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domingo, 24 de setembro de 2023
Os relógios Linde Werdelin no Relógios & Canetas online
Meditações - every time the clock on the wall chimes
It's half past midnight, going on tomorrow
Baby can you stay a while
There's lots more moonlight, coming through my window
And you're no longer just a child
When midnight comes you're just like Cinderella
Though the night has just begun
I looked at my watch but I didn't want to tell ya
I knew that you'd wanna run
(Cinderella run)
Same thing, every time the clock on the wall chimes,
you say
It's late even though the night is young, must go,
Can't stay
*repeat*
Cinderella run
sábado, 23 de setembro de 2023
A miséria do tempo português - cantar de galo com relógio de sol à sombra
O património relojoeiro público nacional permanece ao abandono. No Palácio da Ajuda, continua à sombra uma estátua que é um relógio de sol. E a Torre do Galo, com os seus quatro mostradores despidos de ponteiros encontra.se num impasse há muitas décadas.
Já escrevemos abundantemente sobre isto - os países ricos encomendam, constroem, mantêm, restauram, estimam, Os países pobres armados em ricos, constroem para além das suas posses e.... mais nada. O Tempo encarrega-se depois de transformar tudo em ruinas.
Janela para o passado - há 64 anos - criação da Corporação da Imprensa e Artes Gráficas
Legislação de 23 de Setembro de 1959, criando a Corporação da Imprensa e Artes Gráficas
Meditações - Outono
Time After Time
After Cyndi Lauper
I’m in the barricade hearing the clock thickening you.
Autumn encircles a
confusion that’s nothing new.
Flash back to warring eyes almost letting me drown.
Out of which, a picture of me walking in a foreign head.
I can’t hear what
you said. Then you say: Cold room,
the second that life unwinds. A tinctured vase returns
to grass. Secrets doled out deep inside a drum beat out
of time. Whatever
you said was ghostly slow like
a second hand unwinding by match light. Lying back
to the wheel, I shirked confusion. You already knew.
Suitcases
surround me. You picture me too far ahead.
Yet I can’t hear what you’ve said. You say: Doldrums,
some secondhand wine. Love, you knew my precincts.
The stone house
turned out black, the scenic tunics
were deep inside. Who said home? Oh, I fall behind.
That very secret height blinds. Lying like a diamond,
the
cock-thickening of you: hunchbacked arms, eyes
left behind. You’ll picture me walking far, far ahead.
I hear what you’ve done. You said: Go slow. I feebly
bleed out.
Matthew’s sermon turned out to be glass.
I wander in windows soft as Sour Patch. No rewind.
But something is out of touch and you, you’re Sinbad.
That second date
totally mine. Lying in a vacuum,
the thickening plot thinks of you. The future’s not new.
touchdown. Lights. All those celebrity behinds.
A suitcase full
of weeds. You picture me coming to.
You: too close to me to hear what you’ve already said.
Then you say: The second wind unwinds. Doves whistle,
halving their
dovely backs, watching out windows to see
if I’m okay. See it, the dulcet moment? I’m like thicket
tinkering for you. Fusion nothing you knew. Flash back
to
seagull-beguiled eyes. Sometimes talking to a barren
lad. Such music so unbearably droll. The hand is mine.
Random picture frames off the darkness. A Turing machine?
Scotch-taping
through windows, stolen from deep inside
rum-beaded thyme. You say also: Behind sequins & hinds .
. .
And I’m in the barricade hearing the clock thickening you.
Clematis
enclosures, walking with news, pollinated by a
secondary grief, while something reminds you of our love.
sexta-feira, 22 de setembro de 2023
Janela para o passado - Educação Física em Portugal, 1922
in revista Alma Nova, Maio - Junho de 1922
quinta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2023
Janela para o passado - armas, estandarte, bandeira e selo da Corporação da Imprensa e Artes Gráficas
Legislação de 15 de Junho de 1963
O verão já terminou
Como tudo o que acaba
Como pedra rolando duma fraga
Como fumo subindo no ar
Assim estou quase indiferente
Caminhando sem mais notar a gente
Que por mim vejo passar
O verão já terminou
Foi um sonho que findou
Não interessa mais pensar
Assim deixo esta tristeza
Vogando embalado na certeza
Que o verão há-de voltar
E o verão que sonho perto
Vai trazer para mim eu sei de certo
Aquilo que este agora veio tirar
quarta-feira, 20 de setembro de 2023
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