Terminada a ilustração para o III poema de “As Casas”, avanço “numericamente” e entreabro a porta seguinte, do projecto LNJ.
Banda sonora: Mahler
The other day I was on Facebook looking through my newsfeed, and I came across a link to a video that said something like “If you don't think this is the most amazing thing you have ever seen, then you should check your pulse, because you might be dead!” … 1,491 more words
Presidents have their social secretaries to tell them when to applaud during a White House concert. The rest of us, President Obama says, are on our own. 677 more words
(Note: This was supposed to come before “Seasonal Music, II” but WordPress seems to have eaten the first attempt.)
Autumn does not have great PR, the gratuitous schmalz of Thanksgiving aside; it is supposed to be sad, the leaves falling, the days darkening, though to me it means just as easily that the solstice is right around the corner (those days start getting longer again in a month) and if the light is short, it angles through my windows like a tangible substance filling up the rooms, smearing the ceilings with rainbows from the window crystals. 210 more words