There is an absence of Time when dusk comes upon the soft blue blanket, ebbing ever so gently.
I hear only the surface, a supple murmur,
Coeus is shifting
as I sink into Panthalassa’s ghostly remains.
Nothing remains but the soft whisper
as each grain pronounces an astral beat
within a song of the ages.
(© originally published without its title elsewhere, August 25, 2017)
- Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part two***
Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part one
Astraeus and The Blue Hour – part three
(Astraeus & Zephyr)
I can’t decide between greats such as John Coltrane or Ray Charles, both born this day, a day I’m very fond of.
So to celebrate the day my father was born I’ll take another path and leave the concert I had just finished listening to, a pair of drawings made by my grandfather many years ago plus a poem written in Portuguese.
(Hope all have a wonderful day – Blessings)
Vive-se Quando se Vive a Substância Intacta
Vive-se quando se vive a substância intacta
em estar a ser sua ardente harmonia
que se expande em clara atmosfera
leve e sem delírio ou talvez delirando
no vértice da frescura onde a imagem treme
um pouco na visão intensa e fluida
E tudo o que se vê é a ondeação
da transparência até aos confins do planeta
E há um momento em que o pensamento repousa
numa sílaba de ouro É a hora leve
do verão a sua correnteza
azul Há um paladar nas veias
e uma lisura de estar nas espáduas do dia
Que respiração tão alta da brisa fluvial!
Afluem energias de uma violência suave
Minúcias musicais sobre um fundo de brancura
A certeza de estar na fluidez animal
António Ramos Rosa, in “Poemas Inéditos”
curso intensivo e alargado
telefone: 962253827 (tmn) * 963425255 (meo) * 914450669 (Vodafone) – no horário de expediente
email – firstname.lastname@example.org
(For the 24th)
Thanks for giving /
and for giving
for the 25th
for Saturday & Sunday
from me to you (music & artwork).
Have a blessed weekend.
Thanksgiving having already been on the second Monday of October in Canada, and now upon having past the fourth Thursday of this month (the US date), I leave all with my sincere wishes for a happy and safe weekend
(holiday for those celebrating)
I bring to this “table” two things, one is mine and the other.. well…….
I guess the other is too in two aspects. I’ll give my reasons.
1. the arts become a part any man’s existance and expression of “Being” whether it be through music, literature, sculpture, dance, painting…
regardless of their geographic and historic origin as long as he/she whom recieves it identifies him or herself with it;
or if you will, as long as it “touches one’s inner being” making it thenceforth vibrate, rich and fecund with “life”
It then become’s a part of any man’s or woman’s “footprint” upon this earth.
2. Also, being a Portuguese citizen I have inherited “ART” from this nation, as I have from Canada.
It belongs to, and defines somewhat, my cultural background.
Therefore I leave you with two video clips of mine.
One with work created/performed/painted/drawn by me,
the other by Duarte Lobo – 1565 – 1646
(beautifully performed I must add)
and thus inherited by me.
Please have a lovely weekend, full of tenderness and grace.