sábado, 16 de junho de 2012
domingo, 13 de maio de 2012
sábado, 21 de abril de 2012
"Cruzeiro a Tróia"
Três fotos de um excelente fim de semana a bordo do "Breeze", em cruzeiro pacífico de Lisboa a Tóia. Grande confraternização e muito bom entendimento entre a tripulação, em que a descontração e o relax foram o mote. Em termos de navegações, o melhor estava reservado para o regresso, qundo o vento rondou para NW a permitir uma bolina de grande luxo até ao Bugio. Um agradecimento muito especial aos armadores da embarcação por esta bela prenda da Páscoa.
domingo, 15 de abril de 2012
sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2012
quarta-feira, 28 de março de 2012
"Only a fool..."
"There are only two colors to paint a boat, black or white, and only a fool would paint a boat black." Nathanael G. Herreshoff
segunda-feira, 26 de março de 2012
"Ria"
Filme dos anos trinta em que é possível ver, a partir do oitavo minuto, imagens curiosas da nossa Ria nesses tempos.
quinta-feira, 15 de março de 2012
"Da nossa Ria"
Lugre bacalhoeiro em construção no Bico da Murtosa, possivelmente o "Maria das Flores"
Fotografias avulsas, coligidas por José Moreira.
sábado, 10 de março de 2012
domingo, 4 de março de 2012
"Bluebird"
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pur whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Charles Bukowski
sábado, 25 de fevereiro de 2012
terça-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2012
sábado, 18 de fevereiro de 2012
quinta-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2012
sábado, 21 de janeiro de 2012
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sábado, 7 de janeiro de 2012
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