Pelo Dia Internacional do Beijo, aqui fica um beijo literário / For International Book Day, here is a bookish kiss

Amar como um cão / To love as a dog

Jim Daly 

“The world would be a nicer place if everyone had the ability to love as unconditionally as a dog.”

M.K. Clinton 

Como hoje faço anos, tenho que dizer que...

Kafka ilustrado / Kafka illustrated

 

A metamorfose, Franz Kafka

Fernando Vicente

Ler a minha dor nos outros / My pain is their pain

“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive."

James Baldwin

Um café e um poema

 

John Currin

ARTE POÉTICA

Num romance, uma chávena é apenas
uma chávena — que pode derramar
café sobre um poema, se o poeta,
bem entendido, for a personagem.
Num poema, mesmo manchado
de café, a chávena é certamente a
concha de uma mão — por onde eu
bebo o mundo, em maravilha, se tu,
bem entendido, fores o poeta.
No nosso romance, não sou sempre
eu quem leva as chávenas para a mesa
aonde nos sentamos a noite, de mãos dadas,
a dizer que a lata do café chegou ao fim,
mas a pensar que a vida é
que já vai bastante adiantada para os
livros todos que ainda pensamos ler.
No meu poema, não precisamos
de café para nos mantermos acordados:
a minha boca está sempre na concha da tua mão,
todos os dias há páginas nos teus olhos,
escreve-se a vida sem nunca envelhecermos.

Maria Rosário Pedreira

Livros ou e-books? / Books or e-books?

Voltou a chuva, bolas! / It's raining words, aleluia!

O sal sagrado

 

"The Foam Sprite", Herbert James Draper.

"Deve haver algo estranhamente sagrado no sal... está nas lágrimas e no mar."

Khalil Gibran

Ela / "She walks in beauty, like the night..."

 

Irene Sheri

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes...

Lord Byron

"Love and a cough...": a poem by Anne Sexton

"As it has been said:
Love and a cough
cannot be concealed.
Even a small cough.
Even a small love".

Anne Sexton

As leitoras de Miriam Briks / Women reading by Miriam Briks

Miriam Briks

Eu sou como Robinson... / I'm like Robinson...

...à espera de 6ª feira! :)
...waiting for friday!

Real beauty lies in-between spaces

"I want you to stop running from thing to thing to thing, and to sit down at the table, to offer the people you love something humble and nourishing, like soup and bread, like a story, like a hand holding another hand while you pray. We live in a world that values us for how fast we go, for how much we accomplish, for how much life we can pack into one day. But I’m coming to believe it’s in the in-between spaces that our lives change, and that the real beauty lies there".

Shauna Niequist