tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72991384954265033342024-03-13T17:15:45.938+00:00Lisboa Antiga"Olhai senhores...esta Lisboa de outras eras."José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.comBlogger339125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-40923385873112271872016-07-25T11:59:00.000+01:002016-07-25T11:59:16.071+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />Do Tejo e para o Tejo, escadas velhas que o tempo não destruiu, degraus de pedra que nos levam ao MNAA, às Janelas Verdes, a parte da Lisboa antiga que persiste e resiste à modernização que vai descaracterizando a traça de uma bela cidade.José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-90866428095531339192016-07-18T18:15:00.003+01:002016-07-18T18:15:43.510+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />Ainda é possível encontrar montras como esta em Lisboa.<br />Há poucas, mas sobreviveram.<br />Este tipo de comércio tradicional foi devastado pelas "grandes superfícies", e só espanta a persistência de alguns.José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-15948041268174202732016-05-04T09:06:00.001+01:002016-05-04T09:07:04.769+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Por vezes procuro estas coisas.José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-84551521021260922482015-03-28T19:05:00.001+00:002015-03-28T19:05:40.557+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Parei para melhor apreciar esta modesta montra, num velho bairro, não menos modesto, de Lisboa.<br />O meu pensamento voou para os anos 60, quando eu menino entrei para o Liceu, e aquelas sapatilhas brancas eram obrigatórias nas aulas de Educação Física.<br />Já quase ninguém as usa, calculo.<br />Soube-me bem recordar.José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-50703587282670912902015-03-17T15:01:00.001+00:002015-03-17T15:01:56.680+00:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-3116209461574207742014-05-10T12:02:00.001+01:002014-05-10T12:02:14.043+01:00<span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Confesso a minha culpa por nada publicar aqui há muito tempo.</span><br style="background-color: #f6f6f6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">E deixo uma pergunta: ainda alguém passará por aqui?</span><br style="background-color: #f6f6f6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;" /><span style="background-color: #f6f6f6; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Consoante o número de respostas, decidirei pelo futuro deste blogue.</span>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-83614374493478726212012-09-29T11:19:00.003+01:002012-09-29T11:19:49.604+01:00Outros tempos...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Há tempos, tive oportunidade de visitar as antigas instalações de "O Século".<br />Enquanto fotografava, lembrei o ardina que, enrolando o jornal, o enviava para a varanda do 4º andar onde eu morava, o tempo em que os jornais faziam parte integrante do nosso quotidiano, de manhã e à noite, títulos como o "Diário Popular" e o "Diário de Lisboa", "A Capital" que em jovem comprava apenas para ler o editorial de Francisco Sousa Tavares, os desportivos, o tamanho dos matutinos, enormes, o número avassalador de páginas, o cheiro, as mãos sujas de tinta após a leitura, as bolsas gigantescas que os vendedores de jornais punham ao ombro, os pregões, enfim, um passado varrido pelos computadores, pelas televisões, pelo acesso instantâneo à informação.<br />Esqueci, por momentos, a Censura.<br />E tive saudades.</b>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-75800248806672532182012-09-08T12:33:00.001+01:002012-09-08T12:33:14.684+01:00Esmaltes.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Negócios que vinham dos tempos em que Lisboa não tinha água canalizada.<br />Que à falta de montras expositoras, aproveitavam uma simples janela para apresentar os produtos.<br /><br />Santa Marta.</b>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-90928617106976221772012-08-01T00:33:00.003+01:002012-08-01T00:33:56.233+01:00Contraste<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-14194350324070278652012-01-15T12:27:00.002+00:002012-01-15T12:27:31.940+00:00Amarelo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovm0gQZSgpg/TxLGDRe3s-I/AAAAAAAACyA/9uhe73zBrhk/s1600/DSCN1439.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ovm0gQZSgpg/TxLGDRe3s-I/AAAAAAAACyA/9uhe73zBrhk/s320/DSCN1439.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-87056529258114540622011-12-25T12:36:00.000+00:002011-12-25T12:36:56.917+00:00Laçarotes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-5C_Y6hx4U/TvcX6momL2I/AAAAAAAACxk/s7R2zbGNt8Y/s1600/OutNov09+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-5C_Y6hx4U/TvcX6momL2I/AAAAAAAACxk/s7R2zbGNt8Y/s320/OutNov09+105.