domingo, abril 26, 2020

Some dust


With coffee shops, bakeries, pastelarias and the like closed throughout the world, due to Covid-19, suddenly I remembered about this virtual dreamy coffee shop of mine. "Jee! When was the last time I posted something there?!" I thought...
Ah, Max Richter, yes.. No other composer could "picture" these times any better..
So, while we wait...maybe it's time to reopen this "old town place", let some light get into, clean all that dust...



terça-feira, junho 16, 2015

So beautiful


Max Richter music... to be listen on repeat mode.


   Van Gogh-Roosegaarde Bicycle Path,  Netherlands- Image from Internet   

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yShmGUlylz

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cjyr-3ImrFk




domingo, maio 12, 2013

Once Upon a Time




Zena Holloway  
   

Once upon a time there was a poem that took some time to appear...


Breathing
Under water,
In the garden of your mind, 
All you got to do
Is clap your hands
Because...
We are all connected
And man is the dream 
Of the dolphin.



Simon and Garfunkel: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ryrrjRYBVk

      

sábado, março 16, 2013

Man is the dream of the dolphin



                                          Josephine Wall (http://www.josephinewall.co.uk)

                             http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihZClVGxjf8

                             http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ySQlx5zJA_A


quarta-feira, janeiro 09, 2013

We are all connected


                                                                                                           Image from Internet

                                From the Symphony of Science :)

                                http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XGK84Poeynk

terça-feira, junho 12, 2012

sábado, abril 14, 2012

Loving the Five Elements - An Alchemic Composition for Gary

Here are some pictures that I took, in Monserrate, this Spring, matched with some good music and awesome angel's voices. I like to get absorbed by the picture, while listening to the music.

Earth











Laying on the grass, I imagine we can cross this passage...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F-4wUfZD6oc&feature=related


Air




.... and meet at the Palace!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2R9ye0OIh3c


Fire


















Cause there is no tenderness like your's...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R2i_-F8JftE


Water




And, sometimes, the water has light, just like your eyes!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F1rvkixh_A


Ether




I just regret that skin space between you and I ;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aji-RVfnZIo&feature=related

terça-feira, janeiro 10, 2012

A video for Emily Dickinson

The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Present no more.

Unmoved, she notes the chariots pausing
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.

 
Emily Dickinson
 
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?hl=en&v=oJngeyb_GHc
 
 

terça-feira, abril 26, 2011

Sweet,
Let me fall deep
Into your arms
And kiss the lake,
Your heart!
Immersing and floating
I feel your joy,
I feel your rhythm.
Falling and rising,
Our suns,
Our soul's shadows.
Love has roots and wings!

For Gary


terça-feira, agosto 17, 2010

Today a butterfly
Came to me
Wondering around
In my dreams of you

Flying with joy
In the midst of the sun
My heart
And the butterfly
Became one

As you and I
As you and I


For Gary

segunda-feira, abril 19, 2010

Waiting


Waiting for you...
To draw a rose,
And dive into the pink
Of the petals to caress.

Waiting for you...
To shape a heart,
And fly into the rose
Of that beating.
 
Waiting for you...
To release all the fire,
And let flow
The inner smile of love.

For Gary 















Gary Hodges

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYenQ5C77nk

segunda-feira, abril 05, 2010

Come to Me


I will come to you
As a soft breeze.
Warm winds
In our hearts
Evoking places
In our memory.
Past and future...
You and me
You and me
Here

For Gary


                                                  "The God Particle" by Gary Kohime


terça-feira, março 30, 2010

You draw a heart
To me.
Our hearts,
The beat...
My green spinning
In your rose opening
Or the opposite,
Or both, maybe.
Just fall there,
And dive...
"We will dance in flight"

For Gary


terça-feira, março 23, 2010

Love is a strange place
Where the autumn leaves last forever
Where the tree of life
Grows in our hearts
Where the smile on your face
Makes my sight want to shine into your sight.
Talk to me, with your tender voice,
In our dreams,
I slip out of space
Into your arms
Warm and tender
Warm and tender




sábado, janeiro 09, 2010



A Pastelaria dos Sonhos é um sítio mágico...pois pode estar em muitos lugares...



