Rust and stardust

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were I have spent the last couple of weeks trying to account for every month of 2017. I needed to go through all the photos in my phone to be able to do this. It seems that without them it would not … More Rust and stardust

Portable magic

Do not read, as children do, to amuse yourself, or like the ambitious, for the purpose of instruction. No, read in order to live. Gustave Flaubert References Stephen king 2017 Favorites

When Soft Voices Die

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Percy Bysshe Shelley

The time will come

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the … More The time will come

Silence is the place where you scream

Chego atrasado à frisa dos teus olhos. A música violeta pestaneja na sala. Há uma actriz transida que tirita               transita                                    mas não fala. Entro no teu olhar                                     Sou uma seta que te cega e nos cala. O silêncio é o sítio onde se grita e a noite, minha amiga, é mais discreta … More Silence is the place where you scream

The Greater Sea

My soul and I went to the great sea to bathe.  And when we reached the shore, we went about looking for a hidden and lonely place. But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches of salt from a bag and throwing them into the sea. “This is … More The Greater Sea


Life While-You-Wait. Performance without rehearsal. Body without alterations. Head without premeditation. I know nothing of the role I play. I only know it’s mine. I can’t exchange it. I have to guess on the spot just what this play’s all about. Ill-prepared for the privilege of living, I can barely keep up with the pace … More LIFE WHILE-YOU-WAIT

Is this then a book

Os Livros É então isto um livro, este, como dizer?, murmúrio, este rosto virado para dentro de alguma coisa escura que ainda não existe que, se uma mão subitamente inocente a toca, se abre desamparadamente como uma boca falando com a nossa voz? É isto um livro, esta espécie de coração (o nosso coração) dizendo … More Is this then a book

I am not done with my changes

I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray.     References Stanley Kunitz, “The Layers” The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz. Copyright © 1978   Photo: Braga getting into Noites Brancas, September 2017