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Em tempo de presentes.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Mais ausentes, seguramente.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Lisboa tem poucos para desembrulhar, e limitou-se aos indispensáveis.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>No Natal de 2009 até os prédios ostentavam laçarotes de Festa.</b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b>Talvez com alguma inconsciência.</b></div>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-2491250035245904142011-12-05T10:26:00.000+00:002011-12-05T10:26:09.056+00:00Rua das Gaivotas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLFlww1LTTI/Ttybgq2wLmI/AAAAAAAACw8/0MJj6p485dY/s1600/20115+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLFlww1LTTI/Ttybgq2wLmI/AAAAAAAACw8/0MJj6p485dY/s320/20115+018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<strong>Na rua delas, não avistei gaivota nenhuma.</strong><br />
<strong>Deduzi que não haveria tempestade no mar.</strong><br />
<strong>Varandas rendilhadas, janelas abertas, roupa a secar, flores.</strong><br />
<strong>Cheirava bem. A Lisboa.</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-4852759083603426032011-11-05T11:47:00.000+00:002011-11-05T11:47:47.190+00:00Poetas de Lisboa (21)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbpSgwx6kf4/TrUhDApEkhI/AAAAAAAACv8/0UxRJFbeVX4/s1600/imgp22095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZbpSgwx6kf4/TrUhDApEkhI/AAAAAAAACv8/0UxRJFbeVX4/s320/imgp22095.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><br />
<strong>"Travessa da Espera"</strong><br />
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<strong>“- Diz-me de quê.</strong><br />
<strong>Depressa.</strong><br />
<strong>Ou porquê. Ou por quem.</strong><br />
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<strong>- Não tenhas pressa.</strong><br />
<strong>É tarde. Já não vem ninguém.”</strong><br />
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<strong>Pedro Bandeira Freire</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-78025506297544193152011-10-25T11:21:00.000+01:002011-10-25T11:21:07.660+01:00Sabe bem.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmcjgfQHnBY/TqaMbx0EcvI/AAAAAAAACt0/6ch6rBL7aHI/s1600/201110+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmcjgfQHnBY/TqaMbx0EcvI/AAAAAAAACt0/6ch6rBL7aHI/s320/201110+003.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Em tempo de angústia, incógnita, tristeza e descrença, sabe bem olhar para uma janela florida e cuidada, mesmo que se constate que o colorido plástico substituiu o natural.</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Ainda há quem se preocupe com o aspecto, e ainda que as aparências possam iludir, julgo que a dona desta janela em Alfama, vive de bem consigo.</strong></div>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-25927610001645796862011-09-29T11:28:00.002+01:002011-09-29T11:28:51.467+01:00Lisboa nas Telas (9)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUOItbCuZJ8/ToRIMe-EVJI/AAAAAAAACsU/eKW_QVVdSMI/s1600/Peixeira+Milly+Possoz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WUOItbCuZJ8/ToRIMe-EVJI/AAAAAAAACsU/eKW_QVVdSMI/s320/Peixeira+Milly+Possoz.jpg" width="242px" /></a></div><br />
<strong>Milly Possoz.</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-12738169279627813102011-09-05T11:59:00.000+01:002011-09-05T11:59:09.684+01:00Desfrutemos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTLwzoSX1c/TmSrJWQjIkI/AAAAAAAACrg/697q1mv1e6Y/s1600/20114+041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zzTLwzoSX1c/TmSrJWQjIkI/AAAAAAAACrg/697q1mv1e6Y/s320/20114+041.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Enquanto o incaracterístico vidro não devastar por completo estas maravilhas...desfrutemo-las!</strong></div>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-28690420430422887332011-08-24T01:49:00.000+01:002011-08-24T01:49:02.883+01:00"Caridade"...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zEm76A4eCs/TlRKKHixSOI/AAAAAAAACrY/gB8gq-sdwPw/s1600/20115+043.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zEm76A4eCs/TlRKKHixSOI/AAAAAAAACrY/gB8gq-sdwPw/s320/20115+043.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Não seria uma..."caridade"...mandar limpar esta porcaria da parede?</strong></div>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-77688570961456139092011-08-09T13:15:00.001+01:002011-08-09T13:16:10.413+01:00Volto já..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-cOkOj4pUQ/TkEj08IP6BI/AAAAAAAACrQ/QpAdLUInIhc/s1600/20114+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-cOkOj4pUQ/TkEj08IP6BI/AAAAAAAACrQ/QpAdLUInIhc/s320/20114+018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<strong>Não escrevi, mas podia ter escrito.</strong><br />
