Tuesday, January 11, 2005
O substituto dos sinos
E assim se passsam os Domingos na Roménia...
Lavagem de Tapetes
Agosto...30 graus...
Nesta aldeia algures nos Carpatos presenciei algo que equivale aos belos dos picnics portugas nas nossas praias aos domingos...um ritual familiar que engloba desde o ancião da tribe ao mais pequeno caçula..
Aqui aproveitam os tempos livres e aliam a lavagem anual(?) dos tapetes/carpetes aos banhos estivais...E é ve-los ao longo destes pequenos canais (ja de si não muito limpos) a misturar colchões de praia e lexivia, pais e filhos, cães e gatos, bolas...e claro tapetes!
Os quê-frô(mais propriamente quê-tapêtê) ainda não descobriram esta vertente senão qualquer dia teremos também esta importação nas nossas praias...
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Mysteries
God knows how I adore life
When the wind turns on the shore lies another day
I cannot ask for more
And when the timebell blows my heart
and I have scored a better day
Well nobody made this war of mine
And the moments that I enjoy
A place of love and mystery
I'll be there anytime
Oh mysteries of love where war is no more
I'll be there anytime
And when the timebell blows my heart
and I have scored a better day
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man
When the wind turns on the shore lies another day
I cannot ask for more
And when the timebell blows my heart
and I have scored a better day
Well nobody made this war of mine
And the moments that I enjoy
A place of love and mystery
I'll be there anytime
Oh mysteries of love where war is no more
I'll be there anytime
And when the timebell blows my heart
and I have scored a better day
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man
Porto de Abrigo
Immigrant
You burn my flame within your hands
You know when my destiny falls
This time has insecurity
I feel, makes me restless inside
Will you take me there
To a distant place I’ve never been before
I could leave this world
I could follow you like oceans to the shore
You could take me there
Make the rivers of my mind flow to my dreams
You hold your secrets from my eyes
You see where the furthest rain falls
The day breaks over in the streams
You know where my rivers will flow
Will you take me there
To a distant place I’ve never been before
I could leave this world
I could follow you like oceans to the shore
You could take me there
Make the rivers of my mind flow to my dreams
And I dream of places far from here
And I call your name to the wind
And I wish the night would take me to another world
Where no one knows a face or has a name
Will you take me there
To a distant place I’ve never been before
I could leave this world
I could follow you like oceans to the shore
You could take me there
Make the rivers of my mind flow to my dreams
Nitin Sawhney
You know when my destiny falls
This time has insecurity
I feel, makes me restless inside
Will you take me there
To a distant place I’ve never been before
I could leave this world
I could follow you like oceans to the shore
You could take me there
Make the rivers of my mind flow to my dreams
You hold your secrets from my eyes
You see where the furthest rain falls
The day breaks over in the streams
You know where my rivers will flow
Will you take me there
To a distant place I’ve never been before
I could leave this world
I could follow you like oceans to the shore
You could take me there
Make the rivers of my mind flow to my dreams
And I dream of places far from here
And I call your name to the wind
And I wish the night would take me to another world
Where no one knows a face or has a name
Will you take me there
To a distant place I’ve never been before
I could leave this world
I could follow you like oceans to the shore
You could take me there
Make the rivers of my mind flow to my dreams
Nitin Sawhney
Friday, January 07, 2005
O início...
