tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411369249382655273.post1794103796595354278..comments2023-08-23T23:12:10.113+01:00Comments on Navegar é preciso: "So Long"almagrandehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032557410433050756noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411369249382655273.post-39809899354473882372008-12-07T18:17:00.000+00:002008-12-07T18:17:00.000+00:00A propósito da pintura de Diego Rivera lembro tamb...A propósito da pintura de Diego Rivera lembro também Frida Kalo, um casal fascinante, ela doente quase toda a vida, depois de um gravíssimo acidente ainda muito nova, tiveram no entanto o seu tempo e construiram um ideal de modernidade, de fogosidade criativa onde a arte e a vida se confundem. O sofrimento e a felicidade, alternativa incontornável da vida.<BR/>Um abraço.h venturahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11547200300497713503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411369249382655273.post-84020261169916883252008-12-06T16:04:00.000+00:002008-12-06T16:04:00.000+00:00Perder quem amamos desta forma, na pessoa do Migue...Perder quem amamos desta forma, na pessoa do Miguel em particular, terá que significar algo mais, bem mais do que a perda.<BR/>São estes os anjos que nos guiam, seguem na frente para nos ensinarem o caminho... são "Almas Grandes!..."<BR/>Um abraço forte a todos, sentimos muito.António Cândidohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03303978132656823075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4411369249382655273.post-42002056438994829982008-12-04T11:37:00.000+00:002008-12-04T11:37:00.000+00:00Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Preven...Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, <BR/>Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, <BR/>Silence the pianos and with muffled drum <BR/>Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. <BR/>Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead <BR/>Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, <BR/>Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, <BR/>Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. <BR/>He was my North, my South, my East and West, <BR/>My working week and my Sunday rest, <BR/>My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; <BR/>I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong. <BR/>The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; <BR/>Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; <BR/>Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood, <BR/>For nothing now can ever come to any good." <BR/><BR/>W H Audenjoao madail veigahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17071139185463277392noreply@blogger.com