M.

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl


Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time


Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake, I let precious time go by
Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can't deny
What happened to the wonderful adventures
The places I had planned for us to go
(Slipping through my fingers all the time)
Well, some of that we did but most we didn't
And why I just don't know


Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers

Slipping through my fingers all the time
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

RIP

" Suportei as rodas baixas da fortuna, partilhei a humilhação da diáspora dos portugueses de África, conheci o exílio no Brasil e em Espanha. Aprendi a levar a pátria na sola dos sapatos."

Maria José Nogueira Pinto

Pausa

"All that is gold does not glitter;
Not all those that wander are lost."
J.R.R.Tolkien

Um dia....

"Memories wash over you like a tremendous wave. Take this opportunity to write everything down, while the images are clear. You can turn these scenes into a powerful story or memoir."

S@x in the City

Mint Hotel Birmingham

Curiosidades

Numa das minhas idas à loja da caridade, encontrei um pequeno guia do Peak District novinho em folha que facilmente cativou a minha atenção. Assim descobri este fantástico local:  Crich Tramway Village. 

A ideia está muito bem concebida. Um museum com vários espaços cobertos e ao ar livre para explorar os Eléctricos através dos tempos. Há zonas dedicadas aos mais pequenos e áreas para picnic se o bom tempo permitir.

Mas o momento alto foi quanto nos deparamos com estes dois magnificos exemplares Portugueses: o 9 e o 273 que fazia o percurso do Infante, ambos do Porto*  e que me trouxe recordações dos tempos de estudante em que apanhava o eléctrico da Avenida da Boavista para a Foz, (e que parece ter desaparecido totalmente).

* Foi-nos explicado que o facto de nao possuirem eléctricos do Sul deve-se à diferença de medidas que existe no diametro das rodas entre os Eléctricos do Porto e os de Lisboa (algo que eu desconhecia).

The Peaks