Lingering

Come to me in the silence of the night;     Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright     As sunlight on a stream;        Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,     … More Lingering

Revisiting

Não há nada que resista ao tempo. Como uma grande duna que se vai formando grão a grão, o esquecimento cobre tudo. Ainda há dias pensava nisto a propósito de não sei que afecto. Nisto de duas pessoas julgarem que se amam tresloucadamente, de não terem mutuamente no corpo e no pensamento senão a imagem … More Revisiting

No turn

There is no other space, no other time. This moment is all. In this moment the whole existence converges, in this moment all is available. Osho, Zen: The Path of Paradox

When he left

Mr. Alexandre used to work here, from 1962 until he died in 2016. From the street, looking through the window, it doesn’t look like this place is abandoned. He might come back. Someone might come back for their bespoke suit. If you read Portuguese, please head to Blog dos Alfaiates, Mr. Alexandre’s story is there along with … More When he left

The shape of life

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmare to the jeweled vision of a life started anew. Aberjhani, The Bridge of Silver Wings (2007)     I could have chosen any of the ones in Porto, but Stari Most was the topic of conversation over coffee today. Some bridges … More The shape of life