Luxury

Ellefu Nóvember C.P.

Sabine Pigalle

http://www.sabinepigalle.com/

I am here

Foi por amor dela, e a despeito de Settembrini, que me sujeitei ao princípio oposto à razão, ao princípio genial da doença, ao qual, talvez tenha estado sujeito desde sempre, e fiquei aqui já não sei exactamente desde quando. Porque tudo esqueci e desliguei-me de tudo, dos meus parentes e da minha profissão, na planície, e de todas as minhas esperanças. E quando Claudia partiu, esperei-a, esperei-a sempre, aqui em cima, de modo que estou definitivamente perdido para a planície, que me considera morto."
Thomas Mann in "A Montanha Mágica"

Vitima

Lata

æl mǣst

Gore Vidal

king of interviews

Absence of Water

Absence of Water
In the Thirties London's outdoor lidos were at the peak of their popularity.

Gradually tastes have changed, resulting in a drop in attendances,

leaving the pools uneconomical to run.

Many fell into decay and many were demolished.

Only a handful of pools remain today as a symbol of a bygone era.

Poem

Without hard work from this site

I imagine movement in other dimensions

I feel coolness and roundness of nude bodies

touching themselves in the frank gesture of the game

I feel the sun, the water, the voices, the dive

I do not feel the time

hiding in the small wave

that is broken off the face of the curly-haired child

crying surprise and already wrapped

in the embrace of her mother's outstretched arms

I feel the fluidity of the water

melting with the excited screams of the adolescents

the fulfilled faces of the men afloat

the sensual stroke of the swimmer

the light speeches of warm summer

I myself, feel the need to take a swim!

Now I turn around and I try to reveal in the city this ancestral aquifer's feeling

(I would love you to give me a swimming pool!)

thoughts of a citizen who is looking for his local swimming bath.

the sport, the meeting place, the community.........

behind this is the simple but magical contact with water.

This contact that rips away from the mayhem of the city evoking

a moment of pause, a sultry summer afternoon, another time,

another place.

Plunging into the amniotic fluids of secure liberty.

Here, every man need to take a dip.

GIGI CIFALI

WWW.GIGICIFALI.COM

REd

caminho como sempre caminhei, dentro de mim - rasgando paisagens, sulcando mares, devorando imagens.
Al Berto

Gobbledigook

Sigur Rós have a new album coming out in late June and today they released the first track, Gobbledigook on their website for free.

olhosnegros

disseram-me para escolher e eu escolhi
um veneno de olhos quase negros e corpo
pequeno de bailarina. a todos os acidentes
evitáveis ofereci o meu mais aberto peito
desfeito na tua dança de luar nos pés.
foi um descuido despenhar-me lentamente
preferindo o sorriso à arritmia durante a
queda. nessas noites secava-te os olhos
molhados com beijos. agora desenho sorrisos
muitos em volta de um destroço (…) tenho
mordendo-me as saudades de quem inventei.
(despenhar-se é um atributo divino.)
(silvina rodrigues lopes, sobretudo as vozes)
.. açambarcado ao Pedro do LooseLips

Ojos negros (traicioneros)

Carmen CALVO SAENZ DE TEJADA

Naufrágio

Comecei a ter medo das pessoas. Escreviam-me cartas assim: Creio que te posso ajudar.
Esta é realmente a minha embaraçosa chegada à maturidade.

[herberto helder]

Missão Berlengas V

Naufrágios

EUGENIO RECUENCO

Liu Hong Yuan

Liu Hong Yuan, an amazing painter with outstanding skills, trained in the best art school in Beijing. She is very much into the tradition of Beijing opera or the Qing dynasty (1644-1911) culture that was dark, splendid, depressing and a little peculiar. Her paintings not only displayed traditional patterns and forms, but interpreted the true, essential and the dark side of the old culture. By applying classic techniques of European oil painting of seldom been seen anywhere in the world today, she painted the first several layers totally in white, building up thickness, then glazed colors making her paintings look as if they were sculptured on the canvas. Her enormously detailed works consisted of every jewel worn by her lady, the embroidery patterns of her clothes, the porcelains and fruit blossoms flowers on tables. Her bizarre and classic paintings will always haunt you.

Dignified

Being No Mood for Makeup

The Wind Passes through the Lotus Leaves

Pomegranate

Small Insects

Chinese Opera Series - Peach Blossom

White Butterfly