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StoryTeller Dices d’As Gavetas| As Flor(es) da minha vida

Adoro ter flores em casa. Dão vida e alegria. A casa fica mais bonita. Também gosto muito de as fotografar por onde passo. Só tenho pena que a Primavera, a estação das flores, me traga tantas alergias… 🙁 Acreditem que dispensava bem essa parte.

If you’re going to San Francisco
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair…

Tal como diz esta musica eu adoro usar flores no meu cabelo, como as que usei no dia do nosso casamento 🙂

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As minhas flores preferidas são os girassóis porque lembram o sol, as tulipas porque me lembram uma das minhas cidades preferida, Amesterdão, e da quela tenho muitas saudades pelos momentos bons que la passei, e por ultimo os cravos porque me lembram uma das melhores fases da Historia do nosso país, a Revolução de Abril, a Revolução dos Cravos. Saíram cravos das armas. Saíram que é como quem diz, foi uma vendedora de flores que meteu cravos nas armas dos soldados de Abril. Mas isso tem um valor tao simbólico para mim. Tenho tanto orgulho no nosso país e na sua Historia. Na minha opinião, Portugal tem tanto para ensinar ao Mundo. Lembro-me de uma vez argumentar isto com uma brasileira, apoiante de Bolsonaro que estava a defender as legalização das armas e que dizia que a violência não se combatia com flores a sair das armas, e eu mostrei-lhe esta fotografia do nosso 25 de Abril e ela riu-se na minha cara… 🙁 Triste, não?

Imagem retirada do Google – Capitães de Abril com cravos vermelhos nas suas armas

Quais são as vossas flores preferidas? 🙂

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Rock In Rio 2019

Pela primeira vez em muito tempo adorei as bandas que actuaram este ano no RIR 🙂 Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Foo Fighters, Whitesnake, Iron Maiden… e Scorpions 🙂 Wow!

Dei por mim a cantar as canções que ouvia na minha infância e adolescência.

Give it away

What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
What I’ve got you’ve got to get it put it in you
Reeling with the feeling don’t stop continue
Realize I don’t want to be a miser
Confide with sly you’ll be the wiser
Young blood is the lovin’ upriser
How come everybody want to keep it like the kaiser
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
I can’t tell if I’m a kingpin or a pauper
Greedy little people in a sea of distress
Keep your more to receive your less
Unimpressed by material excess
Love is free love me say hell yes
I’m a low brow but I rock a little know how
No time for the piggies or the hoosegow
Get smart get down with the pow wow
Never been a better time than right now
Bob Marley poet and a prophet
Bob Marley taught me how to off it
Bob Marley walkin’ like he talk it
Goodness me can’t you see I’m gonna cough it
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Lucky me swimmin’ in my ability
Dancin’ down on life with agility
Come and drink it up from my fertility
Blessed with a bucket of lucky mobility
My mom I love her ’cause she love me
Long gone are the times when she scrub me
Feelin’ good my brother gonna hug me
Drink my juice young love chug-a-lug me
There’s a river born to be a giver
Keep you warm won’t let you shiver
His heart is never gonna wither
Come on everybody time to deliver
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
Give it away give it away give it away now
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your mama
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your pappa
What I’ve got you’ve got to give it to your daughter
You do a little dance and then you drink a little water

Best of You

I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh

Here I Go Again

I don’t know where I’m going
But I sure know where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises and songs of yesterday
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time
Here I go again
Here I go again
Though I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I’m looking for
Oh Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on
‘Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
But I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wastin’ no more time
I’m just another heart in need of rescue
Waiting on love’s sweet charity
And I’m gonna hold on for the rest of my days
‘Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time
But here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go
‘Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wasting no more time
And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
‘Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams
And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone

Wind of Changes

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of changeThe world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of changeTake me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of changeWalking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of changeTake me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (the glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (the wind of change)The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to sayTake me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me (with you and me)
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (in the wind of change)

