Am Abend geht die Sonne unter Der Mond geht auf, ich werde munter Und die Nacht ruft laut nach mir
Dann muss ich los, ich kann nicht schlafen Wir treffen uns in leeren Straßen Und die Nacht ist jung wie wir
Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir Komm mit mir tanzen, und ich küss dich dafür Heute ist Vollmond Vollmond
Der Zauber hält nur eine Nacht lang Wir tanzen in den Sonnenaufgang Und wir fliegen auf den Mond
Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir Komm mit mir tanzen, und ich küss dich dafür Heute ist Vollmond Vollmond Heute ist Vollmond und die Nacht ruft nach mir Komm mit mir tanzen, und ich küss dich dafür Heute ist Vollmond Vollmond
Ach, war das toll heute... ...nein! Nee... ach Quatsch! Das hab ich doch nur so gesagt... ...ja.!
It took me one year to read all the letters António (Lobo Antunes) wrote to his wife Maria José (Xavier da Fonseca e Costa) between January 1971 and January 1973. Too many letters, feelings and information to digest in a couple of weeks. Too much for my taste. So I took my time ... like a mouse eating a big chunk of cheese.
In August 1970 António and Maria José are married. Less than five months later he went to Angola as a drafted soldier (as a doctor and officer) for 27 months. She pregnant with daughter Maria José junior. The couple wrote almost on daily basis a handwritten letter to eachother. In this book only the transcibed and translated, from Portuguese to Dutch, letters from António. (Not all the letters according to the two daughters who took care for the publication.) Not one letter from her!
Most of the time I felt like a voyeur reading all those intimate letters.
I felt sorry for both of them because I knew that a few years later they would end their relation.
I was above all interested in the images being used for love and lust.
How much he longed for having her close. To smell. To kiss. Her body close. To consume love.
Boredom, depression, loneliness and despair.
Weather: rain, too much rain, sun, too much sun, tunder and lightning.
October 1971. For one month the couple was united in real life in Lisboa. António on November 3rd, 1971: the best month of my life, the most beautiful, most delicious and most exceptional.
Até ao fim do mundo (English 'until the end of the world')? They wrote so many times the borrowed words of Inês de Castro
(1325-1355) and future King Peter I of Portugal. Not really, António
left Maria José in 1977. Or a "little"? He took care of her in the last
months of her life. She died in 1999 of cancer.
For me this quote is the very heart of this book of love letters (April 1st, 1972; translated from Dutch version):
"You know, I persevere here because I focus my eyes on the future that we get, endlessly, just for us, to devour each other slowly, delightfully and lasciviously, like two octopuses sucking each other with their thousands of tentacles."
A book for voyeurs. To be devoured slowly. Now I can't wait to read António's first book 'Mémoria de Elefante' (1979). A book about their divorce. Why did they?
We have a new cat, called "poes". The first cat in 16 years. The last one got hit by a car. I think she - it's a female cat - would love to sleep, hunt, purr, eat, sleep again and ... - there must be more - here:
There is a nice exhibition, in 2018, in Atlanta (USA) about 'Divine Felines: Cats of Ancient Egypt'. I would love to go but I know I'll not. Look at this oldie. Statuette of a Cat in bronze. Ancient Egyptian, Third Intermediate Period (around 1076–723 BC):
Look at this more than 4,500 old statue (source). "We" in the 21th century AD "see" a nice statue of the ancient Egyptian king
Menkaura and Queen Khamerernebty II of the 4th dynasty (around 2530
What did Aristotle (384-322 BC) "see" 2,000 later in Ancient Greece? He sees four causes (Greek 'aition'), in 'Physics II 3' and 'Metaphysics V 2'. The material cause, 'that out of which', the stone of this statue. The formal cause, 'the form', the shape of the statue. The efficient cause, the primary source of the change, the artisan who made this statue. The final cause, 'the end, that for the sake of which a thing is done', e.g. a statue in a temple is the end of sculpting.
What did the Ancient Egyptians "see"? For them a statue is a medium to continue existence. A living statue. A statue for forever. That can come alive any moment. It's an asylum or shelter from which he (the 'Akh') will operate when he (the 'Khat' or physical body) dies to maintain life. Let me repeat: to maintain life. They were so in love with life that they wanted to have more of it. Let me repeat: more days, weeks, years etc in this life.
This picture scares me a bit because a train can pass any moment over the track. Danger! At the same time it is mysterious - what's in and at the end of the tunnel? - and beautiful - the trees and ivy growing everywhere. Beautiful red/ lila color.
Wise men William Snell. I love 09, 11, 29 (read for dog: cat), 37 and 45.
One day I'll visit museum 'Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo' and the Jardim da Luz in São Paulo, Brasil. I would love to see these five paintings of José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior (1850-1899) for real. Sooooo lovely. Interesting life and man. Looking for a biography now.