Books worth reading #2

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“As if this great outburst of anger had purged all my ills, killed all my hopes, I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world- and finding it so much like myself, in fact so fraternal, I realized that I’d been happy, and that I was still happy. For the final consummation and for me to feel less lonely, my last wish was that there should be a crowd of spectators at my execution and that they should greet me with cries of hatred.”

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy. For it say that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better pushing right back.”

Albert Camus, The Stranger (or The Outsider) – L’étranger

Road trip: home

well, I miss home, as previously said.

So I though a bit on it and I’ll make a virtual road trip from Coimbra (close to where I am)  to Miranda do Douro.

Let us start at Coimbra, for now. :)
  

There’s the Mondego river, there’s the University of Coimbra founded in 1290 and definitively moved to the city in 1537, there’s Fado, there’s the roman villa of Conímbriga…
On a side note, I live just a few miles from Buçaco, with the stunning Mata do Buçaco and Palace as shown (it has that fairy tale look and feeling to it, really):

  

(image source: Coimbra / Buçaco)

lost and found

books worth reading #1

  

There’s also a short story movie, which is pretty amazing and truth be said, pretty stunning too!

You can find the trailer here

Miranda do Douro

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home. I miss it.

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Blank Gaze

I’d really like to give you an excerpt of this amazing book, but I couldn’t find anything good enough and I can’t really work up a translation right this moment, so here goes a “The Independent” review. Continue reading

Somewhere between screaming and crying

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How does it feel to be locked inside another dream
That never had a chance of being realized?

I have in me…

  

I have in me like a haze
Which holds and which is nothing

A nostalgia for nothing at all,

The desire for something vague.
I’m wrapped by it

As by a fog, and I see

The final star shining

Above the stub in my ashtray.
I smoked my life. How uncertain

All I saw or read! All 

The world is a great open book

That smiles at me in an unknown tongue.

Fernando Pessoa, in Poesia

roll the dice

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.

and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.

you will be alone with the gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it,
do it,

do it.

do it.

all the way

all the way.

you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter, its
the only good fight
there is.

Roll the Dice, by Charles Bukowski