No Almoço - At Lunch
Mais um boneco de resturante, feito directamente a tinta, sobre o verso de um bloco, em cerca de 15 minutos...
Fez-me lembrar a Feitiçeira Escarlate, pois a dada altura coloquei-lhe por uma tiara, a partir dai tinha que a acabar... Em honra dos oitentas!
Just another restaurant doodle, directly drawn with ink, made in the backcover of a drawing pad in about 15 minutes...
Reminds me of the Scarlet Witch, because at some point i made her a tiara, so i had to finish her... In honor of the Eighties!
Senhora da Erva - Lady of the Grass
Hehe, o título diz tudo temos k cuidar da agricultura...
Brincadeiras àparte, esta ilustra surgiu-me como um frame num filme, imagino-a como batedora de caça para a sua tribo de amazonas...
Hehe, the title says it all... gotta look after the crops...
Jokes apart, this illustration came to me as a frame in a motion picture, i imagine her, as a hunting scout for her amazon tribe...
Good Things and Bad Things
I hate not seeing him when he's ill.
I hate it when he cries.
I hate that he won't talk to me when he's stressed.
I hate it when I can't put my arms around him and tell him it's all going to be alright.
I hate not being able to make sure he eats and doesn't live off whiskey.
I hate it when he doesn't talk to me.
I hate being so far away.
I hate it when I wake up reaching for him across the pillow.
I hate that he doesn't look after himself.
I love that he worries about others.
I love the anticipation of knowing that I will wake up next to him in a week, a month, a day.
I love the sound of his voice.
I love that he shows emotion.
I love that he hates upsetting me.
I love that he cares.
I love that he loves.
I love him.
I just wish it was easy and simple and clear and that he was close and well and happy.
But I know that I wouldn't change him for the world.
I hate it when he cries.
I hate that he won't talk to me when he's stressed.
I hate it when I can't put my arms around him and tell him it's all going to be alright.
I hate not being able to make sure he eats and doesn't live off whiskey.
I hate it when he doesn't talk to me.
I hate being so far away.
I hate it when I wake up reaching for him across the pillow.
I hate that he doesn't look after himself.
I love that he worries about others.
I love the anticipation of knowing that I will wake up next to him in a week, a month, a day.
I love the sound of his voice.
I love that he shows emotion.
I love that he hates upsetting me.
I love that he cares.
I love that he loves.
I love him.
I just wish it was easy and simple and clear and that he was close and well and happy.
But I know that I wouldn't change him for the world.
Como cada viagem tem a sua música...
Peter Von Poehl - The Story of the Impossible
Depois falarei mais detenidamente (porque é que tenho a sensaçao de que esta palavra nao é portuguesa?) das minhas ultimas viagens.
Esta música presidiu a minha ultima estadia em Lisboa... ah... Lisboa
Nossa Senhora do Rosário em livro
Maria Adelaide Salvado é a autora de mais um livro a ser lançado no próximo dia 13 na Lapa de Penha Garcia, pelas 18:30 horas. Será apresentador Virgílio Catarino Dias. O título da publicação é "Nossa Senhora do Rosário: cultos e sentires no sul da Beira Baixa", edição (mais uma) da Câmara Municipal de Idanha-a-Nova.
Mais um título a juntar à vasta obra já elaborada por esta investigadora, que será homenageada dentro em breve neste Blog.
Idanha-a-Velha congestionada
Por estes dias a capital dos egaeditani fervilha de movimento. por vezes demais. São centenas de escuteiros que por cá passam, são turistas e são as escavações em redor do templo romano na parte alta da velha Idanha. Para além disso são as televisões, os jornais, num movimento que se agradece e que poderia ser incrementado em outras alturas do ano. A salientar as já várias referências a posts aquí publicados pelo Diário XXI, na sua secção de flagrantes o que nos deixa embevecidos e agradecidos. É sinal de que somos lidos.
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