tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61980382024-03-23T18:14:54.337+00:00Quartos Escurosrevelações, tiradas de espírito, coisinhas em versoJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.comBlogger639125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-79402733158646986352015-12-13T10:16:00.000+00:002015-12-13T10:16:04.082+00:00FimDoze anos é muito tempo. Acendam as luzes. A festa acabou.João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-11088736336028369252015-11-15T11:41:00.000+00:002015-11-15T11:41:21.728+00:00Uma canção para domingo
There's no race, there's only a runner
Just keep one foot in front of the other
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-485186458229877662015-11-05T08:06:00.002+00:002015-11-05T08:06:40.501+00:00Fiquei ali fumando.
Havia no mundo extensões imensas de floresta inteiramente virgem, com fauna e flora parentes da baleia. Águas sem defecações industriais sulcavam tais espaços, confluindo para um curso que era o Rei dos Rios Gigantes. E no escondido da floresta, homens e mulheres de saber antediluviano fugiam do branco e da máquina, lutavam para preservar em si mesmos e nos filhos a ligação ao coração da Terra João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-1382225833963057012015-09-29T07:53:00.000+01:002015-09-29T07:53:12.693+01:00Bratislava Pozsony PressburgJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-30594133647239026562015-08-23T14:27:00.000+01:002015-08-23T14:27:05.910+01:00Uma canção para domingo
O Inverno vai vir...
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-88969039994878027332015-07-14T09:21:00.002+01:002015-07-14T09:21:48.840+01:00Comércio & ServiçosJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-65279690499552904182015-06-29T21:12:00.002+01:002015-06-29T21:12:27.115+01:00Morte de um primo
É o título de um conto publicado na Enfermaria 6. Aqui.
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-18584774319769530762015-05-24T10:27:00.003+01:002015-05-24T10:27:51.767+01:00Uma canção para domingoJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-58010727831960516642015-05-20T20:24:00.002+01:002015-05-20T20:24:53.435+01:00Trinta e quatroJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-9691277606425905392015-05-17T09:27:00.001+01:002015-05-17T09:27:11.809+01:00EsztergomJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-71588452489216733812015-04-19T10:04:00.001+01:002015-04-19T10:04:34.868+01:00Da absolvição
For people don't know how to offer absolution by themselves, nor do they have the power to do so. They lack the power to annihilate a sin once it has taken place. They need outside assistance. Divesting a sin of it's validity, voiding it, rubbing it out of time, in other words making something into nothing, requires a mysterious and supernatural act. Only God - because he is exempt from earthly João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-88333323679578573102015-04-05T11:54:00.001+01:002015-04-05T11:54:14.244+01:00Uma canção para domingo
Seems like a big deal now
But you will get over
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-8252177192788859882015-03-29T12:53:00.001+01:002015-03-29T12:53:27.567+01:00NográdJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-53526063128742481202015-03-15T09:07:00.003+00:002015-03-15T09:07:34.258+00:00Da distância
If home is the parental home, it is no thread; it is only the past. Letters written by parents are messages from a shore we are foresaking; all they can do is make us aware of how far we have strayed from the port we left, enveloped in the selfless devotion of our loved ones. Yes, their letters say, the port still exists, it's still there in all its conforting, pristine beauty; but the João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-29644220378301300592015-03-07T14:25:00.002+00:002015-03-07T14:25:30.016+00:00Este - Oeste
Ten kilometers from the Western house there stands the clean room* of the Great Plain, which was furnished with the best furniture when the house was built, the beds were done up with the best bedclothes, then the curtains were drawn, the shutters closed, leaving the smell of stale mould to accumulate. No one ever steps inside, no one uses it. The clean room is the magical space of Eastern man, João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-17020850807160857442015-02-15T10:32:00.002+00:002015-02-15T10:33:09.673+00:00Do atraso
À casa da família Machado chegava tudo tarde: o telefone, a televisão a cores, as transmissões e o canal 2 da RTP, que só dava chuva, as encomendas de França - perdidas no posto dos Correios da Baixa da Banheira - e o almoço do menino, a comer a fruta a caminho da escola, a chegar atrasado, a pedir desculpa à professora, "o almoço atrasou-se, senhora professora". Atrasava-se a mulher para João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-63466743371341338592015-01-25T09:35:00.003+00:002015-01-25T09:36:30.747+00:00Três poemas de Fonte Breve
Fonte Breve, de João Miguel Henriques (Tea for One, 2015). À venda em Lisboa nas livrarias Ler Devagar, Paralelo W e Letra Livre.
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-658754403419081232015-01-16T12:04:00.002+00:002015-01-16T12:04:50.158+00:00Saturday night feverJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-55142067344323374252015-01-07T17:29:00.001+00:002015-01-07T17:31:55.808+00:00Fonte breve
Lançamento do livro de poesia Fonte Breve, de João Miguel Henriques (editado pela Tea for One), dia 10 de Janeiro, pelas 18:30, no Bar do Teatro A Barraca, em Lisboa. Por lá nos vemos.
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-85760899073719842362014-12-21T09:19:00.000+00:002014-12-21T09:19:02.018+00:00Uma canção para domingo
You got to beat it down to get to my soul
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-40345797420450271002014-11-16T23:17:00.005+00:002014-11-16T23:20:04.793+00:00Agria
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João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-53165515453527973482014-09-21T09:58:00.001+01:002014-09-21T09:58:39.228+01:00Saudade à vendaJoão Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-8909268931490683202014-08-10T14:36:00.002+01:002014-09-21T09:59:52.403+01:00Uma canção para domingo
There’s a gap between what a man wants and what a man will receive.
João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6198038.post-7735255738403226222014-08-02T08:22:00.001+01:002014-08-02T08:22:27.085+01:00Hotel Sarajevo
tu devias-me uma tragédia
e eu fiz-ta pagar em incêndios.
faculdade de direito
junto à estátua do cavalo.
a polícia anda à nossa procura
e o dia ameaça a denúncia
as fronteiras estão todas fechadas.
o povo exige a nossa cabeça
quero esconder-nos numa viela
na cave esconsa do taberneiro
mas não há ruas para o teu corpo
tu já sequer cabes no mundo
por isso pagaste a tragédia com fogo
ateado João Miguel Henriqueshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03337727231834149045noreply@blogger.com0