Quinta dos Sete Nomes - Ambientes

>> sábado, março 10, 2018

Três soltas da Quinta dos Sete Nomes, entre Colares e a Praia das Maçãs.





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Matias e o avô

Matias e o seu avô, um dia destes.

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Casa Fasquelle, Cadaqués

>> sexta-feira, fevereiro 02, 2018

Já falei anteriormente da intensa paixão que nutro pela arquitectura de Peter Harnden e Lanfranco Bombelli, sobretudo o que fizeram ao longo de muitos anos de parceria e amizade na aldeia Catalã de Cadaqués.
Hoje, procurava informações para mostrar à Madalena, que me pediu ajuda numas questões ligadas com arquitectura, tropecei neste excerto de um DVD que já tive mas que se deixou de "tocar".
Esta é uma das mais belas obras de arte que alguma vez se fez no domínio da arquitectura.
Ainda gostava de um dia ter oportunidade de visitar esta casa.



Já agora, deixo um outro excerto do mesmo DVD que encontrei também por acaso.
Adoro a informalidade dos espaços, o convite ao convívio. Adoro os espaços de penumbra, que os arquitectos actuais tanto parecem abominar (faz sentido, numa época em que estamos sempre a esconder a sombra). Adoro os vãos recortados, quando isso é útil e as vidraças generosas nos espaços que o exigem. Adoro a forma orgânica como estes edifícios emergem, como se sempre lá tivessem estado.


CASA BOMBELLI from C C T_audiovisió producció on Vimeo.

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Big Thief - Mary

>> quinta-feira, janeiro 25, 2018

Uma descoberta recente. Uma beleza.



Mary
Big Thief

Burn up with the water
The floods are on the plains
The planets in a rose
Who knows what they contain?
And my brain is like an orchestra
Playing on, insane
Will you love me like you loved me in the January rain?
Mom and Dad and violins
Somber country silence
The needle stopped the kicking
The clothespins on the floor
And my heart is playing hide and seek
Wait and count to four
Will you love me like you loved me and I'll never ask for more
What did you tell me Mary
When you were there so sweet and very
Full of field and stars
You carried all of time
Oh and, heavens, when you looked at me
Your eyes were like machinery
Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind
Monastery monochrome
Boom balloon machine and oh
Diamond rings and gutter bones
Marching up the mountain
With our aching planning
High and smiling
Cheap drink
Dark and violent
Full of butterflies
The violent tenderness
The sweetest silence
The clay you find is fortified
We felt unfocused fade the line
The sugar rush
The constant hush
The pushing of the water gush
The marching band
When April ran
May June bugs fly in
Push your gin Jacob
With the tired wiry brandy look
Here you go around Mary in your famous story book
We overcome the sirens
We look both left and right
And I can feel the numbness accompany my plight
And I know that someday soon I'll see you
But now you're out of sight
And you'll kiss me like you used to in the January night
What did you tell me Mary
When you were there so sweet and very
Full of field and stars
You carried all of time
Oh and, heavens, when you looked at me
Your eyes were like machinery
Your hands were making artifacts in the corner of my mind
Monastery monochrome
Boom balloon machine and oh
Diamond rings and gutter bones
Marching up some mountain
With our aching planning
High and smiling
Cheap drink
Dark and violent
Full of butterflies
The violent tenderness
The sweetest silence
The clay you find is fortified
We felt some focus fade the line
The sugar rush
The constant hush
The pushing of the water gush
The marching band
When April ran
May June bugs fly in
Push your gin Jacob
With the tired wiry brandy look
Here you go around Mary in your famous story book

Compositores: Adrianne Elizabeth Lenker
Letras de Mary © Domino Publishing Company

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