The Crazy Ones

Esta campanha da Apple é das mais deslumbrantes que eu já encontrei. A sua simplicidade, força e elegância. Por motivos profissionais tive que a rever nos últimos dias e fiquei impressionado como se mantém actual. Os posters têm apenas o Logo da maçã e duas palavras: Think different.

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Think Different

Here's to the crazy ones.

The misfits.
The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.

The ones who see things differently.
They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.
You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.
Because they change things.

They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones,
we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think
they can change the world, are the ones who do.

de Apple

WWF

de World Wildlife Foundation

Portugal

Cristianiadade

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Angola

Sem tempo nenhum para escrever algo de jeito, não podia deixar passar este momento.
Tantas vezes Angola foi notícia pelas razões erradas e gostei muito hoje de vê-la como nação, com o seu povo na rua a falar nas suas comidas e dos seus Palancas Negras. Ouvi sons em directo de Luanda, sem que ouvisse nenhum choro mas sim risos e alegria. Eu fui natural de Angola. Luanda, Angola, Portugal, respectivamente.
A sua Natureza está na minha natureza.

e confesso que já tinha esquecido

D. Sebastian

Modern history is full of governments rushing into disastrous wars. However we have to go back to Portugal's 1578 invasion of Morocco for the closest analog to Bush invading Iraq. King Sebastian was three when he came to the throne. Educated by fanatic Jesuits, he grew up with a passion for a crusade against Morocco. Advisors inherited from his father opposed him. Portugal had a lot on its hands in Brazil and the East Indies. But the more they argued against it, the more he surrounded himself with mad monks who thought a crusade was a terrific idea.

Sebastian and 40,000 troops sailed away. Six, not 6,000, came back, none named Sebastian. The kingdom collapsed. In 1580 Spain marched in. Portugal literally disappeared from the map until 1640 when a nobles' revolt regained independence. The Jesuits and monks were Sebastian's neo-cons. Without them, no crusade. But he was king. He went to war, not them. If he wasn't crazy, he would have listened to dad's staff.

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Starry Night

de Vincent van Gogh

Vincent

Starry, starry night paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

For they could not love you but still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside on that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do but I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls with eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will...

de Don McLean