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Não sei quanto a despedida vair doer-me
e nem procuro pensar no peso das lágrimas
prefiro aguardar pela saudade como quem a espera com a luz apagada
E quando ela adentrar no meu quarto escuro e apagar todos os hálitos quentes
que ainda me restarem
estarei eu calado
consciente
para ser violado
mais do que corpo
em alma
E quando pesar demais,
hei de encontrar na doce memória
que vive e sobrevive
a tua face querida
dos dias ensolarados que tagarelavam com nossa felicidade
felicidade incontida e livre
e solta
e linda
e jovem
como as crianças devem o ser.
Hei de ter dias cheios de prantos Ãmpios
infiéis à vida
e fiéis a ti e tua cálida memória vivente
de nuvens de sonho e de maçãs que hão de ser todas proibidas
e doces como as delÃcias
Hei de ver na margem do rio solitário fluente das águas do tempo e da memória
filhos de Narciso que fluem e flutuam
dizendo que a leveza não é utopia
mostrando-me quaisquer
coisas ou nada
epifanias
e realidades verdades sonhadas
jorradas de livros não escritos
que o amor
não se mede com tempo
nem com saudade
O amor é ser indivisÃvel
e contraditório
preguiçoso nos egoÃsmos
benevolente na paixão e pouco ou muito amigo na distância-solidão
Solidão que prova que pouco se sabe de ser só
Pouco se quer
e pouco se pode
mesmo se estando
na maior parte da vida que cai para todos
ou sobe
para os filhos Hórus
Que seja e nada tema
no mundo incestuoso que é o nosso
Sentir é o que glorifica
Tudo
que vale é pouco
e do pouco tira-se muito
embora desconheça-se
E dito e findo
aqui
Sinto no peito
já a dor
Fecho a janela
ouço o dedilhar da melancolia no piano
Adeus, adeus....
Charles Atlantis
Obrigada pelas visitas =D
Ignorance and complacency are the breading grounds for death and chaos.
…The 4 Horsemen are at the gate
Influenza A virus subtype H1N1 is the 2009 version of the 1918 flu pandemic.
...or is it?
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on February 7, 2021, blizzard Darcy rages across Western Europe, a strong wind accompanied by drifting snow. The last heavy snowstorm in Amsterdam dates from 1985. In the evening the storm had died down. Wind, cold, dark? It's minus eight degrees celcius. All reasons to go outside. Scarf on, walking shoes on and into the city centre. Do you see those lights, do you see the smoke coming out of the chimney and do you hear the fire crackling? The snow reflects the light in the evening, giving you a beautiful view. I enjoy the sound of crunching snow under my shoes and the beautiful view of the Amsterdam canal houses. Walking in winter is not only a guarantee for red cheeks and a breath of fresh air, but is also good for body and soul. There is something very beautiful about Amsterdam in winter. The Jordaan is covered with thick snow as above on the Bloemstraat . There is a tranquil beauty of snow and cold. A white blanket does indeed make Amsterdam slightly different from those other 360 days of the year: different views, different sounds, different light. A winter party sprinkled with white confetti. And it is quite simply a welcome break in the covid-19 lockdown. A period when the days start to look more and more alike and string together in a uniform slurry, with only the longing for the future as a ray of light in the darkness of the curfew. The snow remains at this temperature. More than 10 centimeters of snow has fallen. This is a welcome change. The snow also provides a lot of fun for children here in the Amsterdam Jordaan . Snowball fight, making snowmen or sledding. All fun activities that children do in this beautiful snowy world. Anyone who thinks away for a moment will imagine themselves in the world of Hendrick Avercamp today. It will continue to snow for the next few days. Expect more than 17 cm of snow in Amsterdam.
When an Amsterdammer sees the Westertoren, he or she thinks of Theo Thijssen. He felt an intense bond with the capital, where he was born and died. He grew up in the Jordaan, in the shadow of the Westertoren. Theo Thijssen was also a trade unionist and social democratic politician. The book 'Kees de Jongen' is about a boy growing up in Amsterdam at the end of the 19th century. It takes place in the Jordaan. Main character Kees Bakels lives near the Westertoren. His father owns a shoe shop and workshop. Kees lives in his fantasies. Kees' musings are still recognizable to many today. Thijssen also talked about the flu epidemic in the winter of 1889-1890 and now 131 years later we talk about our covid-19 epidemic. Little has changed in that regard. Photo taken in the evening in the Bloemstraat in the Amsterdam-Jordaan with the Westertoren in the background.
