Saudade
" με κάνει πιο δυνατό
"
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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Beni Beni öldürmeyen güçlendiriyor
" 
"Lo not kill me makes me more safe " " everything I It makes me stronger kills "
Wednesday 2o April 2011
Wednesday 2o of April 2011
Τετάρτη 20 Απριλίου 2011
2o April 2 011
Wednesday Quarta-Feira 20 Abril de 2011 ___IMATGE DEL DIA___
"Deceptions facial ..."
(Il.lustració: Enric)
Life GETTING STARTED her sweetly throbbing everyday moisture and color tiles and dilapidated houses of fronts that contain, within its walls, whispers and shout, footprints of lives and deaths of those generations now in old age.
The path of Mira Figueira da Foz raises the memory of remote shortcuts almost Czechs who visited was already too many years ago.
Wednesday 2o April 2011
Wednesday 2o of April 2011
Τετάρτη 20 Απριλίου 2011
2o April 2 011
Wednesday Quarta-Feira 20 Abril de 2011 ___IMATGE DEL DIA___
"Deceptions facial ..."
(Il.lustració: Enric)
___Saudade___ A sudden bang. Nothing and everything are exactly that-nothing all the space in mind. I see distant sirens ... ... and waves on vessels departing somamdo auction is unfathomable infinite. light volume that gives the trivial things, walls and fences cats fleeing crowned with crystals and botelhas routes.
Life GETTING STARTED her sweetly throbbing everyday moisture and color tiles and dilapidated houses of fronts that contain, within its walls, whispers and shout, footprints of lives and deaths of those generations now in old age.
The path of Mira Figueira da Foz raises the memory of remote shortcuts almost Czechs who visited was already too many years ago.
There, amid the little postal fond of disorders one morning reporting a smell of saltpetre near sea imperceptible but obviously that left immediately come sliding into the village a dense fog of language. Few men positioned at the door of the tavern waiting for the green primero wines of the day.
Wood always wet, mud, slippers, esparto and flushed cheeks. Any other position that the sale of vegetables and fruits solamente few at a time when they, arrived on the island of Madeira (mangos, bananas and guavas) begin their maturation and harvest there,
far . There
pharmacy, church, susodita house wines and drunks as well as certain private businesses for sale rents linen woven by wise women, considered by the aristocracy of cities as part of the community guys.
In teberna smoke pervades everything, and prays a cartel yellowish impairs health but, paradoxically, while the tone for this old lady with a cane and orange stockings that sustains the commissure of the lips a giant half consume SG : It's kind madame, say
sharp tongues. Mira's gang undeterred even as manmade miraria ruminating lambs: putrid mouths chewing tobacco spit on the floor which then paved over the graves of the little ladiestime Salazar, so
recalled. And,occasionally, tape your eyes sideways to Through the filthy window and
vigila the people who walk near the gate of gloomy Cafe Saudade.
Sitting on a marble coffee table and enjoying my vino Gazelle see the tremadeira unstoppable in the hands of poor John, the nutty people who chew the seeds of sunflowers, the eyes of Clytie, a sad and dark corner the counter crowded with more than bowls used.
are also the irrepressible itch shorn pubis in Lola, the girl's shaved pussy without razor and foam, and the pruned pussy ravaged with iron and fire
the neighborhood. Your smile is always showing sketch with loathing, full of resentment for paying toothless entire people of hateful hardiness, which blossom like ghosts in the night and when he dreams. Her lips are not to kill and want to see without vie: life is a daily pile of shit ... People, things, furniture and souls apart particular the terms can feel certain vibrations of those strings of Antanas. His fingers silver (hooks today
and its brushed metal and wood pulps of the Portuguese guitar in the memories of that night club in Coimbra. Today his trembling hands to the beat of the nerves go away by the depression seeing themselves prey to alcohol and wine glasses infamous support in the same way that Socrates did with dilapidated hemlocks. Finally, another nostalgic and genuine corpse of the land. 
Solomon lives in the darkest of darks in the tavern Saudade. Feel the cries of the gangsters and also the historical Pequenho stones, kidney stones and pebbles of society. Capsizes up the minutiae of gin and tonic as you crack a smile out Humprey Bogart Lusitanian a half-bowl, always letting the smoke of cigarettes offered. Cancer among their smiles again and yellowish teeth each night, when vapors of ethyl already come to the roof and beset the minds of the farmers, Solomon, exercising its job of grabbing some peitaça
caravanserai. Miniature lamps giving opportunities to a minimum saint in a niche appearing bent glass: indeed, as a TV transcentalidade atavistic planted in the open, always wet when it does not end there under the sun parched summer unrepentant. Caireles a white facade and blue. Strange birds pecking at the blinding light of a distant lighthouse, there where the waves break on the rocks: black neck that merges beyond horizons. Dryness in the larynx, a secular echo short, sharp noise: part a new vessel. 
Solomon lives in the darkest of darks in the tavern Saudade. Feel the cries of the gangsters and also the historical Pequenho stones, kidney stones and pebbles of society. Capsizes up the minutiae of gin and tonic as you crack a smile out Humprey Bogart Lusitanian a half-bowl, always letting the smoke of cigarettes offered. Cancer among their smiles again and yellowish teeth each night, when vapors of ethyl already come to the roof and beset the minds of the farmers, Solomon, exercising its job of grabbing some peitaça parroquiano ending in the mud with his bloody face after the rain of punches and beatings of swagger. A cold damp and sticky that futum sardines. Fog that swallows roads and occupies space. Calm caravans of trucks flee as camels
inhóspitos
If the waves add up in my infinite longing and infinite horizons in die puddle of gasoline burning: the future of these burnings will miss, unfailingly, neras mortuary columns of smoke. 
Amen NDA. "Be , aqueste, a small and vivid tribute to the Portuguese-speaking friends who are
In a fleeting star / De una estrella huidiza They speak of us, my love
r / Hablan of nosotros, love mío Do you know the alleys /
From who know the streets E memory das janelas
/ And the memory of the windows anchored sol-pôr not
/ moored at sunset
Do you Cristais that sabem / they know
crystals Das paix diagonais / diagonal of the passions "
Sing Mísia
Composição of
João Monge e Miguel Ramos . . .
and also to those friends and accomplices, to this writer.
also wants to be a sense of gratitude to the people who gave me strength in moments and fucked
a little
of encouragement to continue my progress. Thanks, likewise, to all great singers, writers, poets and artists who made me dream, travel, feel and love this beautiful language so that incipient, beginning to explore. So, humbly hope your understanding and goodwill. Naturally, any suggestion or correction is welcome. "
___Paixões Diagonais___ " From talking to dawn / What
habla la dawnThe murmur on the sidewalk / El whisper en la calzada
Silences liquor / Los silences liquor
In a fleeting star / De una estrella huidiza They speak of us, my love
r / Hablan of nosotros, love mío Do you know the alleys /
From who know the streets E memory das janelas
/ And the memory of the windows anchored sol-pôr not
/ moored at sunset
Do you Cristais that sabem / they know
crystals Das paix diagonais / diagonal of the passions "
Sing Mísia
Composição of
João Monge e Miguel Ramos . . .
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