Este memorial foi criado para lembrança eterna de Maria do Céu Martins Mendes, 82 anos de idade, nascida em 5 de novembro de 1939 e que fez a sua passagem a 8 de setembro de 2022. Que a sua recordação dure para sempre.
Partilhe um episódio gratificante, memorial, ou publique a sua homenagem em nome de Maria. A recordação ou mensagem deixada é honrada e agradecida.
Partilhe um episódio gratificante, memorial, ou publique a sua homenagem em nome de Maria. A recordação ou mensagem deixada é honrada e agradecida.
Lembra-te de mim
Apesar do meu adeus
Lembra-te de mim
Sem dor nos olhos teus
Se bem que longe estarei
Em mim tu ficarás
E a melodia que nos une à noite ouvirás
Lembra-te de mim
Mesmo que p'ra longe vá
Lembra-te de mim
Se a guitarra ouvires chorar
Para sempre eu irei morar dentro de ti
Até de novo te envolver
Lembra-te de mim
Lembra-te de mim
Apesar do meu adeus
Lembra-te de mim
Sem dor nos olhos teus
Se bem que longe estarei
Em mim tu ficarás
E a melodia que nos une à noite ouvirás
Lembra-te de mim
Mesmo que p'ra longe vá
Lembra-te de mim
Se a guitarra ouvires chorar
Para sempre eu irei morar dentro de ti
Até de novo te envolver
Lembra-te de mim
*Com amor, Mamã ❤️ meu Anjo da Guarda ❤️
* Hoje os sinos tocaram para ti . Foi lembrado e honrado o teu Nascimento ❤️❤️
Apesar do meu adeus
Lembra-te de mim
Sem dor nos olhos teus
Se bem que longe estarei
Em mim tu ficarás
E a melodia que nos une à noite ouvirás
Lembra-te de mim
Mesmo que p'ra longe vá
Lembra-te de mim
Se a guitarra ouvires chorar
Para sempre eu irei morar dentro de ti
Até de novo te envolver
Lembra-te de mim
Lembra-te de mim
Apesar do meu adeus
Lembra-te de mim
Sem dor nos olhos teus
Se bem que longe estarei
Em mim tu ficarás
E a melodia que nos une à noite ouvirás
Lembra-te de mim
Mesmo que p'ra longe vá
Lembra-te de mim
Se a guitarra ouvires chorar
Para sempre eu irei morar dentro de ti
Até de novo te envolver
Lembra-te de mim
*Com amor, Mamã ❤️ meu Anjo da Guarda ❤️
* Hoje os sinos tocaram para ti . Foi lembrado e honrado o teu Nascimento ❤️❤️
Agradeço-te tudo. Agradeço-te a Vida. Muitas saudades de ti Mamã...
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Issue #229 / April 2023
Do you like raisins ?
I have always disliked them. As a character trait, I am not sure of much, and I have few strong opinions about stuff in general. I feel like I can change opinions easily, and I am pretty influenceable, which is not necessarily a bad thing I feel. But I know how I feel about raisins. I am quite sure of it.
I would say they are the least interesting dry fruit there is. Apricots have a nice colour, bananas have crunch. I feel raisins are just not that exciting. Aesthetically speaking too, the wrinkly brownish skin isn’t that great a look. And the texture is underwhelming, it sticks to the teeth and dries the mouth.
[Long paragraph on the use of raisins in cooking]
[Long paragraph on how her sister puts them in sandwiches]
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this, and how I feel like I don’t ever know what I want or what to think and how I am just always confused about things, and I suppose hating raisins has been a pretty consistent thing in my life and in that sense I guess I should be grateful for it. And maybe try to like them in that way.
[Long paragraph on how she used to hate dates but likes them now]
DAPHNE, MARSEILLES, FRANCE
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Dear Daphne and Alister,
There is much in your letters that resonates with me, and that is the raisin why I am writing to you.
