Coca Bixinhos: junho 2008

segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008

quinta-feira, 26 de junho de 2008

Ride to the Sun

Taken in the pretty marginal leading to cascais, borough of oeiras, while driving my car.

August Moon recycled

Painted during the full moon phase of August on a board that was going to trash.

acrylic on wood

sábado, 14 de junho de 2008

Wish you were here :)

This is the place from were I usualy spot the sunsets.

Bus trip

Today when I left to school I noticed that the atmosphere was very strange ... there was no traffic.

I asked what was happening and people told me then that traffic was being held by a large demonstration and that the main routes were cut. Then I decided to take a bus and take pictures of the almost empty streets.

Hospital de Santa Maria

Way back

quarta-feira, 11 de junho de 2008

Talking toes

Why ain't I a ant?

Day of Portugal

Today is celebrated the day of Portugal and Camões. I'm not a great patriot and I do not believe in heroes or things made by individuals. The great work of Camões, "os Lusíadas" is dedicated to the great things made by Portuguese heroes. However I chose a poem of Camões but about love.

Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver

Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver;
É ferida que dói e não se sente;
É um contentamento descontente;
É dor que desatina sem doer;

É um não querer mais que bem querer;
É solitário andar por entre a gente;
É nunca contentar-se de contente;
É cuidar que se ganha em se perder;

É querer estar preso por vontade;
É servir a quem vence, o vencedor;
É ter com quem nos mata lealdade.

Mas como causar pode seu favor
Nos corações humanos amizade,
Se tão contrário a si é o mesmo Amor?

Luís de Camões

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Love is a fire that burns without being seen;
It's a wound that hurts without being felt;
It's an unhappy happiness;
It's a pain that drives you crazy without hurting;

It's a wishing no more for what you like;
It's walking lonely within a crowd;
It's never being contented with contentedness;
It's seeking to find oneself in losing oneself;

It's wishing to be a prisoner of wishes;
It's serving who you have overcome, you the victor;
It's being faithful to someone who kills us.

But how can its favour cause
friendliness in human hearts,
if love itself is so contrary to itself?