A haze

I have in me like a haze Which holds and which is nothing A nostalgia for nothing at all, The desire for something vague. I’m wrapped by it As by a fog, and I see The final star shining Above the stub in my ashtray. I smoked my life. How uncertain All I saw or … More A haze

Little things

Now, dear, it isn’t the bold things, Great deeds of valour and might, That count the most in the summing up of life at the end of the day. But it is the doing of old things, Small acts that are just and right; And doing them over and over again, no matter what others … More Little things

The will to

I sing the will to love: the will that carves the will to live, the will that saps the will to hurt, the will that kills the will to die; the will that made and keeps you warm, the will that points your eyes ahead, the will that makes you give, not get, a give … More The will to

I’d rather stop

This is not a good photo. I couldn’t get out of the car and attempt a proper photo, the letter box stands right by a traffic light and words on walls and urban equipments tend to vanish quickly, so you get them when you spot them. Pause and reflect on the [your / mine]  path  … More I’d rather stop

Welcome song

Here’s your Mom, here’s your Dad. Welcome to being their flesh and blood. Why do you look so sad? Here’s your food, here’s your drink. Also some thoughts, if you care to think. Welcome to everything. Here’s your practically clean slate. Welcome to it, though it’s kind of late. Welcome at any rate. Here’s your … More Welcome song

Out of step

We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers And sitting by desolate streams; World losers and world forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.   With wonderful deathless ditties We build up the world’s … More Out of step

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

No wrong notes

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes – ah, that is where the art resides. Artur Schnabel   References: “The piano ain’t got no wrong notes.” ― Thelonious Monk Photo: Vintage market at Armazém, Porto, November 18, 2017  

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

LIFE WHILE-YOU-WAIT

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