op 7 februari 2021 raast sneeuwstorm Darcy over West- Europa deze hard wind ging gepaard met stuifsneeuw. De laatste zware sneeuwstorm in Amsterdam dateert van 1985. In de avond was de storm gaan liggen. Wind, kou, donker? Het is min acht graden. Allemaal redenen om juist wel naar buiten te gaan. Sjaal om, wandelschoenen aan en de Jordaan in. Zie je die lichtjes, zie je het rook uit de schoorsteen en hoor je de openhaard knetteren? De sneeuw reflecteert het licht in de avond, waardoor je een prachtig zicht hebt. Ik geniet van het geluid van knarsende sneeuw onder mijn schoenen en het prachtige gezicht op de Amsterdamse grachtenpanden. 's Winters wandelen is niet alleen een garantie voor rode wangen en een frisse neus, maar is ook goed voor lichaam en geest. Er is iets heel moois over Amsterdam in de winter. De Jordaan is bedolven onder dik pak sneeuw zoals hierboven op de Bloemstraat. Er is een verstilde schoonheid van sneeuw en kou. Een witte deken maakt Amsterdam inderdaad net even anders dan die andere 360 dagen in het jaar: andere uitzichten, andere geluiden, andere lichtval. Een winterfeest besprenkeld met witte confetti. En het is simpelweg ook een welkome onderbreking in de coronalockdown. Een periode waarin de dagen steeds meer op elkaar gaan lijken en zich aaneenrijgen in een uniforme brij, met alleen het verlangen naar de toekomst als een lichtpuntje in het duister van de avondklok. Bij deze temperatuur blijft de sneeuw liggen. Er is meer dan 10 centimeters sneeuw gevallen. Dit is een welkome afwisseling. Wanneer een Amsterdammer de Westertoren ziet denk ie aan Theo Thijssen. Met de hoofdstad, waar hij geboren werd en stierf, voelde hij een intense band. Hij groeide op in de Jordaan, in de schaduw van de Westertoren. Theo Thijssen was ook vakbondsman en sociaal-democratisch politicus. Het boek 'Kees de Jongen' gaat over een opgroeiende jongen in Amsterdam tegen het eind van de 19de eeuw. Het speelt in de Jordaan. Hoofdpersoon Kees Bakels woont vlakbij de Westertoren. Zijn vader heeft een schoenenwinkel en -makerij. Kees leeft in zijn fantasieën. De mijmeringen van Kees zijn ook nu nog voor velen herkenbaar. Thijssen vertelde ook over de griepepidemie in de winter van 1889-1890 en nu 131 jaar later praten wij over onze covid-19 epidemie. Wat dat betreft is er weinig veranderd.
So sorry to be MIA and a crappy contact this last week. I've been cleaning like a mad woman for Thanksgiving, and we also have the stomach flu going around our house. My oldest got it last night and isn't a happy boy today.
This year’s flu shot given at the local pharmacy . The Covid vaccine was given the same day in the other arm. Her arms were achy the next day. Hurting me Covid vaccine on the arm but much better to prevent terrible Covid. It is vaccine is available now for eligible individuals terrible.
n luv with it <3
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Our Daily Challenge - Spirit of the age
onefiftysomething:365
I think the sea brings out the best in me.
It calms my spirit.
I think it was good for me to be at the sea today - not so hot for my flu, but definitely good for my soul.
The zoo closest to me announced through social media, yesterday, that wild birds nearby had tested positive for avian flu. Therefore, no birds, except the emus and the ostriches, will be on exhibit, effective immediately. This is the biggest quarantine the zoo has undertaken since the avian flu epidemic began.
The emus and ostriches will remain outdoors because there is no room for them in any of the buildings!
Se sienta a fumar, mientras afuera aún llueve
las ráfagas de viento, unos gorgojos: pio pio! le conmueven
palomas grises, trastocadas en el humo de un cigarro
las alas, el pico, las garras cubiertas en barro
Oh! los ojos también le llueven
pues se dio cuenta de que, en el fondo, aún le duele
Mira hacia la cordillera, a lo lejos, bipartida.
le sorprende que estuvo tanto tiempo dormida
y no soñando..
El agua de sus ojos, los tiñeron de verde a azul
raices del cimiento crisálido fluyen de norte a sur.
Donde estás tú. O lo que quedó de ti.
Las flores que antes le hablaban se murieron en el jardÃn.
Tic toc, el tiempo ya no se mueve.
Toc tic, se mueve con el tiempo.
Se murió de espanto, de tanto llanto.
Se curó de espanto, fue tanto el llanto?
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Hexanon lens 57mm 1:1.4
Ilford Delta 100 Film
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Rodinal Developer 1+25
This picture was taken just before the First World War at a photography studio in Putney High Street, south-west London. It features my mother (standing) with her little sister, Evie, and their parents. It was only today that I discovered what had happened to my grandfather, who did not return from the war. My mother and her sister (my Auntie Evie) grew up without knowing what had happened to him.
Sadly, their mother also died just after the war in the great Flu Epidemic, and they were brought up by an aunt, being sent out to work at the age of 14. Times were hard in those days! With the help of a Flickr Friend and the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, I discovered today that my grandfather is commemorated on the vast war memorial at Arras in the Pas-de-Calais, having been killed in the Battle of Arras on 3 May 1917. This was one of the largest battles of WWI, and we lost around 160,000 soldiers, including my grandfather. I thought it would be appropriate to post the only picture I have of my mother and her close family, battered and faded though it is.
Supongo que deberÃa estar bastante cabreado con lo que me pasó, pero cuesta seguir enfadado cuando hay tanta belleza en el mundo. A veces siento como si la contemplase toda a la vez y me abruma. Mi corazón se hincha como un globo que está a punto de estallar. Pero recuerdo que debo relajarme y no aferrarme demasiado a ella, y entonces fluye a través de mi como la lluvia y no siento otra cosa que gratitud por cada instante de mi estúpida e insignificante vida. No tienen ni idea de lo que les hablo, seguro, pero no se preocupen... algún dÃa la tendrán.
@Home with the Flu, you need one of these.
(No, it's not I who is home with the flu, but a friend.)
Initial tweaks in LightRoom, including a black and white version via "virtual copy". Opened both, the color and monochrome, in Photoshop, combined into layers, for best effects of each layer. Then local brightness adjustments, via layer masking, before saving to jpg for upload.