Tag Archive for: barba

outra…

05 Dez
05.12.2018

Outro retrato…. com alguma penugem.

de lado – 0065

16 Nov
16.11.2017

existem pessoas que deixam crescer a barba por desleixo; eu não – a minha sobeja por uma questão de estilo. okay! fiquem bem.

o barbeiro barbeou-me

05 Jan
05.01.2017

O barbeiro barbeou-me. Não me reconheci ao espelho. Eu gritei. Ele gritou. O gato fugiu. Nenhum espelho ficou partido.

lol, camouflage 11.0 – spicy

13 Nov
13.11.2016

Wearing a turban, his body covered with sandalwood ashes and painted with dye, his face decorated with an outline of a black beard, precariously wrapped in a ragged saffron robe, fastened on a piece of rope is a loincloth that pretends to hide his nakedness, with sacred beads and sequins around his neck, a gold chain looped on his right ankle, which makes him appear to be a young sadhu although he does not have any tilaka on his forehead, he walks through Rishikesh towards Haridwar.
A smile of pure satisfaction radiates from his face as his senses embrace the colors, smells and flavors of the spice stands that surround him.
Sitting near the bank of the Ganges River, wearing the shade of a tree, after having crossed the Laxman Jhula Bridge, he realizes how magnificent the smells of Rishikesh are and is proud to have chosen this pilgrimage route to the Maha Kumbha Mela. ‘It is incredible how in a crowd one can better perceive healthy solitude’ is the thought that arises before the undulating mystique of the Ganges River. It is this refuge that he needed and also the absorption of millennial energies.
It is almost sunset. The young sadhu rises and as he leaves behind the Ganges the aquatic magic is diluted harmoniously in the bustle of the metropolis and he feels like the link that unites the two landscapes. His readings taught him that there may be no chaos in chaos, as there may be no order in order, but these maxims begin to be broken when he is surrounded by a group of tourists who had hitherto been photographing the exterior of Trayambakeshwar.
‘A HOLY MAN!’ they shouted.
‘Holy? Where?’ he questions himself, but as he is pointed out by cell phones, he suspects that they think he is the saint, ‘crazy people!’

[… an excerpt …]

lol, camouflage 8.1 – ishmael

22 Out
22.10.2016

The ship raced fast and the Jolly Roger waved proudly. Kissed by a steady wind the “Black” galleon caressed the waves sensuously – elegant. The buccaneers, led by Black Dog, knew that they would find good fortune as soon as they left the Bristol Harbor behind. Black Dog always had an ace up his sleeve, but this time he had the full deck. Black Dog obtained from Walter Raleigh, his great friend still imprisoned in the Tower of London for having seduced a handmaid of Queen Elizabeth I, the indication that El Dorado was located in the area of Guyana; in the tropical rain forest that extends from the mouth of the Orinoco to the Amazon: a better tip than this, impossible. Black Dog did not need great encouragement to aim to confirm firsthand the confidential information. If this proved to be true, Walter Raleigh would be a great friend; if it were false, Raleigh would not go through the shame of having been deceived. There are currently not many friends, true friends, like Black Dog: right? A golden friendship!
They landed on Tortuga for a light decompression and refueling. When they spotted Barbados, Black Dog ordered the crew to assemble on the deck. From the top of the castle, he told them they were going in search of the mythical El Dorado. His companions of fortune shouted sonorous “Hurrahs” and in joy sang the song:
‘Fifteen men on the dead man’s chest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!’

[… an excerpt …]

dia do pai, 2016

20 Mar
20.03.2016

Um desenho feito pela Margarida. Estou com a barba do costume e, agora, decorado com uma gravata vermelha.

eu e a barba

17 Jan
17.01.2015

Como a Margarida me vê:
de barba e com phones.

dia dos namorados vs dia dos casados

14 Fev
14.02.2012

Hoje é o Dia dos Namorados ou Dia de São Valentim. É uma data especial e comemorativa na qual se celebra a união amorosa entre casais sendo comum a troca de cartões e presentes com simbolismo de mesmo intuito, tais como as tradicionais caixas de bombons. No Brasil, a data é comemorada no dia 12 de Junho. Em Portugal também acontecia o mesmo até há poucos anos, mas actualmente é mais comum a data ser celebrada em 14 de Fevereiro.

via wikipedia

Um gajo casado não é namorado.
Já passou pela fase do ovo (aka namorado), pela fase da larva (aka noivado); encontra-se actualmente na fase pupa (aka casado) e anseia perpetuadamente chegar à etapa imago (aka fase adulta).

É complicado explicar a uma qualquer mulher… casada! o natural esquecimento de uma prenda.

Tentei hoje uma breve explicação e sinto no âmago mais meu que o resultado não foi o mais positivo. Tive em último recurso de recordar à minha mulher (aka amante) que no sábado passado desfizeram-me uma barba de dois meses – ah! ah!, não pode existir melhor prenda, mesmo com efeitos retroactivos? Certo?

E tenho tudo a meu favor (acho eu com quase toda a certeza):

elogio sempre a comida que ela faz
e quando é preciso eu cozinho. encomendo uma pizza familiar e resolvo a questão qualquer que ela seja
levanto a tampa da sanita
e baixo a tampa da sanita
Além do mais sendo eu gajo casado 364 dias por ano como seria possível, academicamente filosofando, me transformar em namorado logo pelas 00h00?
Existe algum botão escondido? Uma palavra chave?

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