I've always been a very good judge of people. That's why I like so few of them.

Donna VanLiere

Inspiration

I was following some Tumblr pages without noticing its website, I didn't have an account so I was using it individually, that was until I realized I had like 5 tabs opened (not too much though!) all from Tumblr and I decided I should join and have access to it all in one window. They were/are not personal blogs, just a sum of charming photos endlessly reblogged (that's why I never know the source of the images there). Turns out, I'm now following a few more and everytime I open my account it's like Christmas everyday with a dashboard full of beautiful and inspirational images! Reason why I decided to share some here, because that's my mood today.

Also, I found it the perfect platform (until I do something better!) to organize my own photos, my favorites ones - taken by me or of me taken by someone else - in one place, with less talk and more focus on photographs only. Here.

Photos ?

Milan Christmassy

Throwback 2012.

More here & here.

Pinhão revive

Pinhão "part I" was already shown here, at the exact time of my last visit in 2012, but now I feel like throwback to one of my favorite places in Portugal. Alijó, Pinhão, Douro.
Time to go back.

 

Photos: Mafalda

More here & here.

Oh well!...

December is in and I'm feeling cozy today, dreaming of a place with snow, hot drinks, warm blankets and nothing to think about but what's in front of my eyes...

Oh well, imagine no further, my dear! That's just what's on the menu today! (!) I mean, honestly, does this place even exist?!

Lake Placid, New York

Photos: LANGLOIS Photo

Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor, 
e o que nos ficou não chega

para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.

Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.

Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,

gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,

gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas

em esperas inúteis.

Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.

Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;

era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:

quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.

Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.

E eu acreditava.

Acreditava,

porque ao teu lado

todas as coisas eram possíveis.

Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,

era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,

era no tempo em que os meus olhos

eram realmente peixes verdes.

Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.

É pouco, mas é verdade,

uns olhos como todos os outros.

Já gastámos as palavras.

Quando agora digo: meu amor,

já se não passa absolutamente nada.

E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,

tenho a certeza

que todas as coisas estremeciam

só de murmurar o teu nome

no silêncio do meu coração.

Não temos já nada para dar.

Dentro de ti

não há nada que me peça água.

O passado é inútil como um trapo.

E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas. 

Adeus.

Eugénio de Andrade

There is magic in the crisp and cold air this time of the year

I am made for autumn. Summer and I have a fickle relationship, but everything about Autumn is perfect to me. Wooly jumpers, Wellington boots, scarves, thin first, then thick, socks. The low slanting light, the crisp mornings, the chill in my fingers, those last warm sunny days before the rain and the wind. Her moody hues and subdued pallate punctuated every now and again by a brilliant orange, scarlet or copper goodbye. She is my true love.

Alys Fowler

the E. word on Tumblr

I've been out of social networks for awhile and in fact, this blog is the only thing I kept non-stop with a lot of pleasure. Mainly because I feel this space somehow mine. I can make it look like how I want, I can 'design' it and this fact gives it some sort of identity, my identity, so that's why I like to see my things here more than any other page with standard formats and ways to communicate.

I like it here, very much. It's so quiet, isn't it?

As for Tumblr, the concept it's a bit different from this blog, but I think I like it too. It can work more of a visual diary with my favourites photos only, all easily accessible, and less need for words.

I don't know, but I decided to give it a try.

Here.

the E. word on Tumblr

Temporada de Patos*

Un pato - Natalie Lafourcade

*Do filme "Temporada de Patos".

Bones Chapel

The Bones Chapel was a prayer and meditation place about human condition, built by the Franciscans on the XVI century.

Its interior is completely covered by human bones from the graves of the town. At the entrance, on a classicist lintel in marble, the following and very well-known inscription can be read:

WE BONES THAT ARE HERE FOR YOURS WE WAIT 

Évora.