Sunday, February 1, 2009

"Fui ver. A neve caía
do azul cinzento do céu,
branca e leve, branca e fria…"

Augusto Gil, "Balada da Neve"

Tuesday, January 6, 2009


"Mas solitários somos e passamos,
Não são nossos os frutos nem as flores,
O céu e o mar apagam-se exteriores
E tornam-se os fantasmas que sonhamos."

Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Thursday, December 18, 2008


I am the tree

"They allege that I've been hastily sketched onto nonsized, rough paper so the picture of a tree might hang behind the master storyteller. True enough. At this moment, there are no other slender trees beside me, no seven-leaf steppe plants, no dark billowing rock formations which at times resemble Satan or a man and no coiling Chinese clouds. Just the ground, the sky, myself and the horizon. But my story is much more complicated. "

O. Pamuk, "My name is red"

Sunday, December 14, 2008


"I'm a dog, and because you humans are less rational beasts than I, you're telling yourselves, "Dogs don't talk." Nevertheless, you seem to believe a story in which corpses speak and characters use words they couldn't possibly know. Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen. "

O. Pamuk, "My name is red"