Danses Hongroises

Não sei por que acontece, mas é como se na descoberta do antigo vivessem múltiplas partes de mim, que não cumpri (que culpa tenho, dos lapsos do tempo?), mas que incorporo episodicamente. Então há caracteres que sobrevêm, tons que se afinam e imagens que se alinham e configuram. É uma tela tão plástica e é de uma materialidade táctil que seduz. O prazer do resgate desta imagery sonora e imaginária, tão distante, mas tão fácil de ser recuperada e lida. Juste pour mon plaisir égoiste.

Descobri o virtuoso do violino, Yehudi Menuhin - a highly interpretative musician (as it shows...). E, descobri - quem imaginaria - que em vida se envolveu em numerosas acções de defesa do ambiente e justiça social. Escutemos o violinista engagé:

/Yehudi Menuhin plays Brahms' Hungarian Dance No. 4/

Wanderlust

SW 08 the very best moment of my summer

only weeks before I left to a new harbour.

vou sempre recordar a festa, 

sempre a festa de estar contigo, o riso e o sorriso.  

as vozes entrecortadas por luz musical de incontida alegria.

"Lust for comfort suffocates the soul

This relentless restlessness liberates my soul." | Bjork

Sheffield

Cambridge Street looking towards Wellington Street and Moorhead, 1960-63; No 44, R.J. Stokes & Co. Ltd., Paint Manufacturers; No 52, Nell's Bar and the Hippodrome. 

Had I lived there in the 1960's and this would be the landscape picture of my daily routine. But this is all about a much improved and wider geography. Yes, and it is also about the city where I chose live for the next three years, pursuing a PhD in Information Studies. 

My City is now Sheffield and my University is the University of Sheffield.

Café Arcada

At first, we would say there was a band playing in the background.

But surely that wasn't the most significant feature of the moment.

Enchanted, we were, with how easily the city spread itself into that square - arches around, a church on top - 

And, suspending its movement because of the heat

Its people searched shadows only and the freshness of quiet spaces

To recover senses and live again.

Now it was in the evening.

And for sure there was a band playing in the backgroung.

Yes, I can tell from the vivid and inviting charleston, still in my memory.

But none of us danced. Surely that wasn't the most significant feature of the moment.

Citrus

The lemon tree does not stand still.

I dream of its early reddish leaves

And the tree is already in motion

Later turning to green.

The lemon tree does not stand still.

I feel its dotted peel

As an ample molecular skin, 

Wondering: can we reverse the process, from yellow to green?

The lemon tree does not stand still,

Acid seedless fruits grow thick, back in the terrace.

Uniform yellow in colour, they are ready to pick.

Oh, astrigent mobile flavours, travelling in my mouth.