Daphne, you seem to hold a position, or rather a non-position, on things that is, in a way, similar to mine. I guess we inhabit a particular space within the world, you and I, somewhere in the midst of things, somewhere in the centre.
Séan O’Hagan, my dear friend, and co-author of the publishing sensation, Faith, Hope and Carnage, said to me this morning, ‘You centrists are the worst. You don’t know where you stand. You’re like fucking leaves in the wind,’ by which I think he meant that I had no conviction, which is to some degree true. It is often the case with us songwriter types because we have found that a more inquiring, more expansive, less-entrenched position serves us better in the pursuit of the illusive but beautiful idea. In the centre we feel freer, less restricted, less dogmatised, less bigoted. We see the world as essentially mysterious, often mystical, and we are humbled by it, in so far as we do not claim to know or fully understand it. We dance nimbly about, following our distinctive desires, our interests, wherever they may take us, with humility, with curiosity, with uncertainty. We feel we don’t need to live within the prescribed imaginations of others. We are open to persuasion, yet forever ourselves. We understand too that the centre is indeed held together by its extremities, and we need the radicals to mark out the boundaries within which we play.
I tried to make my position, such as it is, feel more dangerous and sexy, by describing myself to Séan as alt-centre, but he wasn’t having it. ‘You guys just blow whichever way the wind goes,’ he muttered, gloomily. He was in a dark and defeated mood this morning. ‘Jesus, man, what’s wrong with you?’ I asked, ‘Have you been reading the Guardian?’
Still, Séan, ever astute, was on to something. He understands me well, better than most. At the end of the day, I just don’t really know about anything for sure. I am simply not certain about things, except perhaps this – on those rare occasions when I am irrevocably convinced of my own position and have that surge of righteousness roaring through my raisins, I am often plain wrong.
Mainly, though, I feel I’m just tossed around like that leaf, batted this way and that, by those broad and inquisitive winds, baffled and humbled by the world, curious and mostly awed, with no real port of call but God, Himself.
As for raisins, Daphne, I kind of know where you are coming from, they do have a grim, scrotal horribleness, but like all things in this world – you, me and every other little thing – they have their place. Be kind.
Love, Nick
[retirado do blog de Nick Cave - The Red Hand Files]
Do you like raisins ?
I have always disliked them. As a character trait, I am not sure of much, and I have few strong opinions about stuff in general. I feel like I can change opinions easily, and I am pretty influenceable, which is not necessarily a bad thing I feel. But I know how I feel about raisins. I am quite sure of it.
I would say they are the least interesting dry fruit there is. Apricots have a nice colour, bananas have crunch. I feel raisins are just not that exciting. Aesthetically speaking too, the wrinkly brownish skin isn’t that great a look. And the texture is underwhelming, it sticks to the teeth and dries the mouth.
[Long paragraph on the use of raisins in cooking]
[Long paragraph on how her sister puts them in sandwiches]
Anyway, I’ve been thinking about this, and how I feel like I don’t ever know what I want or what to think and how I am just always confused about things, and I suppose hating raisins has been a pretty consistent thing in my life and in that sense I guess I should be grateful for it. And maybe try to like them in that way.
[Long paragraph on how she used to hate dates but likes them now]
DAPHNE, MARSEILLES, FRANCE
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear Daphne and Alister,
There is much in your letters that resonates with me, and that is the raisin why I am writing to you.
Daphne, you seem to hold a position, or rather a non-position, on things that is, in a way, similar to mine. I guess we inhabit a particular space within the world, you and I, somewhere in the midst of things, somewhere in the centre.
