De Santos e Pastores

Foram anos de poemas declamados no colégio de freiras e de outros tantos a retalhar versos como se fossem só uma aglomeração de a-b-b-a e sinédoques – que identificamos com o mesmo entusiasmo de quem decora a lengalenga do teorema de Pitágoras. Até que um dia, depois todo este ruído, conheci o mestre Caeiro, e todas as vigas e alicerces […]

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A Página em Branco

O terror. Começar por onde, em que ponto? E se me engano…? E se aquilo com que preencher o espaço em branco for mau? Pior: e se for medíocre? Todo este potencial manchado. A infâmia…! Pelo menos é o que entendo dos infinitos relatos sobre o medo da página em branco. Não o sei descrever melhor porque nunca o senti. […]

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Hoje o mar sou eu

É a sina de qualquer aprendiz: antes de se conseguir criar obra nossa, passamos eternidades a copiar (muito) os que já o fazem. Para perceber como se chega lá, para exercitar os músculos até conseguirmos andar sem as rodinhas de apoio. Os desenhos por aqui começaram depois dos 30 e, só muito recentemente, a surgir de forma regular. Qualquer ideia […]

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Mais, por favor

Quando era pequena, o meu pai tentou (exaustivamente) convencer-me a ter aulas de aikido. “Não quero! Quero ser bailarina!”, protestava eu. “O aikido é quase uma dança,” argumentava o meu pai “vais ver que vais gostar.” Mas a Marta de 8 anos não queria saber. A Marta de 8 anos queria era lantejoulas, dançar em pontas e ser a Pequena […]

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O Pai

em·pa·ti·a (grego empátheia, -as, paixão) substantivo feminino Forma de identificação intelectual ou afectiva de um sujeito com uma pessoa, uma ideia ou uma coisa (ex.: a empatia entre os voluntários e a população local era evidente; assistimos à perfeita empatia entre piano e violino). in Dicionário Priberam da Língua Portuguesa   Esta semana, a Associação Mais Proximidade Melhor Vida, com […]

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Brave Delusions

Being stuck at home with a broken foot is as good an excuse as any to catch up on some movie watching and I couldn’t resist the recent Florence Foster Jenkins, with the acting genius that is Meryl Streep, about the socialite, erm, singer. Known worldwide for her terrible, dissonant singing, lady Florence was an enthusiast of the musical arts – an […]

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Back to the 80s

[Disclaimer: the following post is spoiler free.] This is the age of nostalgia. I don’t just say it because I’m no longer in my tweens and, like so many other thirty-somethings decades before me, think that the times and culture of my youth were a thousand times better than what they are now – that is to be expected. There is something […]

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The Other Martha

Woke up to a could-be-worse movie about her and Hemingway this morning – sadly, it is also the most common result when you run a search for the lady on YouTube. The great Martha Gellhorn is high on my list of Women I Want to be Like When I Grow Up. With a tremendous amount of chutzpah, she will make […]

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it’s the manic goblins!

It’s the goblins again! The plan: go to one of The Holy Bible shows in 2015. The venture: never-ending setbacks from day one. Getting the tickets back in December of last year was a nightmare, from visa cards failing, to money transfers and login issues – all to the sound of the ticking clock you always get with shows that […]

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the miner

Watch your step as you tread through the depths. The surface is always safe – all lies rest above the ground. So go ahead out the cave all the way down. You may not even be afraid of the dark or damp dusty tunnels you’ll need to cross to get to us. But make sure your lamp light’s enough for […]

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The Philistine Gene

Coming from an eclectic background where religious beliefs are concerned (extended family who attend Mass without ever having read the Bible vs. Mom and Dad who found more sense & meaning in Eastern philosophies), I have always believed in some kind of higher force. To this day, I still question what that force might be and if it actually exists […]

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on vanity

Woke up this morning to an article in The Guardian about how men are now feeling what it’s like to have your looks scrutinized as you grow older. We’re more than used to seeing women being objectified, for the simple fact that we keep being bombarded with Photoshopped images of almost-perfect female specimens. All. The bloody. Time. We’ve long accommodated […]

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Isidora & destiny

Even if our destiny is written, does that mean that we should just stop acting or do you continue doing what you think is right in the moment? Jeff Pinkner My recent binge (re)watching of Fringe has brought back one of my favourite existential questions of all time: destiny vs. free will. I was in my teens the first time […]

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a série que me está a fazer deixar o Game of Thrones na prateleira

A fórmula não tem muito de original: Equipa all-stars composta por personagens da literatura vitoriana? Check. Sangue e sexo semi-gratuitos por todo o lado? Check. Vampiros? Check. A Eva Green a fazer de bruxa? Check, check e check. Penny Dreadful traz-nos o Dr Frankenstein e a sua criatura (ironicamente, talvez a personagem mais bela da série), o hedonista Dorian Gray, e até o senhor […]

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connection

Detachment Movie Poster ©Lafar88  How are you to imagine anything if the images are always provided for you? Doublethink. To deliberately believe in lies, while knowing they’re false. Examples of this in everyday life: “Oh, I need to be pretty to be happy. I need surgery to be pretty. I need to be thin, famous, fashionable.” Our young men today […]

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Obediência

Ver filmes sobre os quais só se sabe o título tem as suas vantagens. A história começa com o início de um dia de trabalho num franchise de fast food. Conhecemos a gerente, o empregado calão, a loirinha mais interessada em mudar as capas do telemóvel do que em atender clientes, e tudo filmado em estilo documental, como um bom […]

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Sister Sarah

Our lives were full of bohemian friends with sketchbooks and cigarettes, orchestras, poetry, philosophy and science. A ton of leather cover books. We would get drunk on joie de vivre… and many a bottle of red wine. The more I learn about her mind and heart, the more I feel like Sarah Slean is a long lost sister I haven’t […]

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What Would Olivia Dunham Do?

Prior to writing this, I thought about the heroes I’ve had in the past and, apart from Disney’s Ariel, all the action characters that have inspired courage in my backbone and made me long for adventure were, I’m sorry to say, men. Until I met Olivia Dunham. I came across Fringe almost by accident and, at first, there was something […]

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Isidora & the colour purple

My mother loved the colour purple. It wasn’t just her favourite colour, it was one of her favourite things. She loved purple & the outdoors. The smell of the sea. Camping. Bike riding. Her biggest passion was the visual arts and crafts (for which she had no formal training), though she worked for an American multinational company all her life. […]

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Isidora & The Boy Who Lived

In the longer-than-necessary The Order of the Phoenix, Harry asks Luna why are they the only ones who can see Thestrals, a species of skeleton-like winged horses that everyone else deems invisible. “They can only be seen by people who’ve seen death,” she replies. This little sentence sums up what I see as the special something of the entire series. […]

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Isidora Burns for Hawksley

At the time I was hungry for Paris and its bohemian sounds: I wanted accordions and violins and cabaret pianos in a 3/4 beat & Sarah Slean lead me to him. Everything I read spoke of this extravagant, flamboyant artist, but I came to see something very different. Yes, he’s astoundingly prolific and, yes, he’s a stage animal. But Hawksley […]

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Isidora comes of age

Black sunflowers are but red. I am not darkness a Lilith moon calling out beasts and demons to roam the woods and minds of dreamers who step down the steps to the cave where they store what they hide. I am a different cave: where every creature goes to digest what it feels that harbors the hermit who knows he […]

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