Ein Stück Kindheit...

...zum nicht vergessen.

Erich Kästner (* 23. Februar 1899 in Dresden; † 29. Juli 1974 in München)

Nur wer erwachsen wird und Kind bleibt, ist ein Mensch.



My sister Hanna has started her own blog.
It's yet a baby, but, as well as I know my creative sis, I’m certain it's going to be a very interesting blog!
Be sure to check it out from time to time.


Carlos Lopes

Carlos Alberto de Sousa Lopes (born February 18, 1947), winner of the marathon race at the 1984 Summer Olympics, in Los Angeles. He brought Portugal's first ever Olympic gold medal along with a new Olympic record - 2:09.21 - which remains unbeaten.



Fighting for freedom.

3 years ago today, more than 11 Million people demonstrated for peace…

What again is the meaning of freedom?


Hansi, Hansi, Hansi!

Hans Krankl (born February 14, 1953 in Vienna, Austria)
Krankl was a centre forward, with an international record of 34 goals in 69 games. Among the clubs he played for are Rapid Vienna and Barcelona. He is regarded by many as the greatest ever Austrian player.
He was named Austrian Player of the Year for a record 9 times, and was voted the most popular Austrian player of the last 25 years.
Some of his major contributions and successes include helping his native Austria to their first ever World Cup in twenty years by qualifying for football's greatest prize in 1978, where he had the honour of being the player to score the winning goal against arch-rivals West Germany, ensuring that he went down in the record books as being part of the Austrian team which beat West Germany for the first time in 37 years. Another great success is winning the Golden Boot for Rapid Vienna (41 goals) in the same year, attracting the interest of Spanish giants FC Barcelona, helping them in his first season to the Spanish Cup as well as the Cup Winners' Cup, picking up the top goalscorer's award in that season of La Liga as well (29 goals). Since retiring as a player in 1989 playing for Austria Salzburg, Krankl has worked as a football manager and coach. He was most recently employed by the Austrian national team.


The Voyage of Charles Darwin

"The Voyage of Charles Darwin" was a BBC TV mini-series, in seven episodes of sixty minutes each, produced by Christopher Ralling and starring Malcolm Stoddard as Charles Darwin. It was first aired in the UK by BBC/Time-Life Television on October 31, 1978. I was only 7 years old, living in England with my parents, and the TV series left a huge impact on me back then and some images never left my head.
The Voyage of the Beagle.
Charles Robert Darwin

(*February 12, 1809 in Shrewsbury, England - †April 19, 1882 in Downe, England)

"I have called this principle, by which each slight variation, if useful, is preserved, by the term Natural Selection."
(Charles Darwin in "The Origin of Species")

Agostinho da Silva

"... that each man is different from myself and unique in the universe; that I am not the one, consequently, that must reflect instead of him, [...] that knows what is best for him, [...] that must point his way. Towards him I have only one right: helping him to be himself; as my essential duty to myself is being who I am, as uncomfortable as that may be [...]" (Agostinho da Silva)

George Agostinho Baptista da Silva (Porto, February 13, 1906 - Lisbon, April 3, 1994), was a Portuguese philosopher, essayist and writer. His thought combines elements of pantheism and millenarism, an ethic of renounciation (like in Buddhism or Franciscanism), and a belief in freedom as the most important feature of man. Anti-dogmatic, he asserts that truth is only found in the sum of all conflicting hypothesis (in paradox). He may be considered a practical philosopher, living and working for a change in society, according to his beliefs.

Associação Agostinho da Silva

PS: Publicidade "escondida": A Propósito do centenário do nascimento do Professor Agostinho da Silva o Jornal PÚBLICO lança uma colecção inédita em DVD “A Propósito de Agostinho da Silva” a partir de 19 de Fevereiro, todos os domingos, por mais 6,30€.


Outra Rádio

Desde a emissão inaugural do programa de rádio "Sopa da Pedra" do meu caro amigo Carlos B Norton, que aqui do lado direito está colocado um "link" para o blog do programa. Infelizmente só era possível escutar a RUA FM 102.7 no Algarve. Agora a Rádio Universitária do Algarve já está on-line e pode ser ouvida em todo o mundo. Para degustar a Sopa da Pedro basta seguir este link às quintas das 8 às 9 da noite!

Sopa da Pedra
Receita recomendada pelos melhores Chefes!


Let's get together and feel alright

Robert Nesta Marley
(* February 6, 1945 in Nine Mile near St. Ann/Jamaica; † May 11, 1981 in Miami/Florida)

"My music will go on forever. Maybe it's a fool say that, but when me know facts me can say facts. My music will go on forever."

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." (Bob Marley)

Your music sure still does hit me - every time!


Heating up the ice...

Para acabar com a inveja...
(ver na "burra")
...a rádio "Glatteis" veio para aquecer o gelo!


American Pie

A long long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died

Bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Did you write the Book of Love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Do you believe in rock 'n roll
Can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow

Well, I know that you're in love with him
'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym
You both kicked off your shoes
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died

I started singin'

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the jester sang for the King and Queen
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me

Oh, and while the King was looking down
The jester stole his thorny crown
The courtroom was adjourned
No verdict was returned
And while Lennon [Lenin?] read a book of Marx
The quartet practiced in the park
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died

We were singing

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter
The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter
Eight miles high and falling fast
It landed foul out on the grass
The players tried for a forward pass
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the Sergeants played a marching tune
We all got up to dance
Oh, but we never got the chance
'Cause the players tried to take the field
The marching band refused to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died

We started singing

Oh, and there we were all in one place
A generation Lost in Space
With no time left to start again
So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news
But she just smiled and turned away
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before
But the man there said the music woudn't play

And in the streets the children screamed
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three men I admire most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died

And they were singing

They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie
Drove my chevy to the levee
But the levee was dry
Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die

(Don McLean)

The Day the Music Died

On February 3rd, 1959, Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and The Big Bopper (J. P. Richardson) were killed in a plane crash en route from Mason City, Iowa to a gig near Fargo, North Dakota.

Buddy Holly
Ritchie Valens
The Big Bopper