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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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The seclusion strokes

With five months and counting of crutches, cast, orthopaedic shoes, surgery and more crutches, I try to make my days as productive as I can. When it doesn’t work it’s only because there is so much I want to do that I end up not doing a thing at all. Luckily, that isn’t always the case so here are some […]

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‘Lady of the Sea’ – Jonah

[For the previous chapters, check the Lady of the Sea‘s main page] What a useless little vermin, thought Isola to herself. That is the problem with the overly ambitious and under-intelligent: they act hastily and on impulse. ‘Planning’ is too big a word to fit in their tiny little skulls. Not that Peafowl knew any better, however. How could he? […]

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Back to basics

My first real attempts at drawing only started a little after I turned 30. Just like with photography (and those teenage oh-so-deep-and-observant writing drafts), my absolute favourite theme has always been people. Even during the age of analogue film photography, when a film roll of 36 photos would last you a year, my friends would often complain about how I was […]

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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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