6 de novembro de 2007

Before the Winter...

I'm always complaining about this country, always pointing the finger at what I think is wrong, always saying we're ruled by a bunch of morons, that I often forget the wonderful things this country has to offer and that make me realise (to my great surprise, trust me) I'm a first class patriot when I'm abroad and missing the light of Lisbon.
Where else would we find a sky like this in November?
This picture was taken a few minutes ago and the sky is so bright and clear, so deep, it makes us want to get lost in it or just spend hours looking at it and daydreaming (if only we could afford that in our busy lives...).
And where else would we baptise this atmospheric phenomenon of having a few sunny days before Winter strikes as "Verão de S. Martinho"? The English call it Indian Summer, but what is that compared to the poetics in "St. Martin's Summer"? And all the allusions to the miracle performed by the saint in sharing his cloak with a shivering beggar? It had to be here!
By this time of the year, Mum used to tell us the story of St. Martin and the beggar and each year it had new colours, a touch of novelty about it. Winter was coming ferocious and cold, but before that there was the Sun it its remaining glory and then all Nature would fall asleep.
Sometimes it is good to remember the cliché that "all good things in life are for free" and that this blessed sky is ours to the envy of the world.

To Mum. In Memoriam.

10 comentários:

bluegift disse...

blonde, advinha de onde vem a inspiração para o nome "bluegift"? Pois, nem a propósito. Haverá maior beleza que a do Azul do céu e do mar? Não. E em Lisboa é uma dádiva, uma verdadeira dádiva. Nem imaginas as saudades que tenho desse imenso Azul. Aqui sou presenteada quase todos os dias com um imenso cinzentão... :(

Blondwithaphd disse...

Blue,

I know the feeling! I don't come from that far from there so I know what's like to spend weeks and weeks without seeing the sun.
Again, wonderful name you chose! Portuguese "blue" is indeed a "gift"!

sniqper ® disse...

Gude naite,
Ai laike iuor blog, ate ai donte sepike inglisxe véri uelle...
Four dize ai donte andacertende natinke, ite ize a piti, ife iu uone dei raite ine portuguize...
Meibi ai undarsetende, bute ai laike iour raite...

quintarantino disse...

Miss Blondie (hope you don´t mind me calling you like this), I guess you have a point there. About the blue sky. But our problem is when our eyes stop looking at the sky and start watching the ground. I guess you know what I mean.
Between us, I also liked the beauty of letting us know that you have writen thinking of your Mum.

Blondwithaphd disse...

Dear Sniqper,

No problemo you compreendate nothing! Obrigated for coming:)
Eu gostaire da mensagem!

Blondwithaphd disse...

Dear Quinn (hope you don't mind either I call you like this!),

The problem is that we're afraid that if we don't look to the ground we might stumble and fall. What crazy world.

quintarantino disse...

Blondie... you guys are talking what? Mob italian guy in New York?

Blondwithaphd disse...

Quinn,

it's the power of language! If I spoke in German, könntest Du das verstehen? Thought so:)

quintarantino disse...

Tuss takken!!
Try to guess what it is, Blondie...

Blondwithaphd disse...

Finish?!
No idea, guess I'm in for a surprise! Shoot the moon!