Posted 1:34 PM by Pedro
Epilogo
There is one last thing I have to ask you to do. This is purely for my own enjoyment and I hope, for yours. Would you sing the Battle Hymn Of The Republic with me, please?
intro on Battle Hymn Of The Republic, Joan Baez In Concert Part 2

Battle Hymn Of The Republic
(Julia Ward Howe) Public Domain

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my grace shall deal;"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

Posted 1:19 PM by Pedro
Nao recordo o primeiro post que fiz aqui no De Esquerda. Nem sequer recordo o ultimo post que aqui fiz, o que traduz a realidade do nosso blog e de muitos outros. Recordo, no entanto, que apos a entrada dos politicos e dos jornalistas profissionais na blogsfera, ter dito ao Manuel que a blogsfera tinha entrado em fase terminal. Pelo menos a blogsfera que nos entusiasmou e que nos fez querer partilhar aquilo que exprimiamos em privado. O De Esquerda chega ao fim, e o De Direita tambem. E caso para dizer que o Flecha Vermelha chegou a estacao.



O meu Obrigado e Boa viagem!

A blogsfera mudou e nos tambem nos adaptamos. Partimos para outros projectos, com os mesmos recursos limitados e a mesma vontade imensa de ajudar a mudar o mundo.

This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
(as palavras de Frank Scott na voz de sempre de Leonard Cohen, em qualquer loja de discos perto de si)

Posted 5:54 PM by Pedro
On connait la chanson ou Porque e que nunca se demite ninguem da GNR quando os resultados das Operacoes Vida sao o desastre que se ve?

Diz o site do Publico que desde a madrugada de sexta-feira ja morreram 12 pessoas nas estradas portuguesas. Diz tambem "A GNR vai utilizar nesta operação radares fotográficos, alcoolímetros, um helicóptero e viaturas descaracterizadas equipadas com vídeo". E mais Nesta operação, que se prolongará até às 24h00 de terça-feira, os agentes da GNR estarão mais atentos à "condução agressiva, excesso de velocidade, condução sob o efeito do álcool e outras manobras que constituem infracções graves e muito graves".

E espantoso como quase nunca falam do estado das luzes das viaturas, ou do estado do piso das autoestradas. Os maus da fita sao sempre quem conduz a mais de 120 Km/h, nunca e quem conduz com os maximos ligados porque e pitosgas, quem leva o farol de nevoeiro traseiro ligado porque chove ou quem conduz colado a traseira da nossa viatura porque assim nao tem de prestar atencao a estrada. Eu continuo a achar que a policia nunca esta quando e precisa, que nunca multa quem conduz com os farois de nevoeiro ligados e quem acha que porque tem um camiao pesado tem direito aos "recorde" dos 120 km/h e a ultrapassar nas subidas a jogo de computador.

Se calhar a policia ate multa esta gente, mas eu devo confessar que nunca vi.

E tao mais facil dizer que os culpados sao sempre os mesmos. Eu gostava de ver o chefe maior da GNR a pedir desculpa na televisao por nao conseguir obter resultados, e colocar o lugar a disposicao para quem apresentasse ideias novas e apresentasse resultados. E sempre a mesma cantiga, os suspeitos do costume e o desastre de sempre. On connait la chanson mas eu gostava de ver esta politica da caca a multa ser substituida por outra mais sensata. Digam-me que os carros actuais sao mais inseguros, que as estradas que construimos sao piores, que nao podemos ter velocidades maximas variaveis em funcao das condicoes do piso/atmosfera, em funcao dos condutores, que nas estradas nao existem paineis luminosos, que nada daquilo que eu vejo existe, e eu ate talvez concorde com o que faz a GNR para manter os portugueses vivos. Ate la, meus amigos, eu sou contra.

Quando uma equipa tecnica nao tem resultados, sai. E assim no governo, nas empresas, no desporto. Chama-se eficiencia.

Posted 12:51 PM by Pedro
Eh eh

Posted 2:14 PM by Manuel Pinheiro
«(...)
Por eso me da tanta pena ver las pancartas en las manifestaciones y los gritos dirigidos a unos asesinos que no escuchan, que no pueden escuchar, de la misma manera que entraron y salieron de esos trenes sin ver a nadie. Sin darse cuenta de nada. Gritarle a un asesino es como cantarle al fuego, el fuego se apaga o nos consume, no se le calma ni se le convence ni se negocia con él, al fuego si siquiera se le insulta. No vale de nada.

