Arte Urbana (Bairro Troino, Setúbal) - 2013
terça-feira, 29 de maio de 2018
A comparative look at the brain sizes of different species.
(via Frontiers)
Brain size is interesting if you compare it to body size. The larger the body, the more brain is needed to control it (muscles, glands, sensation etc.), but it is not a constant relationship. Humans have a brain-body mass ratio of 1/40. Horses 1/600. Small birds 1/14.
(via Frontiers)
Brain size is interesting if you compare it to body size. The larger the body, the more brain is needed to control it (muscles, glands, sensation etc.), but it is not a constant relationship. Humans have a brain-body mass ratio of 1/40. Horses 1/600. Small birds 1/14.
Nem tu nem eu temos verdadeiramente a certeza de um e de outro. Sabemos pouco, que existem ruas e cafés por onde tentamos adivinhar realidades frágeis / partilhar gotas de chuva e sedentos silêncios. Imaginar a respiração dos teus lábios é abraçar o naufrágio- Mas porque não voltar a confiar o corpo a uma ilha? uma palavra pode abrir as portas do mundo de par em par.
Francisco Vieira
Francisco Vieira
segunda-feira, 28 de maio de 2018
Bluebird
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Bukowski
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?
Bukowski
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