Hanging 2T

E lá bou eu de MOTOM

E voltou o calor. Em Viana estava esta "MOTOM" estacionada no jardim público durante uma feira de velharias. Provavelmente para vender... Não tenho carta de moto, mas a verdade é que não posso deixar de sentir uma atracção pela liberdade e gozo que dá andar, principalmente agora com tempo agradável. Se me der uma crise de meia idade em vez do Ferrari... quem sabe! Até que com o preço da gasolina uma mota sempre era mais poupadinha.

-- D.

0468 to Porto

Hemingway Never Did This

I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a
train and that they never were recovered.
I can't match the agony of this
but the other night I wrote a 3-page poem
upon this computer
and through my lack of diligence and
practice
and by playing around with commands
on the menu
I somehow managed to erase the poem
forever.
believe me, such a thing is difficult to do
even for a novice
but I somehow managed to do
it.

now I don't think this 3-pager was immortal
but there were some crazy wild lines,
now gone forever.
it bothers more than a touch, it's some-
thing like knocking over a good bottle of
wine.

and writing about it hardly makes a good
poem.
still, I thought somehow you'd like to
know?

if not, at least you've read this far
and there could be better work
down the line.

let's hope so, for your sake
and
mine.

-- Charles Bukowski

A dobra do tridente

Enquanto esperamos que a Leica lance hoje nova máquinas que só alguns (dentistas, jogadores da bola, actores de hollywood) podem comprar lá vamos brincando com aquilo que a bolsa permite (e já permite bastante).

Máquinas

Mini-Train Leaving Now to Porto

Yes, yes, I know that in English Porto is called Oporto, but I never understood that O before the P of Porto. I don't say Olondon... Well I'm sure that there's a good reason for that O there, but I don't like it... :)

Last call, train is leaving...

Ferradura