26 de setembro de 2008

"Le temps couvert" de Desclozeaux

Escrever é ter a companhia
do outro de nós que escreve.

Virgílio Ferreira
Julho 2007

21 de setembro de 2008

"Le courant Humboldt" de Max Ernst

Sisters of Mercy

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh I hope you run into them, you who've been travelling so long.

Yes you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I've been where you're hanging, I think I can see how you're pinned:
When you're not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you've sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them soon.
Don't turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won't make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right,
We weren't lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

Leonard Cohen

Happybirthday, Mr. Cohen!

13 de setembro de 2008


Tudo nos vem dos outros...
Ser é pertencer a alguém.

Jean Paul Sartre
Abril 1999

6 de setembro de 2008

"L' étoile matinale" de Juan Miró

Como é que encontrava todas as minhas ideias para quadros? Pois bem, à noite, já tarde, voltava ao meu atelier na rua Blomet e deitava-me, às vezes, sem sequer ter jantado.
Tinha sensações que anotava no meu caderno.

Via aparecer formas no tecto.

Juan Miró
in "Miró"
Janeiro 2008