Rock you like a hurricane

It’s early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell
So give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go
I’ve got to leave, it’s time for a show
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
My body is burning, it starts to shout
Desire is coming, it breaks out loud
Lust is in cages ’til storm breaks loose
Just have to make it with someone I choose
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He’s licking his lips, he’s ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (are you ready, baby?)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (come on, come on, baby)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Rock you like a hurricane
It’s early morning, the sun comes out
Last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin
So what is wrong with another sin?
The night is calling, I have to go
The wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He’s licking his lips, he’s ready to win
On the hunt tonight for love at first sting
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (are you ready, baby?)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane (come on, come on, come on, come on)
Here I am
Rock you like a hurricane
Here I am

Os Bon Jovi tambem estiveram mas acreditam que ja nao curto tanto como na minha adolescência?

Isto sim é Rock 🙂

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Currently Reading

Em pleno Século XXI ja não deveria ser necessário ir buscar estes grandes exemplos ao passado, mas os valores da humanidade andam tao em baixo e tao virados ao contrario que dei por mim a ler a historia de Harriet Tubman, A Journey to Freedom de Sandra A. Agard. Harriet foi uma escrava que lutou pela sua liberdade, e conseguiu. Tenho lido este livro ao Lu e ele tem adorado, fica encantado como se percebesse mesmo o sentido das palavras. Este livro está escrito de uma forma muito simples e cativante.

Por incrível que pareça o tema da escravatura da História de Portugal e Mundial foi a parte que mais me chocou por todos os acontecimentos neles envolvidos. E só de pensar que actualmente existem pessoas com os mesmo ideais, como é o caso das extremas direitas, isso repugna-me muito mesmo…

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Este livro foi-me sugerido pela minha escritora preferida, Dorothy Koomson.

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Madama Butterfly

A minha primeira opera. Fomos vê-la ao Coliseu do Porto em 2012, pouco antes de virmos para o Reino Unido, e eu fiquei emocionada do principio ao fim da peça. É uma historia triste mas muito bonita e intensa.

Esta ópera estreou pela primeira vez em Milão, no Teatro alta Scala, e conta a historia de uma jovem gueixa que sei apaixonou por um oficial da marinha americano, mas quando a guerra termina, ele regressa aos Estados Unidos, levando-a a suicidar-se 🙁

A trama da ópera M. Butterfly foi inspirada no relacionamento entre um diplomata francês,

Bernard Boursicot, e um cantor da ópera de Pequim, Shi Pei Pu.

One good day, we will see
Arising a strand of smoke
Over the far horizon on the sea
And then the ship appears
And then the ship is white
It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute.

Do you see it? He is coming!
I don’t go down to meet him, not I.
I stay upon the edge of the hill
And I wait a long time
but I do not grow weary of the long wait.

And leaving from the crowded city,
A man, a little speck
Climbing the hill.
Who is it? Who is it?
And as he arrives
What will he say? What will he say?
He will call Butterfly from the distance
I without answering
Stay hidden
A little to tease him,
A little as to not die.
At the first meeting,
And then a little troubled
He will call, he will call
“Little one, dear wife
Blossom of orange”
The names he called me at his last coming.
(To Suzuki)
All this will happen,
I promise you this
Hold back your fears –
I with secure faith wait for him.

E vocês, ja foram à Opera? 🙂

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Fomos à Lua :)

O ultimo fim de semana de Agosto, foi prolongado por motivo de ser Bank Holiday na segunda-feira, dia 26 de Agosto e aproveitamos para ir ver a Lua, no meu museu preferido ca de Londres, o National History Museum. Uma exposição muito bonita, entitulada Museum of the Moon, do artista Luke Jerram. Os visitante podem tirar fotografias como se estivessem a agarrar a lua ao som de musicas como Clair de Lune.

Aproveitamos também para dar uma volta pelo museu, a primeira vez do Lu, que adorou os dinossauros mas preferiu o Wildlife Garden, uma especie de reserva natural na parte traseira do museu.

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Em Portugal puderam ver a Lua em Oeiras no passado mes de Julho.

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