Still here, still learning.

Há muitos anos, num programa do Maestro António Victorino De Almeida, ele começou dizendo que, se ouvíssemos com atenção esta música nunca a esqueceríamos. Verdade.

 Self-care, a must

Avoiding burnout

Avoiding burnout

'Cry Baby Cry' from the Debut Album Guilty Of Love

K. - Cigarettes After Sex

Deolinda "Um Contra O Outro"

Sai de casa!!

Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill's defunct        who used to        ride a watersmooth-silver                                   stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeons justlikethat                                                             Jesus he was a handsome man                      and what I want to know is how do you like your blue-eyed boy Mister Death ee cummings

Stardust

5th October 2015

Henning Mankell has passed away

Henning Mankell is dead. He died in his sleep early this morning in Göteborg. He was 67 years old.

Henning Mankell was one of the great Swedish authors of our time, loved by readers in Sweden and all over the world. His work includes around forty novels and numerous plays. His books have sold more than forty million copies and are translated into more than forty languages. Solidarity with those in need run through his entire work and manifested itself in action until the very end.

In 2001, together with Dan Israel, he founded Leopard Förlag where his books are published. Henning Mankell divided his time between Sweden and Moçambique where he was the artistic leader of Teatro Avenida in Maputo.

He is mourned by his wife Eva Bergman and his son Jon Mankell.

http://henningmankell.com/news/henning-mankell-has-passed-away/

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Always loved a used book!

God understandably nervous to meet Terry Pratchett

God has expressed the fact that he was ‘very shaky’ today when he met creative genius Terry Pratchett for the first time. Speaking via an Angel so as not to blow up our minds, God said “You can probably understand where I’m coming from.” “This man inspired me to create the Earth after I read the creative masterpiece that is the Discworld series. They are the best books ever written, and I include my own in that.” “I’m kind of nervous to ask him what he thought of the world I created – I realise it’s a bit dull compared to his.” “You’re probably wondering how I read Terry’s books millions of years before he was born. Well, I am God, don’t forget.” “I’ve seen everything that has come and everything that is to come. So I’ve read pretty much everything you people have written, and nothing beats Pratchett for sheer force of imagination.” God meets Pratchett: Terry Pratchett’s death has provoked sadness amongst authors, book-lovers, and anyone who has ever used their imagination to dream of a world more colourful and interesting than our own. Sci-Fi and fantasy author, Ruth Wheeler, said “It’s almost pointless writing fantasy at all these days, Pratchett made up almost all of the good stuff ages ago.” “We’ll give it a bash, but don’t expect us to even get close.” “We’re all very jealous of God right now.” God and Pratchett first met at the pearly gates, God having put on his best suit and taken the Grim Reaper along, who was dying to shake Pratchett’s hand. “HE MADE ME POPULAR AGAIN,” said Death personified, “HE MADE ME SEEM ALMOST HUMAN, A LIKEABLE CHARACTER.” “THAT BIT WHERE HE HAD ME DRESS AS FATHER CHRISTMAS FOR A CHILDREN’S PARTY? SUBLIME.” “HE’S A TRUE GENIUS AND I CAN’T WAIT TO THANK HIM FOR SOME TERRIFIC PR WORK ON MY PART.” Terry Pratchett received a standing ovation from heaven’s residents when he entered the gates of heaven, and applause so loud as to provoke an enormous thunderstorm back on earth. http://newsthump.com/2015/03/13/god-understandably-nervous-to-meet-terry-pratchett/

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10 Signs You Are Addicted to Reading

1.You must read everywhere, if there is nothing to read, you'll read the labels on shampoo bottles or old, decrepit newspapers.

2. You bring a book with you everywhere you go. I.e: field trips, parties, restaurants...

3. You've gotten in trouble for reading excessively.

4.You could live at chapters.

5.You hate it when people say: "Oh, I don't read actually." How is that possible?

6. You ALWAYS like the book better than the movie.

7. Your dream job is working at chapters or at your local library.

8. You honestly wouldn't mind not having any friends and just spending the day reading. Also during lunch break at school/work you totally wouldn't mind sitting alone with a book.

9.Everything you know, you've learned from reading books.

10. Three quotes that say it all:
"I cannot live without books." Thomas Jefferson
"I have never known any distress that an hour's reading did not relieve." ~Charles De Secondat
"I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library." ~Jorge Luis Borges

On Fantasy, by George R.R. Martin

"On Fantasy"

by George R. R. Martin

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to Middle Earth.