Shooting Bellys

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

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?

Steve Jones winner at Red Bull Air Race Porto Gaia 2007

Much more fun then Asas!!

Sky Dance..

Asas de Portugal

Louzy photo of my late squirrel

Old Fashion

They no longer exist!

Cherries & Shells

My today Summer menu.

"Grantchester Meadows"

"Grantchester Meadows"

Icy wind of night, be gome.
This is not your domain.
In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes settle on the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.
In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sunflakes covering the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.
Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

Pink Floyd

2 legs

Friends??

Yes, Pinky is getting tolerant :)