Crise. Preços sobrem, cortes nos ordenados, corte nos subsidios. E as férias? as viagens? como estão os vossos planos para os próximos tempos?
pergunta da edreams no facebook, possivelmente em reposicionamento de estratégia. outras viagens: a Ostende via Hippolyte Bayard. as de Andres Gonzalez, via Seesaw Mag.
"The passenger steps out onto the overcast deck and remembers a line. Soft was the sun. The wind to his back, he is facing the stern and an endless trail of thoughts drifting away from him towards the horizon. He wants no words, only to enjoy the delicate anticipation of a moment waiting to reveal itself. What are the limits of language? This is the mind, felt, not spoken. He makes a photograph of a seagull, and does not resist the emotion that brings.
There is a town passing by on the starboard side of the ship, the mind-boggling, awe-inspiring, crazy-making, world of people. He is happy for the distance, but knows that the idea of separation is an illusion. Everything exists according to the laws of nature. There is a core, it seems. The sea turns grey for a moment, the lights from the town slowly dimming, overtaken by fog. He makes another photograph of the fading light, the soft presence of time. The ship begins to slow, ahead a port, another journey."
ou de Ida Borg. antevejo com ansiedade a possibilidade de ver Pater , por um lado, e a segunda parte das naturezas-mortas na Gulbenkian. num mundo expansivo e sofisticadamente inatingível, a última opção pode ser olhar intimamente, baixar a escala até que seja impossível avistar o todo ou até uma parte coerente. talvez daí esse sentimento de estranheza ou de estrangement. por exemplo (em Temporarily Deranged)
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