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Vale e Azevedo não paga a renda … Setembro 26, 2008

Filed under: Actualidade — looking4good @ 7:53 am
João Vale e Azevedo não paga a renda da mansão onde tem vivido em Londres. John Marriott, proprietário da mansão de 15 milhões de euros onde reside o ex-presidente do Benfica, em Knightsbridge, o bairro mais caro da capital inglesa, reclama 324 mil libras (cerca de 416 mil euros) em rendas em atraso, desde 2007. Ou seja, o ex-presidente do Benfica vive numa mansão que lhe custa menos do que a mim custa o meu apartamentozinho…

Nothingandall sabe que o proprietário vai contratar um advogado para se ver livre do inquilino relapso. Por mim, acho que Vale de Azevedo ainda vai conseguir ser o advogado do senhorio na causa contra si próprio!

 

European Day of Languages

Filed under: Day,efemerides — looking4good @ 1:18 am
Celebrating linguistic diversity, plurilingualism, lifelong language learning

The European Day of Languages celebrates the rich heritage of cultures and traditions embodied in all the languages of Europe – and not only the 23 official languages of the EU.

The first European Day of Languages took place on 26 September 2001. It was one of the highlights of the European Year of Languages.

The general objectives of the European Day of Languages are:

  • Alerting the public to the importance of language learning and diversifying the range of languages learnt in order to increase plurilingualism and intercultural understanding;

  • Promoting the rich linguistic and cultural diversity of Europe, which must be preserved and fostered;

  • Encouraging lifelong language learning in and out of school, whether for study purposes, for professional needs, for purposes of mobility or for pleasure and exchanges.

Know more

 

European Day of Languages

Filed under: Day,efemerides — looking4good @ 1:18 am
Celebrating linguistic diversity, plurilingualism, lifelong language learning

The European Day of Languages celebrates the rich heritage of cultures and traditions embodied in all the languages of Europe – and not only the 23 official languages of the EU.

The first European Day of Languages took place on 26 September 2001. It was one of the highlights of the European Year of Languages.

The general objectives of the European Day of Languages are:

  • Alerting the public to the importance of language learning and diversifying the range of languages learnt in order to increase plurilingualism and intercultural understanding;

  • Promoting the rich linguistic and cultural diversity of Europe, which must be preserved and fostered;

  • Encouraging lifelong language learning in and out of school, whether for study purposes, for professional needs, for purposes of mobility or for pleasure and exchanges.

Know more

 

European Day of Languages

Filed under: Day,efemerides — looking4good @ 1:18 am
Celebrating linguistic diversity, plurilingualism, lifelong language learning

The European Day of Languages celebrates the rich heritage of cultures and traditions embodied in all the languages of Europe – and not only the 23 official languages of the EU.

The first European Day of Languages took place on 26 September 2001. It was one of the highlights of the European Year of Languages.

The general objectives of the European Day of Languages are:

  • Alerting the public to the importance of language learning and diversifying the range of languages learnt in order to increase plurilingualism and intercultural understanding;

  • Promoting the rich linguistic and cultural diversity of Europe, which must be preserved and fostered;

  • Encouraging lifelong language learning in and out of school, whether for study purposes, for professional needs, for purposes of mobility or for pleasure and exchanges.

Know more

 

Macavity: The Mystery Cat by T. S. Eliot (who was born 120 years ago)

Filed under: poetry,T. S. Eliot — looking4good @ 12:59 am
Cat image from here

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air–
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square–
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

Thomas Stearns Eliot (b. 26 September 1888 in St. Louis, Missouri, United States – d. 4 January 1965, in London, England)

Read also:
The Boston Evening Transcript
The Naming of Cats

 

Macavity: The Mystery Cat by T. S. Eliot (who was born 120 years ago)

Filed under: poetry,T. S. Eliot — looking4good @ 12:59 am
Cat image from here

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air–
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square–
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

Thomas Stearns Eliot (b. 26 September 1888 in St. Louis, Missouri, United States – d. 4 January 1965, in London, England)

Read also:
The Boston Evening Transcript
The Naming of Cats

 

On this day in History – Sep. 26

Filed under: efemerides,This Day in History — looking4good @ 12:28 am