Do dia - 110

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,
To gain all while you give,
To roam the roads of lands remote,
To travel is to live.


 - Hans Christian Andersen.

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

Linda and Paul McCartney dancing on Leicester Square, London, c. 1970.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)

Do dia - 79

Germaine Krull, Couple dansant, c. 1929.

Do dia - 52

"I don’t know how it happened – it was almost imperceptible. It was about three weeks into the picture – the end of the day – I had one more shot, was sitting at the dressing table in the portable dressing room combing my hair. Bogie came in to bid me good night. He was standing behind me – we were joking as usual – when suddenly he leaned over, put his hand under my chin, and kissed me. It was impulsive – he was a bit shy – no lunging wolf tactics. He took a worn out package of matches out of his pocket and asked me to put my number on the back. I did." 

– Lauren Bacall on how her relationship with Humphrey Bogart started

Ainda de ontem - 13

"... as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves.”

Emma Fordyce MacRae, Gloucester Garden, s/d.

Ainda de ontem - 10

Bast, Olga Rudge e Ezra Pound, 1971 Beinecke Library 

Boa Páscoa!

É verdade que ontem foi Domingo de Páscoa, mas estes meus votos não perdem validade: a Páscoa estende-se por cinquenta dias até ao Pentecostes. Dias bons, dias felizes, uma Primavera imensa e doce, Domingos de Páscoa todos os dias, cinquenta vezes ou mais.