Saturday, April 30, 2005
"Old Friends"

"Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sun
The sounds of the city sifting through trees
Settles like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today,
Sharing a parkbench quietly
How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years,
Silently sharing the same fears..." Simon&Garfunkel
(c) REF2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Fernão Capelo Gaivota I

"Mas lá ao fundo, sozinho, longe do barco e da costa, Fernão Capelo Gaivota treinava. A trinta metros da superfície azul brilhante, baixou os seus pés com membranas, levantou o bico e tentou a todo custo manter suas asas numa dolorosa curva. A curva fazia com que voasse devagar, e então sua velocidade diminuiu até que o vento não fosse mais que um ligeiro sopro, e o oceano como que tivesse parado, abaixo dele. Cerrou os olhos para se concentrar melhor, susteve a respiração e forçou ... só ... mais ... um ... centímetro ... de ... curva ... Mas as penas levantaram-se em turbilhão, atrapalhou-se e caiu." Richard Bach
(c) REF2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Is this the place?
"I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches. Are they looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?"

(c) REF2005
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches. Are they looking at me?
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?"

(c) REF2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Oriente

"Lappareil photographique est pour moi un carnet de croquis, linstrument de lintuition et de la spontanéité, le maître de linstant qui, en termes visuels, questionne et décide à la fois. (...) Photographier, cest dans un même instant et en une fraction de seconde reconnaître un fait et lorganisation rigoureuse de formes perçues visuellement qui expriment et signifient ce fait.Cest mettre sur la même ligne de mire la tête, lil et le cur. Cest une façon de vivre." Henri Cartier-Bresson
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