am enjoying a whiff of summer!

Whale Beach House (Whale Beach, Australia)

Paraty House (outside of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)

Beach House in Las Arenas (Lima, Peru)

North Beach House (Washington state, United States)

Screened House (Fire Island, New York)

A woman's heart

"To get to a woman's heart, a man must first use his own."
~ Mike Dobbertin

Sunday morning: Reason for time

“The only reason for time is so that everything doesn’t happen at once.”
- Albert Einstein

Ao Sábado: This was the begining...

"Tout est permis en dedans."

-  Louis-Ferdinand Céline | Voyage au bout de la nuit

Ás Sextas: Set Me Free

The Sand Band: "Set Me Free"

A broken heart
Is like a broken door
You gotta fix it straight the way
Or it won't work no more

From the start
You were my giding light
Now I'm in the dark
There's nothing left inside

So I'll wait for love to shine on me
I'll wait for love to set me free

You lost your faith in me
I lost my faith in you
We lost our faith in love
That's when you know it's true

And everything you found
Is now a distant sound
And you made your bed
So you must lay down

I'll wait for love to shine on me
I''l wait for love to come and set me free
I'll wait for you to find the strength to be
Who you really are, not who they want you to be
Not who they want you to be
Not who they want you to be

Lake Monona

“Toute culture naît du mélange, de la rencontre, des chocs. A l’inverse, c’est de l’isolement que meurent les civilisations.”

- Octavio Paz

Les Travaux et les jours

     “L’envie a le teint livide et les discours calomnieux.”

 - Hésiode Les Travaux et les jours

Ao Sábado: The French Style

             “Rien ne rend méchant comme le malheur. Voyez les prudes.”
      - Stendhal

Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Maya Angelou

Write me down in history

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

Maya Angelou

Ao Sábado: Em japonês também nos entendemos...

Porque hoje não me apetece pensar muito, já contemplar... Chama-se Yuuri Morishita e é uma Modelo Japonesa. Pormenor importante: tem 25 anos.

Mais aqui, enjoy.

Rue des Plantes, Paris, 1950

Photo by Todd Webb, 1950

“Ou le luxe est l’effet des richesses, ou il les rend nécessaires ; il corrompt à la fois le riche et le pauvre, l’un par la possession, l’autre par la convoitise.”

 
- Jean-Jacques Rousseau | Du contrat social  

Na Luz saúda-se assim...

Nuno Gomes a fazer a histórica saudação. Só lhe falta jogar com o número 88.