terça-feira, 28 de março de 2006

Turner (1775-1851)

(The Fighting Temeraire tugged to her Last Berth to be broken up, 1838)

(Rain, Steam and Speed - The Great Western Railway)


(Fishermen)

5 comentários:

FredRap disse...

Fisherman´s blues.

I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin’ on the seas
Far away from dry land
And it’s bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin’ down on me
’cept the starry sky above
With light in my head
You in my arms
Woohoo!

I wish I was the brakeman
On a hurtlin’ fevered train
Crashing a-headlong into the heartland
Like a cannon in the rain
With the beating of the sleepers
And the burnin’ of the coal
Counting the towns flashing by
In a night that’s full of soul
With light in my head
You in my arms
Woohoo!

Well I know I will be loosened
From bonds that hold me fast
That the chains all hung around me
Will fall away at last
And on that fine and fateful day
I will take me in my hands
I will ride on the train
I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms

The Waterboys

Nunicius disse...

Tinhas razão, são brutais os quadros dele. Afinal já conhecia, mas vale sempre a pena ;)

Bernardo Vidal disse...

been there, done that...

O Meu Outro Eu Está a Dançar disse...

não há melhor conhecedor de tempestades...!

Anónimo disse...

Mesmo assim, os quadros do museu gulbenkian conseguem transmitir outra...espiritualidade :)