Entrevejo um local, que, ao mesmo tempo que pode estar muito movimentado e cheio de gente, me parece muito tranquilo. As pessoas que foram entrando, querem fazer um intervalo da vida lá de fora, do corre-corre, e, nem que seja por um momento breve, sonhar.
Podemos falar sobre tudo e sobre nada. Expressar o que nos vai na alma ou ficar em silêncio.
Podemos pensar nos grandes dilemas da nossa vida, nos pontos inexplicáveis, no mistério que é estar aqui...
Ou, então, simplesmente falamos da crise, do trabalho, do tempo...
Esse local pode ser qualquer cafezinho, mais discreto, um botequim perdido em Casablanca, uma casa à beira do lago, uma pastelaria da nossa infância...
A Pastelaria é o local habitado pelos sonhos, pelo medo de não os alcançarmos, por aquilo que são os ingredientes da vida - o prazer, a dor, a luta para superar as tensões que nos habitam, devido a esses opostos e, também, o momento em que nos abandonamos à vida e nos deixamos levar pelas ondas, procurando aqui e ali, participar do desenho que é a nossa vida.

Por isso, a Pastelaria pode estar lá fora, no mundo de todos os dias. Podemos procurá-la durante muito tempo e encontrá-la quando menos esperamos.

Boa sorte a todo o internauta que ainda acredita nos seus sonhos!




terça-feira, dezembro 29, 2009

Sonhos da Pastelaria para 2010



Gostaria de entrar em 2010 ao som de "If Everyone Cared" dos Nickelback.
É uma música de sonho, que fala sobre sonhos...

Aqui fica o vídeo, muito bom...


Em toda a música  perpassa o "If", ou seja, o "se". O sonho dos Nickelback depende de um "se" quem sabe inalcançável.



Bem, nada como fazer o pouco que podemos e que está ao nosso alcance.
Quem sabe se já não é muito...
Inevitavelmente lembro-me de Nelly Furtado - Try:

Continuemos a tentar tornar este mundo um lugar melhor, lembremo-nos sempre que ele é a nossa casa.




domingo, dezembro 06, 2009

"What I'm trying to do is say lighten up and let life flow through you, and be on the waves as they go up and down. For me, a great image in mythology is Tristan of Tristan and Isolde. He's out there on a little boat without an oar, without a rudder, on the Irish sea . . . You float your way. You drift. The essence of my approach is to be extravagantly accepting and forgiving of yourself and others. Ride the waves and let life take you where it has good things for you."



Thomas Moore






"This refusal to meet the challenge of emotion, this mauvaise foi of consciousness is fundamental to our “age of anxiety”. It is characteristic of – even instrumental in – what has been called “the contemporary failure of nerve”. We do not face emotion in honesty and live it consciously. Instead emotion hangs a negative background shadowing our age with anxiety and erupting in violence. A “therapy” of this condition depends altogether upon a change in the attitude of consciousness toward emotion – a change for which this work attempts to provide a ground. If there is anything novel in this synthesis of final causes it is this: emotion is always to be valued more highly than the conscious system alone. This tends to run counter to the mainstream of thinking about emotion in the psychology, philosophy and therapy of today.(…)

Behind the difficulty of affirmation lies the healthy, natural tendency to avoid the numinous and demonic, that dark unruly horse of the Phaedrus myth, violent yet harnessed to the chariot in which we sit and we try to manage. What to do about this horse has occupied the great philosophers and religious teachers for thousands of years. Many alternatives have been formulated. The ancients spoke of mediopatheia, apatheia, ataraxis and catharsis. Some church fathers suggested governing, while sectarians have offered on the one hand a radical, disciplined annihilation of the horse, or on the other, an enthusiastic loss of identity in favour of the animal in Dionysian orgy. More recently, methods of “abreaction”, “acting out”, or mechanical and chemical therapy have been put forward. All of these we have refused in favour of the notion of development. But by development we do not mean a progressive climb away from the dark beast so as to escape it. Nor do we mean a dropping of the reins in favour of the whip such as the charioteer does in a scene of such blood and cruelty (Phaedrus, 254), that it serves to indicate how subtly the dark horse can creep under the human skin of the charioteer who believes himself superior. No, this is not the way; but Plato himself gives us another image – the reins. We are reined to the horse, it to us. This is emotional existence, driving and being driven, the true image of homo patiens. Here we come close to the image of the centaur which Benoit proposes as the Zen image for solving emotional states. These passionate mythological monsters, one of whom was the wise instructor of such culture heroes as Achilles, Hercules and Aesculapius, represent a humanization of emotional driving power. Centaurs were said to be able to capture wild bulls which expresses the idea that wilder emotion can be tamed by conscious emotion, or as was said above, “only through emotion can emotion be cured”. And it was a centaur, mythology tells us, who taught mankind something of the arts of music and medicine – as if to say the origins of healing our emotional malaise are to be found in the union of mind with flesh, of wisdom with passion.”






“Emotion”, James Hillman



segunda-feira, novembro 30, 2009