Ephemera e outras magias...

Neste dia , em 1487, surge, em Portugal, o primeiro livro impresso com caracteres móveis: o Pentateuco...

That's the way - Shellshock
Hold on!It's never enough
It's never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Don't give up the game until your heart stops beating
You call me on the phone, you left me all alone
All I get from you is shellshock
Another day goes by and all I do is cry
All I get from you is shellshock
I'd tell the world and save my soul
But rain falls down and I feel cold
A cold that sleeps within my heart
It tears the earth and sun apart
But that's the way that I can win
A victim of your evil sin
You've lost the hold you've had on me

By causing the changes that you never see
Hold on! It's never enough
It's never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Don't give up the game until your heart stops beating
When we walk through open doorways,
Counting time in one or more ways
We can't find our peace of mind
And life becomes a life of crime
And that's the day I call your name
I came to you, I called in vain
You lost the faith within your heart
The fire in your soul from the end to the start
Hold on!It's never enough
It's never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Don't give up the game until your heart stops beating

I've been good and I've been bad
But common sense I've never had
No matter how I try and try,
I hide the truth behind a lie
But that's the way that I can win
A victim of your evil sin
You lost the faith within your heart
The fire in your soul from the end to the start
Hold on!It's never enough
It's never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Don't give up the game until your heart stops beating

Neste dia, em 2017, o blogue Leituras inicia uma nova fase...

I've lived my life in the valleys, I've lived my life on the hills; I've lived my life on alcohol, I've lived my life on pills: it's called love, and it cuts your life like a broken knife (and this is no joke).



Um cantinho e um violão
Este amor, uma canção
Pra fazer feliz a quem se ama

Muita calma pra pensar
E ter tempo pra sonhar

Da janela vê-se o Corcovado
O Redentor que lindo

Quero a vida sempre assim com você perto de mim
Até o apagar da velha chama

E eu que era triste
Descrente desse mundo
Ao encontrar você eu conheci
O que é felicidade meu amor

A livraria Rodrigues, na rua do Ouro, foi fundada em 1863 como livraria... Até aos anos 1950/60, foi editora de livros escolares, com gráfica na retaguarda. Hoje é uma livraria renovada...

Dá-me espaço para respirar
Dá-me tempo para sofrer
Quero álcool para comer
Quero um muro para espancar
Até doer...
Dá-me ar
Quero vento para tentar
Quero luz só para me ver

Embora não sejam uma prioridade, a Ler Devagar de Alcântara vai ter alguns best-sellers, como Saramago ou Lobo Antunes. "Mas o que queremos mesmo ter é os catálogos inteiros das pequenas/médias editoras", refere José Pinho. E Paulo Coelho? "Vai ser difícil", responde o responsável pela Ler Devagar, entre risos.

Quero ferro para trincar
Quero olhar de frente o sol
Até queimar...
Dá-me ar...
Quero mais


Quero um trono para perder
Quero um quarto para gritar
Quero gente para roer
Quero um mundo para puxar
Até morrer...
Dá-me mais
Quero terra para comer



Quero deuses para lutar que o mais fácil é perder que o difícil é pensar em acordar Dá-me ar Dou-te cor Dou-te vidas para cantar Dou-te raiva para dançar por cima do que é meu Dá-me ar



So today I wrote a song for you
Cause a day can get so long
And I know its hard to make it through
When you say theres something wrong

So Im trying to put it right
Cause I want to love you with my heart
All this trying has made me tight
And I dont know even where to start
Maybe thats a start
Cause you know its a simple game
That you play filling up your head with rain
And you know you are hiding from your pain
In the way, in the way you say your name
And I see you

Hiding your face in your hands
Flying so you wont land
You think no one understands
No one understands
So you hunch your shoulders and you shake your head
And your throat is aching but you swear
No one hurts you, nothing could be sad
Anyway youre not here enough to care
And youre so tired you dont sleep at night
As your heart is trying to mend
You keep it quiet but you think you might
Disappear before the end
And its strange that you cannot find
Any strength to even try
To find a voice to speak your mind
When you do, all you wanna do is cry
Well maybe you should cry

And I see you hiding your face in your hands
Talking bout far-away lands
You think no one understands
Listen to my hands
And all of this life
Moves around you
For all that you claim
Youre standing still
You are moving too
You are moving too
You are moving too
I will move you

Fica no Chiado, mais precisamente nos números 73-75, a mais antiga livraria do mundo ainda em atividade: a Bertrand...

Daylight, I wake up feeling like you won't play right
I used to know but now, that shit don't feel right
It made me put away my pride
So long, you made a nigga wait for some, so long
You make it hard for a boy like that to know wrong
I'm wishing I could make this mine, oh
If you want it, yeah
You can have it, oh, oh, oh
If you need it, oooh

A Ferin existe desde 1840, o que faz dela a segunda livraria mais antiga de Lisboa. Além disso, é única livraria, com mais de 50 anos de história, que se tem mantido sempre na mesma família...

We can make it, oh
If you want it
You can have it
But stay woke
Niggas creepin'
They gon' find you
Gon' catch you sleepin' (oooh)
Now stay woke
Niggas creepin'
Now don't you close your eyes
Too late
You wanna make it right, but now it's too late


Fundada em 1913, mudou as suas instalações para a Rua Garrett em 1943... Por ali passaram grandes nomes da vida literária, como Aquilino Ribeiro ou Oliveira Martins, entre outros. Com a crise económica dos últimos anos chegaram as dificuldades. Após várias tentativas de parcerias e de venda, a livraria foi obrigada a cessar a actividade precisamente no ano do seu centenário, por ter sido declarada insolvente pelo Tribunal de Comércio. Entretanto, no final de Maio de 2014 reabriram-se as suas portas ao público, no âmbito da exposição “Do Sagrado na Arte – Evangelhos Comentados por Artistas”. Aproveitando a arquitectura interior e a decoração Art Deco, pelas mãos de Tomás Colaço o espaço foi novamente transformado em livraria – desta vez alfarrabista, sendo uma parte dos livros espólio da própria Sá da Costa – e mantém-se aberto até à data.

My peanut butter chocolate cake with Kool-Aid
I'm trying not to waste my time
If you want it, oh
You can have it, you can have it
If you need it
You better believe in something
We can make it
If you want it
You can have it, aaaaah!
But stay woke
Niggas creepin'
They gon' find you
Gon' catch you sleepin'

Put your hands up on me
Now stay woke
Niggas creepin'
Now don't you close your eyes
But stay woke
Niggas creepin'
They gon' find you
Gon' catch you sleepin' (oooh)
Now stay woke
Niggas creepin'
Now don't you close your eyes
Baby get so scandalous, oh
How'd it get so scandalous?

Oh, oh, baby you How'd it get How'd it get so scandalous? Ooh we get so scandalous But stay woke But stay woke Redbone