Queria tanto ir para um hotelzinho charmoso no meio da natureza e com um spa para poder passar os dias mais cinzentos do fim de semana que aí vem entre o quarto, a piscina aquecida, a massagem e um passeio na natureza...
Mas parece que por esse Portugal fora muitos já queriam isso antes de mim e anteciparam-se a esgotar todos os pequeninos esconderijos zen....
Aborrecida...muito aborrecida...
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sexta-feira, 2 de outubro de 2009
terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2009
O meu braço direito voltou de férias...
...e entrou num turbilhão imediato que arrasou os dois meses da sua ausência... Ainda por cima contribuí substancialmente para isso ao contar-lhe as últimas novidades aqui do sítio :-(
quarta-feira, 2 de setembro de 2009
O fim do Verão e o regresso a casa
Um mini filme animado que vale a pena ver aqui
"Summer always feels endless until it suddenly ends. For kids, there is no greater tragedy than summer’s end. September is the Monday of months. It’s back to school, back to work and back to the city. It means goodbye to all the lush and gaudy greens of the countryside and a return to the sober monochromes of the city. Summer memories will be distilled to sketchy highlights and photos downloaded to rarely visited computer folders.
The last drive home has a special melancholy. The roads and landscapes that had grown so familiar slip past for the last time, turning into memories before your eyes. It will all feel a million miles away the moment you get home, and yet there it is flickering past your window, a stream of instant nostalgia."
In New York Times Online - 31 August 2009
"Summer always feels endless until it suddenly ends. For kids, there is no greater tragedy than summer’s end. September is the Monday of months. It’s back to school, back to work and back to the city. It means goodbye to all the lush and gaudy greens of the countryside and a return to the sober monochromes of the city. Summer memories will be distilled to sketchy highlights and photos downloaded to rarely visited computer folders.
The last drive home has a special melancholy. The roads and landscapes that had grown so familiar slip past for the last time, turning into memories before your eyes. It will all feel a million miles away the moment you get home, and yet there it is flickering past your window, a stream of instant nostalgia."
In New York Times Online - 31 August 2009
sexta-feira, 31 de julho de 2009
terça-feira, 28 de julho de 2009
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