"Silver Gull" (Larus novaehollandiae)

jotajota2 On 07/02/2010

e foi ;D

leo2210 On 07/02/2010

como eu gosto desta página!

beijim moço.

_marionehse On 07/02/2010

(*) SIC
correção:

a "sala" gigantesca que a senhora Brenner faz para a Tippi Hedren

_marionehse On 07/02/2010

na verdade, os créditos são de uma amiga 50% papatinha
que me salientou a "sala" gigantesca que a Tippi Hedren faz para a senhora Brenner
(não consegui ver outra vez com outros olhos)
e pensando bem, é uma cantada Chiquperrima que ela dá nela
kkkkkkkkkkkkk
viajando ou não, o filme é amazing
como essa photo acima

adoraaando

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smaaaaaaks

makenosense On 07/02/2010

que lindo esse Inconstância!!!

e tudo que devia escrever aqui, escrevi no post de ontem, sorry!

bjo gde

stay_beautiful On 07/02/2010

risos!
o acervo poemo-avícola é sujeito a improvisos... não tinha gaivota "silver", serve "grey"? tentarei manter o alto nível, mas se aparecer alguma dona passarinha fã de arame farpado... será deboche e gargalhada na certa!
adoro o som das gaivotas! de vez em quando elas interagem discretamente nos ambients que ouço do lado de cá... cê sabe!
e pode rir... mas o primeiro filme que eu vi no cinema foi "fernão capelo gaivota".
que alegria o desfile das emplumadas! glamour puro com os registros de zuckerman - sempre visito para ver os álbuns e clips, muita coisa ainda por explorar!
e que poema! ah!

k.k. planando pelos ares!

stay_beautiful On 07/02/2010

I storm the golden gates of day,
I wing the silver lanes of night;
I plumb the deep for finny prey,
on wave I sleep in tempest height.
conceived was I by sea and sky,
their elements are fused in me;
of brigand birds that float and fly
I am the freest of the free.

from peak to plain, from palm to pine
I coast creation at my will;
the chartless solitudes are mine,
and no one seeks to do me ill.
until some cauldron of the sea
shall gulp for me and I shall cease...
oh I have lived enormously
and I shall have prodigious peace."

with yellow bill and beady eye
this spoke, I think, that old grey gull;
and as I watched it southward fly
life seemed to be a-sudden dull.
for I have often held this thought -
if I could change this mouldy me,
by heaven! I would choose the lot,
of all the gypsy birds, to be
a gull that spans the spacious sea.

robert william service - "grey gull"

stay_beautiful On 07/02/2010

'twas on an iron, icy day
I saw a pirate gull down-plane,
and hover in a wistful way
nigh where my chickens picked their grain.
an outcast gull, so grey and old,
withered of leg I watched it hop,
by hunger goaded and by cold,
to where each fowl full-filled its crop.

they hospitably welcomed it,
and at the food rack gave it place;
it ate and ate, it preened a bit,
by way way of gratitude and grace.
it parleyed with my barnyard cock,
then resolutely winged away;
but I am fey in feather talk,
and this is what I heard it say:

I know that you and all your tribe
are shielded warm and fenced from fear;
with food and comfort you would bribe
my weary wings to linger here.
an outlaw scarred and leather-lean,
I battle with the winds of woe:
you think me scaly and unclean...
and yet my soul you do not know,