Saturday 25 April 2009

25 de Abril Sempre

The Carnation Revolution ( Revolução dos Cravos), also referred to as the 25 de Abril, was a left-leaning military coup started on April 25, 1974, in Lisbon, Portugal, that effectively changed the Portuguese regime from an authoritarian dictatorship to a democracy. Despite repeated appeals from the revolutionaries on the radio inciting the population to stay home, thousands of Portuguese descended on the streets, mixing themselves with the military insurgents.

A group of Portuguese officers organised in the Armed Forces Movement rose to overthrow the fascist/authoritarian Estado Novo (New State) regime that had ruled Portugal since the 1920s.

Although the regime's political police, PIDE, killed four people before surrendering, the revolution was unusual in that the revolutionaries did not use direct violence to achieve their goals. The population, holding red carnations (cravos in Portuguese), convinced the regime soldiers not to resist. The red carnation is a symbolic flower for Socialism and Communism, which were the main ideological tendencies of the anti-New State insurgents. The soldiers readily swapped their bullets for flowers. It was the end of the Estado Novo, the longest authoritarian regime in Western Europe, and the final dissolution of the Portuguese Empire. In the aftermath of the revolution a new constitution was drafted, censorship was formally prohibited, free speech declared, political prisoners were released and the Portuguese overseas territories in Sub-Saharan Africa were immediately given their independence.

Tuesday 21 April 2009

Heidegger



Martin Heidegger
The philosopher of Being.
The thinker that influenced most of today's thinking.
How could this man believed in the National Socialism proposed by Hitler?

How to go to a performance in London?

1- You have to be aware of what is going to happen in advance ( Go to internet, talk to your friends, buy timeout or whatever you need to do to get the information)
2- Choose the performance and buy immediately the ticket on the web (at least two months in advance)
3- In the day of the performance plan your journey in advance, if your going by tube check on the web if there is no problem with some tube line that you need to catch, if by bicycle plan very carefully the route and take the London A to Z with you (the book with all the names of streets), if your going by bus leave at least two hours in advance.
4- The time of the performance will be right during dinner hour so take a little snack with you to eat before or after the show or money to buy something.
5- Although it is common in this country to people take a pint of beer or a glass of wine to the theatre we do not advise it. Not do we advise drinking alcohol before the show, as it is usual in this city, if you are really interested in the work that you are going to see.
6- If the performance is really good, you can try and do something completely different from a what London audience would do to clap standing up.
7- Enjoy your performances...

Sunday 19 April 2009

Mestre André

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Tuesday 14 April 2009

Até Já Lori

Lourenço one of the members of the Vauxhal family has left and gone back to Portugal. Até já! Oh Lori!

Sunday 5 April 2009

Cheiro a Alentejo!

Yesterday cycling to my house
Crossing Peckham
Coming from the library carrying books about being, Heidegger, Ando, Zen..
I felt a familiar scent.
I felt the scent of Alentejo
My father's land
My childhood
I felt the tears rising in my chest
I felt the tears in my body
Filled with emotion
I felt lost
Like a little boy
That couldn't find his way home
And I couldn't cry
In my Country they don't teach little boys to cry...
And I continued cycling to my house
In that warm Spring day...





Ontem circulava de bicicleta por Peckham
Voltava para casa carregado de livros
Heidegger, Being, Ando, Zen...
Quando senti um cheiro familiar,
Um cheiro que não consegui nomear imediatamente.
Era o cheiro do Alentejo.
Cheiro da terra do meu pai,
Da minha Infancia
Dos meus Verões.
Quando percebi de vinha aquele cheiro
Emocionei-me
Como uma criança que se perdeu
E não consegue encontrar o caminho de casa...
Emocionei-me...
E com as lágrimas ao canto do olho
Não consegui chorar, porque no meu país não ensinam os meninos a chorar.
E segui o caminho apreciando o dia quente de Primavera.