segunda-feira, 18 de novembro de 2013
" (...) tu que com sono a glabra ilha lavras
e com o sonho avidamente a usas
na dura arquitectura das palavras
tu que tudo te dura das palavras."
Poemas com cinema [de Ainda não é o fim nem o princípio do Mundo calma é apenas um pouco tarde], org. Joana Matos Frias, Luís Miguel Queirós e Rosa Maria Martelo, Assírio & Alvim, Lisboa, 2010.
Publicada por leonor à(s) 21:09
domingo, 17 de novembro de 2013
domingo, 10 de novembro de 2013
sexta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2013
To our neighbors:
What a beautiful fall! Everything shimmering and golden and all that incredible soft light. Water surrounding us.
Lou and I have spent a lot of time here in the past few years, and even though we’re city people this is our spiritual home.
Last week I promised Lou to get him out of the hospital and come home to Springs. And we made it!
Lou was a tai chi master and spent his last days here being happy and dazzled by the beauty and power and softness of nature. He died on Sunday morning looking at the trees and doing the famous 21 form of tai chi with just his musician hands moving through the air.
Lou was a prince and a fighter and I know his songs of the pain and beauty in the world will fill many people with the incredible joy he felt for life. Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.
Publicada por leonor à(s) 00:02