Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Wishes &c.

P Another year is drawing to a close, and shall never return. The past is forever past, and set in stone. Our bodies grow ever older.
P The future is, however, still the mollusc of our choice. What we do next is ours to decide, imagination being the limit. Our lives are what we make of them, and I, for one, wish to strive for to make things ever better.

Thursday, 16 December 2010


I realise that very few people actually read my blog, but if you (yes, you) read this in the next few days, I wish you happy holidays (and lots of chocolate).

Subversive Pigeons

Thursday, 9 December 2010

Friday, 5 November 2010


Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.

Tuesday, 5 October 2010

One Century Of Deadness And Counting

P The country is dead.
P Or, at least, that is how it feels.
P People feel completely detached from politics, which is not unusual in itself, but the country is devoid of spirit; there is just a string of meaningless, self-absorbed men in suits ands ties going through the organs of government like termites through a wooden house or the plague through a mediaeval town, making everything ever worse, bit by bit. Stupid and misguided people, all useless, and all exactly the same.
P Which reminds me of the Weeds intro, in an emo sort of way.
P But I have hope, silly young me. I still believe that Portugal can be revived, restored, made into something decent, a kingdom with a soul, instead of just something that is not quite Spain and is not quite anything else specific either.
P Despite being Portuguese, I still believe in Portugal.

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Happy Birthday To Me

P Dinner with my grandparents and a bunch of cousins and, 300km later, supper with my aunt and uncle.
P And a teensy bit of champagne.

Monday, 13 September 2010

A Year Of...

... What?
P A year without my mother.
P I don't know what to say, or think, or anything.

Sunday, 29 August 2010

My Peeps

Aurélia - R. I. P.
Aurélia - R. I. P.
Louisa Antonietta
Louisa Antonietta
Leo again, curious about the camera.
My Mouse
One of my mice


Tuesday, 27 July 2010

Pound Cake...

... that I made, with my grandmother's precious assistance, according to my recipe. Yum.

Chicken Soup

P Partly-frozen chicken soup to be exact. My grandmother had put it at the back of the fridge. We are still experiencing mild bouts of giggling.
P I have now tasted the soup. It is delicious.


A Bit Of A Dutch Angle Seagull House Hibiscus Leão

Sunday, 27 June 2010

Friday, 18 June 2010

Light Grows Dimmer

P José Saramago is dead. I do not know how to feel. I like his books, and I like to think that I understand them - which sets me apart. He was a great man, strong of heart and mind. The literature that is to be is poorer to be robbed of him; I can only hope that people everywhere shall know to appreciate what he did give us up to now.

Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Wallowing In Mediocrity

P The country is limping like a man with a sleeping leg who still has to walk to work. Kindergartens are closed but children's parents are not being given the day off, which makes for an interesting situation. Thursday should be worse.
P There is no memory of this having happened with the head of any other state, but, whenever the man in white comes, there is... strangeness. This is a secular state, but certain things are still very much controlled by certain minds.
P What is interesting is that everyone (literally everyone) to whom I have spoken disapproves of this. Seeing as I am told that we are in a democracy, I wonder what sort of idiots are running the country.

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Bananas and Crescent Moons...

P Has anyone else noticed the similarity?... And were they ever seen together?

Monday, 29 March 2010

Sunset, Sunrise

P I am now legally qualified to drive. Yay.
P How great is this picture that I took? A sunset over the Atlantic.

Saturday, 13 March 2010

One Year Of The Interregnum Chronicles

P This blog is now one year old, and I feel that I haven't accomplished much.
P This past year was fraught with changes and heartache. I lost my mother six months ago to-day, and this is the first I've been able to write about that; there are other posts, but they are just titles, and nothing else. The pain does not go away, it just grows duller, like a knife that keeps slicing into my flesh.
P My grandmother burned herself in the kitchen, and my great-aunt fell and broke seven ribs and punctured a lung. They are better, now.
P Two of my cats died, and they can never be replaced.
P This excellent lady left the most heartwarming comment on my other blog, but that was on the day my mother died, and I haven't had the heart to reciprocate.
P "Have a great Sunday," she said. Sob.
P I do hope that this new year spread out before me shall be better. I cannot imagine how it could be worse.

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

Thursday, 28 January 2010

A Poem For The Perfect Woman

Free Pics View Photos Flower Pics

A Classic Rendering of Some Trees in Caledonia

I whisper and sigh for thee in the Darkness –

Perhaps I should tell thee how I feel…

Loneliness compelleth me away from thee,

Away to a place of Sorrow everlasting;

Of what there was once much, and is now little,

There should be more – seeing thee, speaking,

Verily causing a smile to grow upon thy lips,

Redness across thy cheeks – mirth, however fickle,

Elven purity upon thy elven brow – joy…

I would honour thee forever, and forever serve thee,

Yet I know myself unworthy of thy Grace –

Celebrate thee as I might, thyn Argent brow

Obfuscateth my very Essence – know this, though:

I do adore thee, worship thee, love thee…

Uphill may be the Way to thee, but I shall be thine always,

And I shall never falter.

Wednesday, 27 January 2010