quarta-feira, junho 21, 2017
Começou o verão...!
Postado por Fernando Martins às 04:24 0 bocas
Marcadores: astronomia, Solstício, Verão
domingo, junho 21, 2015
Poema para celebrar a chegada do verão...
O meu país sabe as amoras bravas
no verão.
Ninguém ignora que não é grande,
nem inteligente, nem elegante o meu país,
mas tem esta voz doce
de quem acorda cedo para cantar nas silvas.
Raramente falei do meu país, talvez
nem goste dele, mas quando um amigo
me traz amoras bravas
os seus muros parecem-me brancos,
reparo que também no meu país o céu é azul.
Postado por Pedro Luna às 23:59 0 bocas
Marcadores: Eugénio de Andrade, poesia, Verão
Começou o verão!
Postado por Fernando Martins às 16:38 0 bocas
Marcadores: astronomia, Solstício, Verão
segunda-feira, julho 28, 2014
Vivaldi morreu há 273 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 23:27 0 bocas
Marcadores: As Quatro Estações, barroco, Clara (Geopedrados), música, Verão, Vivaldi
sábado, junho 21, 2014
Começou o verão...
As Amoras
O meu país sabe a amoras bravas
no verão.
Ninguém ignora que não é grande,
nem inteligente, nem elegante o meu país,
mas tem esta voz doce
de quem acorda cedo para cantar nas silvas.
Raramente falei do meu país, talvez
nem goste dele, mas quando um amigo
me traz amoras bravas
os seus muros parecem-me brancos,
reparo que também no meu país o céu é azul.
in O outro nome da Terra (1988) - Eugénio de Andrade
domingo, setembro 22, 2013
Música atual para os nossos leitores, no dia em o verão nos deixa...
Passenger - Holes
I know a man with nothing in his hands, nothing but a rolling stone
He told me about when his house burnt down, he lost everything he owned
He lay asleep for six whole weeks, they were gonna ask his mother to choose
When he woke up with nothing he said I’ll tell you something
When you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose
Now I’ve got a hole in my pocket, a hole in my shirt, a whole lot of trouble, he said
But now the money is gone, life carries on and I miss it like a hole in the head
I know a woman with kids around her ankles and a baby on her lap
She said one day her husband when to get a paper and the mother fucker never came back
Mortgage to pay and four kids to raise, keeping the wolf from the door
She said the wolf’s just a puppy and the door’s double locked so why you gotta worry me for
Now he left a in hole in my heart a hole in a promise a hole on the side of my bed
Oh now that he’s gone well life carries and I miss him like a hole in the head
Well sometimes you can’t change and you can’t choose
And sometimes it seems you gain less than you lose
Now we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Well we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on
Well we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Well we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on
Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Well we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on
Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, we’ve got holes in our lives
We’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on
Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, we’ve got holes in our lives
We’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on
Said we’ve got holes in our hearts, yeah we’ve got holes in our lives
Well we’ve got holes, we’ve got holes but we carry on
domingo, agosto 18, 2013
sábado, agosto 17, 2013
sexta-feira, agosto 16, 2013
quinta-feira, agosto 15, 2013
Música para celebrar o verão...
Postado por Pedro Luna às 11:11 0 bocas
Marcadores: Here Comes The Sun, música, Nina Simone, Verão
quarta-feira, julho 31, 2013
É amanhã...!
Postado por Fernando Martins às 22:22 0 bocas
Marcadores: 1 de Agosto, Agosto, música, saudades, Verão, Xutos e Pontapés
terça-feira, julho 30, 2013
Música para celebrar o verão e as férias...
Robin Thicke - Blurred Lines feat T.I. & Pharrell Williams
Everybody get up, WOO!
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't hear what I'm trying to say
If you can't read from the same page
Maybe I'm going deaf
Maybe I'm going blind
Maybe I'm out of my mind
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that's why I'm gon' take a
Good girl
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
You're a good girl
Can't let it get past me
You're far from plastic
Talk about getting blasted
I hate these blurred lines
I know you want it
I know you want it
I know you want it
But you're a good girl
The way you grab me
Must wanna get nasty
Go ahead, get at me
What do they make dreams for
When you got them jeans on
What do we need steam for
You the hottest bitch in this place
I feel so lucky, you wanna hug me
What rhymes with hug me
Hey!
Ok, now he was close
Tried to domesticate you
But you're an animal
Baby, it's in your nature
Just let me liberate you
You don't need no papers
That man is not your maker
And that's why I'm gon' take a
Hustle Gang Homie
One thing I ask of you
Lemme be the one you back that ass up to
From Malibu to Paris boo
Had a bitch, but she ain't bad as you
So, hit me up when you pass through
I'll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two
Swag on 'em even when you dress casual
I mean, it's almost unbearable
In a hundred years not dare would I
Pull a Pharcyde, let you pass me by
Nothin' like your last guy, he too square for you
He don't smack that ass and pull your hair for you
So I'm just watching and waiting
For you to salute the truly pimping
Not many women can refuse this pimping
I'm a nice guy, but don't get confused, you gettin it
Shake your rump
Get down, get up-a
Do it like it hurt, like it hurt
What you don't like work
Hey!
Baby, can you breathe
I got this from Jamaica
It always works for me
Dakota to Decatur
No more pretending
Cause now you're winning
Here's our beginning
I always wanted a
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Everybody get up
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Postado por Fernando Martins às 22:22 0 bocas
Marcadores: Blurred Lines, música, Pharrell Williams, Robin Thicke, T.I., Verão
segunda-feira, julho 29, 2013
Música para celebrar o verão, o calor e noites calientes...