(...)

Y conviene decirlo, porque a la izquierda progresista enseguida se nos va la cabeza y acabamos llamando a los terroristas del 11 de Septiembre -lo leí en su día con indignación, kamikazes de la miserfia y eufemismos similares.

Y es que la izquierda ha, hemos, perdido pie desde hace tiempo, entre la nostalgia de las barricadas, el progresismo de salón, la libertad de expresión amenazada, el chapote instrumental, el pensamiento pegatina, las canciones protesta, la arrogante superioridad moral, la paja en el ojo ajeno y la viga en el propio.

(...)

En cuanto a mi colectivo, intelectuales y artistas, como nos llama Savater, deberíamos hacer un esfuerzo por dejar de poner a salvo el alma roja y bajar la mirada hacia el rojo de la sangre.

Ya lo decía Evtushenko:
A la izquierda compañeros, siempre a la izquierda, pero nunca más a la izquierda de vuestro propio corazón.»
Ray Loriga, Escritos (publicado no El País)

Posted 5:28 PM by Pedro
Politica Regional, ou 'O que e preciso e ser mesmo bom'

This is the story of :
Six college kids. Straight out of the University of Texas.

1971. Instead of getting real jobs, they go into advertising. Instead of making money, they start their own agency. Instead of using their heads, they stay in Austin. Instead of failing, they succeed.





There is pain in art.
There is also healing.
Prison art auction
to end child abuse.



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Stop. Go. Pennzoil.



Flying from Phoenix to these nonstop destinations and beyond.

Posted 5:20 PM by Pedro
Better luck next time.



The Porto game was disappointing to say the least. I didn't really think we deserved it over the two legs. It was a bit of a body blow.

I left my seat just before the end of the game, with United leading 1-0. I was making my way to the MUTV studio with Joe Jordan and I said to him, "Well, we're there, and the good thing is that we've kept a clean sheet." Suddenly I heard a roar from a small section of the ground. You didn't need to be Einstein to work out it was the Porto supporters.

It's very disappointing because it's not as if you're playing against one of the top sides in the competition.

www.manutd.com

Posted 4:45 PM by Pedro
When the phone rings, who would you most like it to be? And who would you most hate it to be? Who is the first person that comes into your mind, at that moment?

The two of them would lurch from pub to pub from lunchtime until midnight, laughing at everything. He had no other friends like this, because there are some conversations you can only have with certain people.

But I can’t stay with her
What about your parents?
I’m over forty! They’re dying, they make me take my shoes off when they see me! They-

You remember when I brought that girl round one afternoon-
The eighteen-year-old?
She wanted your advice on getting into the media. You fucked her on the table in front of me.
The media got into her.
Indeed. Can you remember what you wore, who you pretended to be, and what you said?
What did I say?
It was your happiest moment
It was a laugh.
One of our best.
One of many
They slapped hands
The next day she left me.
Sensible girl.
We’d exploited her. She had a soul which you were disrespectful to. I just wanted to say, I love you, man, even if you are a bastard.

Friendship was the recurring idea in R. mind. He recalled some remarks of Montaigne. ‘If I were pressed to say why I love him, I feel that my only reply could be, “because it was he, because it was I”.’ Also, ‘Friendship is enjoyed even as it is desired; it is bred, nourished and increased only by enjoyment, since it is a spiritual thing and the soul is purified by its practice.’

He would see something absurdly expensive – a suit, computers, cameras, cars, apartments – and dare himself to buy it, simply to discover what the consequences of such recklessness might be. How much fun could you have before everything went mad?

Life had become like a party at the end of the world. He was sick of it, as one mat grow sick of champagne or of kicking a dead body. It was over, and there was nothing. If there was to be anything it had to be made anew.

All the same, it is easy to understand how casual and underestimated married love can be. You can talk about other things while you're doing it. It isn't athletic. You can drift. It is an amicable way of confirming everything is all right.

Posted 2:31 PM by Pedro


NASA's Terra satellite, part of the Earth Observing System, captured this photograph of a solar eclipse covering part of Antarctica on November 23, 2003. The image was taken with the satellite's MODIS, or Moderate Resolution Imaging Spectroradiometer instrument.

Posted 7:41 PM by Pedro
Ver para crer



A 87-minute time trip, filmed in one uninterrupted take covering nearly a mile of the Hermitage.