You are a bit old skull.

(And my jokes have just reached new levels of utter misery) 

You are a bit old skull.

(And my jokes have just reached new levels of utter misery) 

Would you mind if I bother you once more with my new town and its beauty?

Would you mind if I bother you once more with my new town and its beauty?

The River Jamor crossing the gardens of the royal Palace of Queluz. Or a moment of beauty in a city that lacks beauty as… well, as I do. 

The River Jamor crossing the gardens of the royal Palace of Queluz. Or a moment of beauty in a city that lacks beauty as… well, as I do. 

I think a bicycle is starting to make all the sense in the world…

I think a bicycle is starting to make all the sense in the world…

I am a feminist. I’ve been female for a long time now. I’d be stupid not to be on my own side. Maya Angelou (via perfect)

(via back-to-the-future-flowers)

gennaiv:

Keeping The Frontier Safe For Women And Children: I’m a woman now but I was a child when I took this photo and that may be why I’ve always been so proud of it. It was two months before my 12th birthday and I doubt I was supposed to be inside the ruins of that building but I eluded the safety police and got the shot I wanted. Fort Davis has a colorful history and served as the headquarters of the 4 Buffalo Soldier units until 1885. They kept the frontier safe for men, too, protecting the southern Overland Route to California.

gennaiv:

Keeping The Frontier Safe For Women And Children: I’m a woman now but I was a child when I took this photo and that may be why I’ve always been so proud of it. It was two months before my 12th birthday and I doubt I was supposed to be inside the ruins of that building but I eluded the safety police and got the shot I wanted. Fort Davis has a colorful history and served as the headquarters of the 4 Buffalo Soldier units until 1885. They kept the frontier safe for men, too, protecting the southern Overland Route to California.

Não sei mais me abraçar, perdi os encantos em meus beijos. Meus olhos ainda claros, mas apagados, sem brilho. Minhas faltas aumentam. Não sei mais me conter, mas estou contido em um espaço só meu, vazio, sem cores. Perdi meus toques, minha inocência se refugiou em um canto dentre desse meu encanto, que está tão perdido que nem eu acho mais. Eu acredito que parti, que vivo vidas por décadas, daqui 10 anos me renovo, ou me repito. Julio Venori.   (via flores-em-versos)

(via flores-em-versos)

Como é que se pode gostar do verdadeiro no falso? Amizade com ilusão de desilusão. Vida muito esponjosa. Eu passava fácil, mas tinha sonhos, que me afadigavam. Dos de que a gente acorda devagar. O amor? Pássaro que põe ovos de ferro. João Guimarães Rosa; in Grande Sertão: Veredas  (via quantoestvita)

(via quantoestvita)

palavrejos:

Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos. Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer. O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer.


O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde 
não se espera mais nada em troca. 

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Pretty flowers from the South.

Pretty flowers from the South.

A souvenir from a previous September (actually, the last one): The Convent of Santa Clara The Old (Santa Clara-a-Velha). A place I always wanted to visit and that did not disappointed me when I visited it… and it’s nice to know that reality can match or even beat our highest expectations.

A souvenir from a previous September (actually, the last one): The Convent of Santa Clara The Old (Santa Clara-a-Velha). A place I always wanted to visit and that did not disappointed me when I visited it… and it’s nice to know that reality can match or even beat our highest expectations.

Algarve is not 100% Portugal. This place, for instance, wouldn’t be more english if there was a picture of the Queen on the floor.

(It´s a shame prices are not in pounds and pence…)

Algarve is not 100% Portugal. This place, for instance, wouldn’t be more english if there was a picture of the Queen on the floor.

(It´s a shame prices are not in pounds and pence…)

“Na “mulher interessante”, a beleza é secundária, irrelevante e, mesmo, indesejável. A beleza interessa nos primeiros quinze dias; e morre, em seguida, num insuportável tédio visual. Era preciso que alguém fosse, de mulher em mulher, anunciando:
– “Ser bonita não interessa. Seja interessante!”
— Nelson Rodrigues. (via flores-em-versos)

(via flores-em-versos)

Como um fantasma que se refugia
Na solidão da natureza morta,
Por trás dos ermos túmulos, um dia,
Eu fui refugiar-me à tua porta!

Fazia frio e o frio que fazia
Não era esse que a carne nos contorta…
Cortava assim como em carniçaria
O aço das facas incisivas corta!

Mas tu não vieste ver minha Desgraça!
E eu saí, como quem tudo repele,
— Velho caixão a carregar destroços —

Levando apenas na tumba carcaça
O pergaminho singular da pele
E o chocalho fatídico dos ossos!

Solitário, Augusto dos Anjos.  (via oxigenio-dapalavra)

(via oxigenio-dapalavra)