<strong>Numa ilha do Atlântico Norte, chamada Pico, passarei por aqui menos vezes.</strong><br />
<strong>Compreenderão.</strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Os prédios da Lisboa de outrora eram coloridos. Bem antes do cinzentismo clássico.</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong></strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Esse gosto pelas cores vivas ressuscitou, sendo bem evidente para quem passeia pela cidade, nomeadamente naqueles que beneficiaram de obras de recuperação.</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Mas nas caixas de correio…nunca tinha visto.</strong></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>E achei engraçado. Diferente. Alegre.</strong></div><strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></strong><div style="text-align: justify;"><strong>Na Rua do Loreto.</strong></div>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-1302368489830278412011-07-23T12:58:00.000+01:002011-07-23T12:58:18.528+01:00Outros tempos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPtHFoEdfyA/Tiq3GYrbd1I/AAAAAAAACq8/pn9135x__cc/s1600/20114+042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nPtHFoEdfyA/Tiq3GYrbd1I/AAAAAAAACq8/pn9135x__cc/s320/20114+042.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
<strong>Rua de Arroios.</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-91835130061160691992011-07-16T12:44:00.000+01:002011-07-16T12:44:53.101+01:00"Compreendi-te!"....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUfkCP7cDyE/TiF4pVnYV2I/AAAAAAAACqo/gAIiHKaAk6g/s1600/20113+080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LUfkCP7cDyE/TiF4pVnYV2I/AAAAAAAACqo/gAIiHKaAk6g/s320/20113+080.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
<strong>Sei da austeridade, da necessidade de poupar....</strong><br />
<strong>A iluminação pública, essa, devia manter-se inalterada.</strong><br />
<strong>Houve o bom senso de não retirar a estrutura do candeeiro, que assim constitui motivo de risota para os muitos turistas que visitam a Basílica da Estrela. E nem é preciso ser turista...</strong><br />
<strong>Revela desleixo. Incúria. Falta de respeito. </strong><br />
<strong>E outras coisas.</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-74486352782335454152011-07-09T11:46:00.002+01:002011-07-09T11:48:10.484+01:00Lisboa e os Poetas (20)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXchNe_UPy8/ThgxPqNXHMI/AAAAAAAACqY/kNJNnyFTKaU/s1600/AUT402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dXchNe_UPy8/ThgxPqNXHMI/AAAAAAAACqY/kNJNnyFTKaU/s1600/AUT402.jpg" /></a></div><strong>“A Inundação”</strong><br />
<strong></strong><br />
<br />
<strong>"O mar invade Lisboa mas por dentro</strong><br />
<strong>enquanto o velho enfeita</strong><br />
<strong>as filhas dos polícias</strong><br />
<strong>e há um vago frio nos olhos</strong><br />
<strong>mais dementes</strong><br />
<strong>destas tardes.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>As crianças vestem</strong><br />
<strong>coloridamente</strong><br />
<strong>seu mórbido e inesperado</strong><br />
<strong>séquito.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Mas nas ruas da Baixa</strong><br />
<strong>nota-se uma abundância</strong><br />
<strong>palpável</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>um rio vagamente doloroso</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>um mar por dentro.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Nas lojas de fazendas</strong><br />
<strong>na menina da caixa</strong><br />
<strong>no fastio amarfanhado</strong><br />
<strong>dos porteiros.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Gotas marítimas notavam-se</strong><br />
<strong>no brilho das pulseiras</strong><br />
<strong>de uma amante</strong><br />
<strong>líquido miúdo mas brilhante</strong><br />
<strong>até nas varizes das peixeiras.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Há quem diga do sol</strong><br />
<strong>um sol insólito é bem certo</strong><br />
<strong>mas nota-se até na cauda dos insectos</strong><br />
<strong>piedosas solícitas gotas de humi(l)dade.</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>O mar invade tudo mas por dentro."</strong><br />
<br />
<strong>Armando da Silva Carvalho</strong><br />
<strong>1965</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7299138495426503334.post-19427547985143034882011-07-02T18:04:00.000+01:002011-07-02T18:04:58.046+01:00Despercebido<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKtr_Y7dssk/Tg9PcakLgaI/AAAAAAAACqI/5AJ2TI75-8A/s1600/Lisboa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GKtr_Y7dssk/Tg9PcakLgaI/AAAAAAAACqI/5AJ2TI75-8A/s320/Lisboa.jpg" width="240px" /></a></div><br />
<strong>Onde estamos?</strong>José Quintela Soareshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12184044651028422090noreply@blogger.com5