A thing of beauty

Is a joy for ever. I am sorry this world does not understand you, Habibi.

Push the door, I'm home at last

And I want to thank you

Gato

Que fazes por aqui, ó gato? 

Que ambiguidade vens explorar? 

Senhor de ti, avanças, cauto, 

meio agastado e sempre a disfarçar

o que afinal não tens e eu te empresto, 

ó gato, pesadelo lento e lesto, 

fofo no pêlo, frio no olhar!

De que obscura força és a morada? 

Qual o crime de que foste testemunha? 

Que deus te deu a repentina unha

que rubrica esta mão, aquela cara? 

Gato, cúmplice de um medo

ainda sem palavras, sem enredos, 

quem somos nós, teus donos ou teus servos?

Alexandre O’Neill

Es ella mas que yo

E qué sí, que era, que es.

We are among the ruins

"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen."

D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
https://www.theguardian.com/books/2006/jul/15/classics.dhlawrence

I bite

When you have migrant DNA

“(...) Con la idea tallada a cincel en su mente de que ayudar al perseguido es un deber moral ineludible.”

Isabel Allende, Más alla del Invierno

Those fingers in my hair

No one loved in music as classy as Sinatra.

A whole Babel of cat

http://fatcatart.com/?lang=en

Musical madness

Vamos a ser felices

Home

"He wondered whether home was a thing that happened to a place after a while, or if it was something that you found in the end, if you simply walked and waited and willed it long enough."

Neil Gaiman, American Gods

Calming those voices inside me

Vozes

Vozes imaginárias e amadas
daqueles que morreram ou daqueles que estão,
como os mortos, perdidos para nós.
Às vezes falam-nos em sonhos;
às vezes na sua fantasia as ouve o pensamento.
E, com seu som, retornam por um instante
ecos da poesia primeira da nossa vida -
como música que, na noite, se extingue ao longe.

Konstantinos Kaváfis, 145 Poemas, tradução de Manuel Resende, Flop Editora, 2017

Oh they don't know what happiness love can be

Holy crap what did we just watch

"Any woman can weep without tears", she answered over her shoulder, "and most can heal with their hands. It depends on the wound. She is a woman, Your Highness, and that's riddle enough."

The last unicorn, Peter S. Beagle

"Happiness is just a kick in the balls waiting to happen."

The Punisher

"Tough-minded critics od religion have found much pleasure in laying bare the idiocy of believers in remorseless detail, finishing only when they felt they had shown up their enemies as thorough-going simpletons or maniacs. Though this exercise has its satisfactions, the real issue is not whether God exists or not, but where to take the argument once one decides that he evidently doesn't. The premise of this book is that it must be possible to remain a committed atheist and nevertheless find religions sporadically useful, interesting and consoling - and be curious as to the possibilities of importing certain of their ideas and practices into the secular realm. (...) In a world beset by fundamentalists of both believing and secular varieties, it must be possible to balance a rejection of religious faith with a selective reverence for religious rituals and concepts."

Alain de Botton, Religion for Atheists