pulcrícomo

pulcrícomo
(latim pulcher, -cra, -crum, bonito + grego kóme, -es, cabelo)

adj.

Poét. Que tem formosa cabeleira.

Talvez tenha sido isso que o tenha salvo. Pelo menos para já...

Ao Sábado: un agitateur

“Je voudrais être un agitateur pour les réguliers, et parvenir à ce qu’on laissât s’exprimer les irréguliers.”
- Michel Foucault 

Ao Sábado: la conversation

Brooklyn Decker

“Le plus grand mérite d’une poésie, c’est d’être bien placée dans la conversation.”
- Marcel Pagnol

Hausnarketa (*)

(*) estou em reflexão, a vontade de escrever até é bastante, mas o tempo esse... Espero que apreciem alguns posts, como este, que aí se aproximam...

"Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders."

~ William Faulkner

Sunday Morning: Hemingway

Dree Hemingway - Numéro #121 by Sofia Sanchez & Mauro Mongiello, March 2011

"C’est quand on est vaincu qu’on devient chrétien."
- Ernest Hemingway L’adieu aux armes 

Ao Sábado: Smoke

“I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and the time to sit and smoke. And I looked at the pen and I thought, what the hell am I grabbing this for? Why am I trying to become what I don’t want to be … when all I want is out there, waiting for me the minute I say I know who I am.””

- excerpted from Act II of Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman

Ao Sábado: Les raccords

“Ce qui est beau au cinéma, ce sont les raccords, c’est par les joints que pénètre la poésie.”

- Robert Bresson

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

Ao Sábado: Each other dreams...

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“Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others’ dreams.”

- Fernando Pessoa

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

After bath

"Variability is one of the virtues of a woman. It avoids the crude requirement of polygamy. So long as you have one good wife you are sure to have a spiritual harem."
~ G.K. Chesterton

Saturday Morning

“Il n’ya pas de moyen plus sûr pour parvenir dans ce monde que de coucher avec la femme d’un homme puissant.”
- Charles Nodier

Uma leve brisa

A brisa fria que me refresca
Onde o mesmo instinto que me aflora
A brisa quente que me atiça
De meu maior desejo que vai embora

(Autor desconhecido)

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

Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman

Procurando no meu baú de memórias encontrei isto:

Aos 10 anos foi o mais próximo que estive de ver uma mulher nua. E que bom que foi...

Nota: Só depois de ter feito este post é que reparei num outro, bem melhor do excelente blog Ecos Imprevistos (que ocasionalmente me honra com a sua passagem aqui pelo tasco). 
Vá, vão ler o excelente artigo Wonder Woman... de regresso na TV!

The perfect Sunday Morning

"There are better things ahead than any we leave behind."
- C.S. Lewis

The Spring

A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.  
- Jane Fonda