Daft Punk - Get Lucky (feat Pharrell Williams & Nile Rodgers)
Like the legend of the phoenix
Our ends were beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning
The force from the beginning
We've come too far
To give up who we are
So let's raise the bar
And our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky
We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
The present has no rhythm
Your gift keeps on giving
What is this I'm feeling?
If you want to leave, I'm with it
We've come too far
To give up who we are
So let's raise the bar
And our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky
We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We've come too far
To give up who we are
So let's raise the bar
And our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun
I'm up all night to get some
She's up all night for good fun
I'm up all night to get lucky
We're up all night 'til the sun
We're up all night to get some
We're up all night for good fun
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
We're up all night to get lucky
Postado por Fernando Martins às 22:22 0 bocas
Marcadores: Daft Punk, Get Lucky, música, Nile Rodgers, Pharrell Williams, Verão
sábado, julho 27, 2013
Música para celebrar o Verão...
Postado por Fernando Martins às 11:11 0 bocas
Marcadores: Florence and the Machine, música, Shake It Out, Verão
sexta-feira, junho 21, 2013
Hoje é quando o Dia é grande, a Noite é curta e a Sombra é mínima
Poema da sombra mínima
De um mesmo corpo o Sol projecta sombras
de diferentes tamanhos e contornos.
Quando atinge o seu zénite, o mais alto,
aquele seu mais alto que é possível,
quase não tenho sombra,
quase a busco,
quase não a descubro de acanhada.
Glória ao Sol na alturas!
Ó alegria da sombra mínima!
Eu canto, eu rio, eu sonho, eu estendo os braços,
eu com os dedos afago.
Falam-me as pedras, sorriem-me as paredes
e à beira dos meus passos se desenham
os novelos de luz, os véus, as plumas,
aqueles rolos breves e translúcidos
com que sobem ao céu, nas telas quinhentistas,
os bem-aventurados.
Ó alegria da sombra mínima!
Já não me cansa o que lá vai no tempo.
Já não me cansa o que há-de vir depois.
A sombra existe sempre
mas quando o Sol me banha do seu alto,
ó alegria das alegrias!,
eu canto, eu rio, eu sonho,eu estendo os braços,
eu com os dedos afago.
in Novos Poemas Póstumos (1990) - António Gedeão
Postado por Pedro Luna às 23:59 0 bocas
Marcadores: António Gedeão, Google Doodle, poesia, Solstício, sombra mínima, Verão
Começou o verão!
Postado por Fernando Martins às 05:04 0 bocas
Marcadores: astronomia, dia mais longo, Solstício, sombra mínima, Verão
quarta-feira, agosto 15, 2012
Música para celebrar o verão e a juventude
Fun. - We Are Young (ft. Janelle Monáe)
Give me a second chance
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom
Getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she's waiting for me
Just across the bar
My seats been taken by some sunglasses
Asking 'bout a scar
And I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying to forget
But between the drinks and subtle things
The holes in my apologies
You know I'm trying hard to take it back
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun
Now I know that I'm not
All that you got
I guess that I
I just thought maybe we could find new ways to fall apart
But our friends are back
So let's raise a cup
Cause I found someone to carry me home
Tonight
We are young
So let's the set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
Carry me home tonight
Just carry me home tonight
The world is on my side
I have no reason to run
So will someone come and carry me home tonight
The angels never arrived
But I can hear the choir
So will someone come and carry me home
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun
Tonight
We are young
So let's set the world on fire
We can burn brighter
Than the sun
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down
I'll carry you home tonight
Postado por Fernando Martins às 13:53 0 bocas
Marcadores: 2012, Fun., Janelle Monáe, música, Verão, We Are Young
quarta-feira, julho 04, 2012
Hoje a Terra está no ponto mais afastado do Sol da sua órbita
Postado por Fernando Martins às 22:33 0 bocas
Marcadores: afélio, astronomia, Leis de Kepler, Marte, Sol, Terra, Verão
quinta-feira, junho 21, 2012
Começou o Verão...!
De um mesmo corpo o Sol projecta sombras
de diferentes tamanhos e contornos.
Quando atinge o seu zénite, o mais alto,
aquele seu mais alto que é possível,
quase não tenho sombra,
quase a busco,
quase não a descubro de acanhada.
Glória ao Sol nas alturas!
Ó alegria da sombra mínima!
Eu canto, eu rio, eu sonho, eu estendo os braços,
eu com os dedos afago.
Falam-me as pedras, sorriem-me as paredes
e à beira dos meus passos se desenham
os novelos de luz, os véus, as plumas,
aqueles rolos breves e translúcidos
com que sobem ao céu, nas telas quinhentistas,
os bem-aventurados.
Ó alegria da sombra mínima!
Já não me cansa o que lá vai no tempo.
Já não me cansa o que há-de vir depois.
A sombra existe sempre
mas quando o Sol me banha do seu alto,
ó alegria das alegrias!,
eu canto, eu rio, eu sonho, eu estendo os braços,
eu com os dedos afago.
in Novos Poemas Póstumos (1990) - António Gedeão
quinta-feira, julho 28, 2011
Vivaldi morreu há 270 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:27 0 bocas
Marcadores: As Quatro Estações, música, música barroca, Verão, Vivaldi