Séan O’Hagan, my dear friend, and co-author of the publishing sensation, Faith, Hope and Carnage, said to me this morning, ‘You centrists are the worst. You don’t know where you stand. You’re like fucking leaves in the wind,’ by which I think he meant that I had no conviction, which is to some degree true. It is often the case with us songwriter types because we have found that a more inquiring, more expansive, less-entrenched position serves us better in the pursuit of the illusive but beautiful idea. In the centre we feel freer, less restricted, less dogmatised, less bigoted. We see the world as essentially mysterious, often mystical, and we are humbled by it, in so far as we do not claim to know or fully understand it. We dance nimbly about, following our distinctive desires, our interests, wherever they may take us, with humility, with curiosity, with uncertainty. We feel we don’t need to live within the prescribed imaginations of others. We are open to persuasion, yet forever ourselves. We understand too that the centre is indeed held together by its extremities, and we need the radicals to mark out the boundaries within which we play.
I tried to make my position, such as it is, feel more dangerous and sexy, by describing myself to Séan as alt-centre, but he wasn’t having it. ‘You guys just blow whichever way the wind goes,’ he muttered, gloomily. He was in a dark and defeated mood this morning. ‘Jesus, man, what’s wrong with you?’ I asked, ‘Have you been reading the Guardian?’
Still, Séan, ever astute, was on to something. He understands me well, better than most. At the end of the day, I just don’t really know about anything for sure. I am simply not certain about things, except perhaps this – on those rare occasions when I am irrevocably convinced of my own position and have that surge of righteousness roaring through my raisins, I am often plain wrong.
Mainly, though, I feel I’m just tossed around like that leaf, batted this way and that, by those broad and inquisitive winds, baffled and humbled by the world, curious and mostly awed, with no real port of call but God, Himself.
As for raisins, Daphne, I kind of know where you are coming from, they do have a grim, scrotal horribleness, but like all things in this world – you, me and every other little thing – they have their place. Be kind.
Love, Nick
[retirado do blog de Nick Cave - The Red Hand Files]
Uma das músicas mais bonitas que surgiu nos últimos tempos.. e que a dedico a ti, mamã. Com muito amor da tua filhota
MOTHER
love, bigger than the ocean
is what you’ve given to me.
you hunted down every danger
so my brother and i could swim free
in a love bigger than the ocean.
the shores, they were mighty scary.
but at my back, i had the mighty sea.
there's something so strange about human nature,
we get so used to the gifts that we receive.
now, i'm more than grateful
for a love bigger than the ocean.
i dreamt you were down by the water.
you looked so proud and happy to see me.
you were laying down some kind of red carpet on the beach.
i said, mom, i'm not sure what this means.
it was an invitation
to a love bigger than the ocean.
now, we've got children of our own.
we dive back into the waters we have known.
as you loved us, we'll love them to the brim.
because of you, they already know how to swim
in a love bigger than,
a love deeper than the ocean.
i still have so much i want to tell you.
i still have so much to figure out.
there’s so much of you in every reflection of my life-
i hope you know, i couldn't be more proud.
of this life swimming in
a love deeper than the ocean.
[Letra de Sleeping at Last]
MOTHER
love, bigger than the ocean
is what you’ve given to me.
you hunted down every danger
so my brother and i could swim free
in a love bigger than the ocean.
the shores, they were mighty scary.
but at my back, i had the mighty sea.
there's something so strange about human nature,
we get so used to the gifts that we receive.
now, i'm more than grateful
for a love bigger than the ocean.
i dreamt you were down by the water.
you looked so proud and happy to see me.
you were laying down some kind of red carpet on the beach.
i said, mom, i'm not sure what this means.
it was an invitation
to a love bigger than the ocean.
now, we've got children of our own.
we dive back into the waters we have known.
as you loved us, we'll love them to the brim.
because of you, they already know how to swim
in a love bigger than,
a love deeper than the ocean.
i still have so much i want to tell you.
i still have so much to figure out.
there’s so much of you in every reflection of my life-
i hope you know, i couldn't be more proud.
of this life swimming in
a love deeper than the ocean.
[Letra de Sleeping at Last]
Querida Mãe,
ambas sabemos que a avó Amélia nos tem acompanhado neste processo.
