Roger Waters and THE WALL

Esperando pela hora do show!
Waiting for the concert!

Outono chegando! Fall is coming!

Nada como esperar o outono com Eric Clapton cantando  Autumn leaves
Waiting for Fall to come with Eric Clapton singing Autumn Leaves  :)

Sunset

A natureza é uma obra de arte em movimento!
Nature is a work of art always on the move!

Ode aos trens / Ode to trains

Por que sumiram com os trens no Brasil? Por que temos que sofrer horas e horas em estradas (algumas não tão bem feitas) em vez de tranquilamente viajarmos de trem?
What happened to train lines in Brazil?

Parece calmo / it seems a quiet road

com  vista pastoril/ with countryside view

árvores/ trees and bushes

MAS / BUT

Não se engane/ don't get fooled

é um inferno / it is hell

sem parar/ ever and ever

todos os tipos de veículos/all kinds of  vehicles




QUERO OS TRENS DE VOLTA!
I WANT MY TRAINS BACK 1111
WAKE UP BRAZIL

Farol / Lighthouse

Sempre gostei de faróis, solitários iluminando o tenebroso mar, servindo de guia para grandes aventureiros.
Quando criança, lendo  o Tesouro da Juventude, lamentava que o Farol de Alexandria já não existisse mais.

Mas há ainda milhares de faróis cumprindo o seu destino  e como homenagem, a poesia de  Longfellow

The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, and on its outer point, some miles away, the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this distance I can see the tides, Upheaving, break unheard along its base, A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides in the white tip and tremor of the face. And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright, through the deep purple of the twilight air, Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light, with strange, unearhly splendor in the glare! No one alone: from each projecting cape And perilous reef along the ocean's verge, Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape, Holding its lantern o'er the restless surge. Like the great giant Christopher it stands Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave, Wading far out among the rocks and sands, The night o'er taken mariner to save. And the great ships sail outward and return Bending and bowing o'er the billowy swells, And ever joyful, as they see it burn They wave their silent welcome and farewells. They come forth from the darkness, and their sails Gleam for a moment only in the blaze, And eager faces, as the light unveils Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze. The mariner remembers when a child, on his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink And when returning from adventures wild, He saw it rise again o'er ocean's brink. Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same, Year after year, through all the silent night Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame, Shines on that inextinguishable light! It sees the ocean to its bosum clasp The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace: It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp, And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece. The startled waves leap over it; the storm Smites it with all the scourges of the rain, And steadily against its solid form press the great shoulders of the hurricane. The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din of wings and winds and solitary cries, Blinded and maddened by the light within, Dashes himself against the glare, and dies. A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock, Still grasping in his hand the fire of love, it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock, but hails the mariner with words of love. "Sail on!" it says: "sail on, ye stately ships! And with your floating bridge the ocean span; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse. Be yours to bring man neared unto man. The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  Since childhood  when I was told the story of  the great Lighthouse of Alexandria,  lighthouses in general have enchanted me.  The poem above is my homage to them.

Stargate

Sempre adorei filmes e livros de ficção científica. Stargate - tanto o filme, quanto a série - continua sendo um dos meus preferidos. E esta paixão enlouquecida teve um preço no Natal.
Eis que me encontro no Cassino no Conrad em Punta del Este e lá está ele: uma máquina caça níquel com a cara do Stargate.
Moral da história, meu dinheiro deve ter entrado pelo "portão das estrelas"e foi parar nesta mesma dimensão no bolso de outros :)

My love for scifi movies and books, specially Stargate, made me pay a price. I couldn't resist the slot machines with Jack O'Neill's face and the others and, of course, my money  was transported or gated not to another dimension, but to another owner :)

A Natureza Vence / Nature wins

Uma árvore entre rochas. Apesar de ela estar sem folhas - a foto foi tirada em inverno rigoroso - árvore e rochas se completam, harmoniosamente na natureza.

A caminho de Petra

Nature works in wonderful ways: rocks and tree together facing a rigorous winter!

Natureza perto de nós/ Nature close to us

Luzes da natureza


The poetry of the earth is never dead.  ~John Keats/ (a poesia da Terra nunca está morta)

How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!  ~Emily Dickinson, letter to Mrs. J.S. Cooper, 1880 ( É estranho que a Natureza jamais bate à porta, e mesmo assim nunca é uma invasora)

Someone to watch over me

Tempo

Cortar o tempo

Quem teve a idéia de cortar o tempo em fatias,
a que se deu o nome de ano,
foi um indivíduo genial.

Industrializou a esperança, fazendo-a funcionar no limite da exaustão.

Doze meses dão para qualquer ser humano se cansar e entregar os pontos.
Aí entra o milagre da renovação e tudo começa outra vez, com outro número e outra vontade de acreditar que daqui pra diante vai ser diferente

Carlos Drummond de Andrade

Time Is by Henry Van Dyke

Time is
Too Slow for those who Wait,
Too Swift for those who Fear,
Too Long for those who Grieve,
Too Short for those who Rejoice;
But for those who Love,
Time is not.