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Constatação de 2009

Sou muito feliz.

Feliz Natal

Vamos esmiuçar bem o Natal. Boas festas para todos.

Brutus the Bear

Se há coisas extraordinárias no mundo, esta é uma delas.

The Swell Season

Glenn Hansard e Markéta Irglová juntos são The Swell Season. Depois do sucesso conseguido com a premiada banda sonora de Once, filme de John Carney também com a participação dos dois músicos, chega até nós Strict Joy.

In These Arms

Use the truth as a weapon
To beat up all your friends
Every chink in the armor
An excuse to cause offense
And the boys from the hallways
Calling out your name
And true love will find them in the end

You were restless
I was somewhere less secure
So I went running to the rope
And so now this
The long list of places I was
I quit my rambling and I came home

Cause maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms

Use your saints
And your mantra
And your things to keep you calm
If you stay without a soul
It's gonna do you harm
There's a voice singing loudly on the radio
Just for you
And good fortune will find him in the end

Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms
Maybe I was born to hold you in these arms

Há ainda um vídeo excelente para um não menos conseguido Low Rising.

One of these things first

As palavras são escolha criteriosa de Nick Drake, vestidas das vozes de Piers Faccini e Camille.



I could have been a sailor, could have been a cook
A real live lover, could have been a book.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be
Here and now
I would be, I should be
But how?
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been your pillar, could have been your door
I could have stayed beside you, could have stayed for more.
Could have been your statue, could have been your friend,
A whole long lifetime could have been the end.
I could be yours so true
I would be, I should be through and through
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

I could have been a whistle, could have been a flute
A real live giver, could have been a boot.
I could have been a signpost, could have been a clock
As simple as a kettle, steady as a rock.
I could be even here
I would be, I should be so near
I could have been
One of these things first
I could have been
One of these things first.

92 Anos

Quero chegar assim à sua idade, como a vejo todos os dias. Com sapiência, tolerância, espírito crítico, humor, presença e principalmente com aquela palavra que diz no momento certo, na hora exacta, que nos suporta e nos faz tomar as decisões mais sábias. Ainda só vivi 28 dos seus 92 anos, 64 deles conheço-os pelas fotografias escassas guardadas nos sacos rotos antigos e pela riqueza das histórias guardadas na sua memória, que ganham vida nas palavras que profere de uma forma tão intensa. Todos os dias consigo encontrar mais uma razão para admirá-la mais um pouco, não é difícil. Quero seguir os seus passos, quero aprender mais consigo, quero que saiba que quero ter 92 anos e ser como a avó.


Parabéns.

Eles fazem uma ilha

A alegria de São Tomé. Os sorrisos contagiantes que ainda hoje estão comigo.