Tal como o Pai. O meu Pai, Manuel Martins. Tem sido magnífico e de um valor sem medida perceber e aprofundar a certeza de que para além deste plano terreno existe muito mais, e que esse "muito mais" trabalha e reverbera simplesmente em Amor. Não há sofrimento, não há dor, não há conflito. E tudo continua a existir. O meu espírito nutre-se e aquece-se com esta certeza e vivência, de que continuam comigo, e agora, mais do que nunca, sabemo-nos juntos pela mesma força e querer. Amo-vos imensamente
Agradeço-te a ti e ao Pai por me terem trazido à Vida, agradeço-vos tudo o que me proporcionaram (e que foi bem para além dos meus desejos - como é sempre. O que são as vontades pessoais/humanas à Luz da Vida e da vontade e propósitos Divinos? )
Agradeço profundamente o que proporcionaram (e continuam a proporcionar) à minha evolução.
A tua morte Mãe trouxe-me uma intensidade e perspetiva de grandiosidade ainda maior ao Amor que nos conecta. Tal como intensificou este elo em relação ao Pai. Amo-vos cada vez mais, com tudo o que vocês contêm. E ser-vos-eis eternamente grata. A vós e àqueles que vos trouxeram a este Vida, na qual nos reencontrámos.
Gratidão profunda, a tudo o que existe, a tudo o que é.
Até já, a estes amores da minha Vida
ambas sabemos que a avó Amélia nos tem acompanhado neste processo.
Tal como o Pai. O meu Pai, Manuel Martins. Tem sido magnífico e de um valor sem medida perceber e aprofundar a certeza de que para além deste plano terreno existe muito mais, e que esse "muito mais" trabalha e reverbera simplesmente em Amor. Não há sofrimento, não há dor, não há conflito. E tudo continua a existir. O meu espírito nutre-se e aquece-se com esta certeza e vivência, de que continuam comigo, e agora, mais do que nunca, sabemo-nos juntos pela mesma força e querer. Amo-vos imensamente
Agradeço-te a ti e ao Pai por me terem trazido à Vida, agradeço-vos tudo o que me proporcionaram (e que foi bem para além dos meus desejos - como é sempre. O que são as vontades pessoais/humanas à Luz da Vida e da vontade e propósitos Divinos? )
Agradeço profundamente o que proporcionaram (e continuam a proporcionar) à minha evolução.
A tua morte Mãe trouxe-me uma intensidade e perspetiva de grandiosidade ainda maior ao Amor que nos conecta. Tal como intensificou este elo em relação ao Pai. Amo-vos cada vez mais, com tudo o que vocês contêm. E ser-vos-eis eternamente grata. A vós e àqueles que vos trouxeram a este Vida, na qual nos reencontrámos.
Gratidão profunda, a tudo o que existe, a tudo o que é.
Até já, a estes amores da minha Vida
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* Hoje os sinos tocaram para ti . Foi lembrado e honrado o teu Nascimento ❤️❤️
Apesar do meu adeus
Lembra-te de mim
Sem dor nos olhos teus
Se bem que longe estarei
Em mim tu ficarás
E a melodia que nos une à noite ouvirás
Lembra-te de mim
Mesmo que p'ra longe vá
Lembra-te de mim
Se a guitarra ouvires chorar
Para sempre eu irei morar dentro de ti
Até de novo te envolver
Lembra-te de mim
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Apesar do meu adeus
Lembra-te de mim
Sem dor nos olhos teus
Se bem que longe estarei
Em mim tu ficarás
E a melodia que nos une à noite ouvirás
Lembra-te de mim
Mesmo que p'ra longe vá
Lembra-te de mim
Se a guitarra ouvires chorar
Para sempre eu irei morar dentro de ti
Até de novo te envolver
Lembra-te de mim
*Com amor, Mamã ❤️ meu Anjo da Guarda ❤️
* Hoje os sinos tocaram para ti . Foi lembrado e honrado o teu Nascimento ❤️❤️
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