dis is how i use nostr :thisisfine:
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Β«Honk, honk!Β» β Harpo Marx
α΅α΅β±Λ’ α΅α΅ α΅α΅Λ’αΆα΅Κ³α΅ βΏα΅Λ’α΅Κ³β±βΏΚ°α΅ α΅α΅β±Λ£α΅ Κ³α΅βΏα΅α΅ α΅ α΅α΅Λ’α΅α΅βΏα΅α΅α΅α΅
β οΈοΈ α΅α΅α΅Κ³αΆΛ’α΅α΅α΅α΅ β οΈοΈ
I'm not on Bluesky / NΓ£o tenho conta no Bluesky
α΅α΅Κ·α΅Κ³α΅ α΅αΆ Λ’αΆα΅α΅α΅α΅Κ³Λ’ / αΆα΅β±α΅α΅α΅α΅ αΆα΅α΅ α΅α΅Λ‘α΅β±Λ’α΅α΅Λ’
Intermezzo:
(David Mazzucchelli, Still Life)
(David Mazzucchelli, Still Life)
Laço temporal :rollercoaster:
#timeloop
Tiago Cavaco, A BΓblia em estado animal:
Peter Paul Rubens, Vier studies van het hoofd van een Moor [Quatro estudos da cabeça de um mouro] (1614/1616):
CΓ©sar Camargo Mariano & HΓ©lio Delmiro, Samambaia (1981):
Octavio Mora, Ulisses:
Β«O futebol brasileiro nunca foi apenas um esporte. Ele expressa uma maneira de ver o mundo, de produzir arte e de imaginar seus herΓ³is.Β»
Apesar de eu mesmo nΓ£o acompanhar nada de futebol e torcer pela seleção brasileira um tanto contrangido pelas Β«heranΓ§as de Γmpetos impurosΒ» da raΓ§a, partilho este interessante vΓdeo do Pedro de Almendra:
Ferreira Gullar em trecho de Β«A vida nΓ£o bastaΒ» (2013), de Caio Tozzi e Pedro Ferrarini:
La Maquina de Hacer PΓ‘jaros, Como mata el viento norte:
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Como Mata el Viento Norte by La Maquina De Hacer PΓ‘jaros
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Jalen Ngonda, Doctrine of love:
Sinfonietta: I. Allegretto - Allegro maestoso (LeoΕ‘ JanΓ‘Δek):
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Sinfonietta: I. Allegretto - Allegro maestoso (Fanfare) - Live by LeoΕ‘ JanΓ‘Δek, Leon Botstein, American Symphony Orchestra
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Perle Fine, Midnight (1942):
Alexandre Pushkin, Arion
(Translated from the Russian by Seamus Heaney)
We were all hard at it in the boat,
Some of us up tightening sail,
Some down at the heave and haul
Of the rowing benches, deeply cargoed,
Steady keeled, our passage silent,
The helmsman buoyant at the helm;
And I, who took it all for granted,
Sang to the sailors.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Then turbulent
Sudden wind, a maelstrom:
The helmsman and the sailors perished.
Only I, still singing, washed
Ashore by the long sea-swell, sing on,
A mystery to my poet self,
And safe and sound beneath a rock shelf
Have spread my wet clothes in the sun.