Tuesday, January 11, 2005

O substituto dos sinos


A chamada para as orações - Mosteiro Ortodoxo de Moldovita

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


A luz


Alfarrabista em Belgrado

Porto de Abrigo


Pôr-do-Sol em Labruge

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

Friday, January 07, 2005


The way

O início...

Tudo tem de começar por algum lado...

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