a woman of no importance

MRS. ALLONBY. The Ideal Husband? There couldn't be such a thing. The institution is wrong.
LADY STUTFIELD. The Ideal Man, then, in his relations to US.
LADY CAROLINE. He would probably be extremely realistic.
MRS. CAROLINE. The Ideal Man! Oh, the Ideal Man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. He should refuse all our serious requests, and gratify every one ofour whims. He should encourage us to have caprices, and forbid us to have missions. He should always say much more than he means, and always mean much more than he says.
LADY HUNSTANTON. But how could he do both, dear?
(...)
MRS. ALLONBY. If we ask him a question about anything, he should give us an answer all about ourselves. He should invariably praise us for whatever qualities he knows we haven't got. But he should be pitiless, quite pitiless, in reproaching us for the virtues that we have never dreamed of possessing. He should never believe that we know the use of useful things. That would be unforgiveable. But he should shower on us everything we don't want.
LADY CAROLINE. As far as I can see, he is to do nothing but paybills and compliments.
MRS. ALLONBY. He should persistently compromise us in public, and treat us with absolute respect when we are alone. And yet he should be always ready to have a perfectly terrible scene, whenever we want one, and to become miserable, absolutely miserable, at a
moment's notice, and to overwhelm us with just reproaches in less than twenty minutes, and to be positively violent at the end of half an hour, and to leave us for ever at a quarter to eight, when we have to go and dress for dinner. And when, after that, one has seen him for really the last time, and he has refused to take back the little things he has given one, and promised never to communicate with one again, or to write one any foolish letters, he should be perfectly broken-hearted, and telegraph to one all daylong, and send one little notes every half-hour by a private hansom, and dine quite alone at the club, so that every one should know how unhappy he was. And after a whole dreadful week, during which one has gone about everywhere with one's husband, just to show how absolutely lonely one was, he may be given a third last parting, in the evening, and then, if his conduct has been quite irreproachable, and one has behaved really badly to him, he should be allowed to admit that he has been entirely in the wrong, and when he has admitted that, it becomes a woman's duty to forgive, and one can do it all over again from the beginning, with variations.
LADY HUNSTANTON. How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.

... diálogo delicioso, num livro pequeno mas grande

Oscar Wilde. A woman of no importance

Muda de Vida

Muda de vida se tu não vives satisfeito
Muda de vida, estás sempre a tempo de mudar
Muda de vida, não deves viver contrafeito
Muda de vida, se há vida em ti a latejar

Ver-te sorrir eu nunca te vi
E a cantar, eu nunca te ouvi
Será de ti ou pensas que tens...
que ser assim?...

Olha que a vida não, não é nem deve ser
Como um castigo que tu terás que viver

António Variações

grande dia! :)

Inverno ao que parece

Turner, William (1775-1851)

sem título

E de dias lisboetas assim...
já em Fátima, a luz foi outra!

o homem e a máscara

Amadeo de Sousa Cardoso, " A Máscara do Olho Verde",

Óleo, 1915, Col. Sousa Cardoso.

Eu não sigo escola alguma. As escolas morreram.

Nós, os novos, só procuramos a originalidade

Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso em entrevista ao jornal "O Dia", 04.12.1916

Ninguém deixa de fazer uma obra de arte intensa por falta de técnica,

mas por falta de outra coisa chamada temperamento

carta de Amadeo de Souza-Cardoso ao tio Francisco Cardoso

ontem alguém fez anos e deu-me um presente a mim.

:)

ontem e hoje, Alguém que nasceu, dá o maior presente aos que O procuram.

Obrigada!

(a vida é mesmo bela!)