domingo, 31 de outubro de 2010

Ainda bem.

Sempre me intrigou esta frase que está ali perto da entrada do metro da Baixa. Há anos que me inquieta. Mas ainda bem que o final da história foi feliz.

Alfama Power.

Não estando num muro, é um protesto.

domingo, 24 de outubro de 2010

Ulster IV

Ulster III

"When a foe, man's shot burst on our ears
From out the wild woods ringing.
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In live's young spring so early.
And on my breast in blood she died
While soft winds shook the barley.
But blood for blood without remorse
I've ta'en at oulart hollow.
I've lain my true love's clay like corpse
Where I full soon must follow.
Around her grave I've wandered drear
Noon, night, and morning early.
With breaking heart when e'er I hear
The wind that shakes the barley."

The wind that shakes the barley, Robert Dwyer Joyce

Ulster II

sábado, 23 de outubro de 2010

Ulster I

"Brothers sisters where are you now
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here I’ve spent
With my faith in God the church and the government
But there’s sadness abound
Some day soon they’re gonna pull the old town down"

Belfast Child, Simple Minds