y#858

"Deixo tudo a pairar
incerto,
se tiver de acontecer,
está perto


Salga-se o céu com mar,
sem medo,
Para ir onde se quer,
não é cedo..."

F#1105

"Vai ser supernós!"

F#1104

Sinto a falta,
de tanta coisa...

Todavia,
hoje em dia,
há tanta coisa que não havia.


E mesmo assim,
sinto a falta...

F#1103

Inform

Educate

Entertain.

F#1102

Genius @ play...

F#1101

"Everything we call real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real."



Niels Bohr

G#64

Nunca pensei dizer isto, mas obrigado ao festival da Eurovisão! Por me dar a conhecer, indirectamente, este projecto e um heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa que desconhecia.

I love the things that children love

        Yet with a comprehension deep

That lifts my pining soul above

        Those in which life as yet doth sleep.

All things that simple are and bright,

        Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit,

With a child's natural delight

        That makes me proudly weep at it.

I love the sun with personal glee,

        The air as if I could embrace

Its wideness with my soul and be

        A drunkard by expense of gaze.

I love the heavens with a joy

        That makes me wonder at my soul,

It is a pleasure nought can cloy,

        A thrilling I cannot control.

So stretched out here let me lie

        Before the sun that soaks me up,

And let me gloriously die

        Drinking too deep of living's cup;

Be swallowed of the sun and spread

        Over the infinite expanse,

Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead

        Lost in a super‑normal trance;

Lost in impersonal consciousness

        And mingling in all life become

A selfless part of Force and Stress

        And have a universal home;

And in a strange way undefined

Lose in the one and living Whole

The limit that I call my mind,

The bounded thing I call my soul.