O caminho para a verdade é a experiência

deixar que aconteça
mas
colocar-me a jeito, no meio da confusão de hoje

para ser cristão é preciso ser um génio, para descobrir no meio de todos os homens o Homem.. ser um génio, isto é, ter uma humanidade, uma sede, um desejo do nosso coração que faz reconhecer Quem nos sacia.
para reconhecer Jesus Cristo, é preciso que o homem seja verdadeiramente homem!
D. Julian Carrón

Lisboa 30Março2007

esta Lisboa - II

Chiado, Lisboa | Fevereiro 2006
© Inês C.

perspectiva expressionista

Kristus and the Woman Caught in Adultery (1918)
by Karl Schmidt-Rottluff
woodcut, 49.8 x 39.7 cm

(...) There is overwhelming tension between darkness and light; indeed, the light is only punctualbut intense. Schmidt-Rottluff's Jesus confronts people, overwhelming but not overpowering them.He is the beacon of salvation and transformation, touching people with his holy hand. (...) in

Christ and the Woman Taken in Adultery(1917)
by Max Beckmann
Oil on canvas 58 3/4 x 49 7/8 in.

This picture could almost be called "a drama of hands." The variety and expressiveness of these hands and their gestures are incredible. If one could see nothing but Jesus' right hand, one would know that here a poor soul is being received into the mild, deep space of divine protection. Christ's left hand, shaped like an elongated Gothic arch, defends the sinner, pushing back insults and menaces. These gently energetic, almost elegant hands are counterpointed by the passive, soft hands of the adulteress praying in quiet confidence. The mocking, cruelly aggressive forefinger of the clownish scoffer; the rude fists shaking furiously in the air on the left; the lancer's hands bent back by the impact of the crowd's hatred_this is an assembly of characters in the shape of hands. (...) in

filho pródigo

O regresso do filho pródigo

Rembrandt

c. 1662 (210 Kb); Oil on canvas, 262 x 206 cm;

The Hermitage, St. Petersburg

lido

IV

(...)

I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.

But their were those amongst us all
Who walked with downcast head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived
Whilst they had killed the dead.

For he who sins a second time
Wakes a dead soul to pain,
And draws it from its spotted shroud,
And makes it bleed again,
And makes it bleed great gouts of blood
And makes it bleed in vain!

(...)

They think a murderer's heart would taint
Each simple seed they sow.
It is not true! God's kindly earth
Is kindlier than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.

Out of his mouth a red, red rose!
Out of his heart a white!
For who can say by what strange way,
Christ brings his will to light,
Since the barren staff the pilgrim bore
Bloomed in the great Pope's sight?

But neither milk-white rose nor red
May bloom in prison air;
The shard, the pebble, and the flint,
Are what they give us there:
For flowers have been known to heal
A common man's despair.

So never will wine-red rose or white,
Petal by petal, fall
On that stretch of mud and sand that lies
By the hideous prison-wall,
To tell the men who tramp the yard
That God's Son died for all.

(...)

Oscar Wilde. The Ballad of Reading Gaol.

Quaresma III

Senhor, Palavra Viva
Senhor, Tu me conheces
Não deixes que eu na vida
Te perca, Te deixe

esta Lisboa - I

Lisboa | Março 2007
© Inês C.

transfiguração reversa

province of the brave

© Inês C.

Suddenly, all your history's ablaze
Try to breathe as the world disintegrates
Just like autumn leaves we're in for change
Holding tenderly to what remains
And all your memories are as precious as gold
And all the honey, and the fire which you've stole
Have you running through all your red-cheeked days
Shaking loose these souls, from their sacred hiding space

Hold your heart courageously
As we walk into this dark place
Stand steadfast erect and see
That love is the province of the brave

Province - TV On The Radio



Porque a Quaresma só pode ser tempo de verdade e bravura.
Especialmente durante a solidão.

em quaresma

Perdoa, Senhor, o nosso dia
a ausência de gestos corajosos
a fraqueza dos actos consentidos
a vida dos momentos mal-amados

Perdoa o espaço que Te não demos
perdoa porque não nos libertámos
perdoa as correntes que pusemos
em Ti, Senhor, porque não ousámos

Contudo, faz-nos sentir
perdoar é esquecer a antiga guerra
e, partindo, recomeçar de novo
como o sol que sempre beija a terra.

minnie

meninas hoje vamos sair?

:)

hey james!

em www.tonra.com

mistério

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!)

3 pianos

"A experiência, para os três músicos e para todos quantos testemunharam a sua performance, foi de tal modo marcante, que a reedição do espectáculo se impunha de modo incontornável."

www.incubadoradartes.com

foi tão bom que só não me deixou entusiasmada porque as expectativas já eram altas.

venha o cd! :)

Fátima ou "Quem acredita nunca está só"

caminhar à noite
aceitar ser cuidada
estar disponível para conhecer o Outro nos outros

rezar, cafezar, brincar, conversar, dar-me

lutar contra o mal em mim
reconhecer as cedências
lutar novamente contra o mal em mim
reconhecer-me no passado e no longe
permitir a solidão e permitir o encontro

"ser como o pecador que nem ousa levantar o olhar ao céu" e arriscar-me na confiança da Misericórdia de Deus, com a Santa Teresinha, no caminho dos pequeninos

Meu Deus, eu creio, adoro, espero e amo-Vos
peço-Vos perdão para os que não creêm, não adoram, não esperam e não Vos
amam