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Monday, 21 September 2015

Vítor Silva Tavares

Triste notícia.

Se houve uma editora, a primeira que, independentemente do idioma das obras por ela editadas, me cativou ao longo da vida, foi
 a "& Etc"

, e digo-o sem hesitação. 

Vítor Silva Tavares: 17 de Julho, de 1937 / 21 de Setembro, de 2015.

A sad day for Literature, one of my all time favourite publishers
is gone.

Sunday, 6 September 2015

Leitura Encenada | Mulher de Porto Pim, de ANTONIO TABUCCHI

Quem puder ir, aconselho vivamente o seguinte evento.

Local: Clube Naval da Graciosa (Açores - Ilha da Graciosa)
Data e hora: 11, 12 e 13 de Setembro, 21.00h

Ilustração de Isabella Staino

Deixo o seguinte descritivo e informação, escrito por Fernando Mora Ramos (encenador)

- LINK (Fernando Mora Ramos - na rede social - fb)

- LINK (Teatro da Rainha - site)
- LINK (info. sobre a peça, no site do Teatro da Rainha)


Esta leitura-encenada tentará dar a ver os homens “através dos olhos doloridos de um lento animal”. E será um pequeno texto no fim do livro, retrato dos humanos feito por uma baleia, que Tabucchi refere ter sido inspirado num poema de Drummond de Andrade, a bússola da aventura encenada, pois atravessará, e comentará a passo, à semelhança de um coro da tragédia grega - aqui a voz das baleias agirá através de um corifeu multiplicado porta-voz— o desenrolar das três narrativas seleccionadas: Uma caçada,cujas páginas “não aspiram a ser mais que uma crónica”, Mulher de Porto Pim que Tabucchi confessa dever-se “às confidências de um homem que suponho ter encontrado numa taberna de Porto Pim” e que não exclui ter “modificado com acréscimos e juízos próprios da presunção de quem crê que da história de uma vida se extrai o sentido dessa vida”, e Antero de Quental. Uma vida, biografia contada como “se de uma vida imaginária se tratasse”.

Ideia original de Franco Ceraolo
Encenação de Fernando Mora Ramos
Música de Carlos Alberto Augusto
Pianista Antonella Barletta

Carlos Borges
Fábio Costa
Franco Ceraolo
Fernando Mora Ramos
Manuel Jorge Lobão
Luís Vasco Gregório
Sandra Santos

Operação de Luz e Som de Carina Galante
Produção Executiva Ana Pereira e Carlos Canto Brum
Ilustração do Cartaz de Isabella Staino
Grafismo de Margarida Araújo

11, 12 e 13 de Setembro | 21h30
Clube Naval da Ilha Graciosa
Entrada Livre
[Devido à limitada lotação – 40 lugares – é necessária reserva com 24h de antecedência para o telefone 96 55 39 198 ou para o mail]

A iniciativa da Cross-Over em co-produção com o Teatro da Rainha, é subvencionada pela DRAC – Açores e pela Câmara Municipal de Santa Cruz, conta com o apoio do Instituto Italiano de Cultura de Lisboa e do Clube Naval da Ilha Graciosa e com o Patrocínio do Graciosa Hotel.


LINK (Fernando Mora Ramos - na rede social - fb)
LINK (Carlos Alberto Augusto - na rede social - fb)

LINK (Teatro da Rainha - site)
- LINK (Teatro da Rainha - na rede social - fb)
LINK (para o evento, na rede social fb)

Saturday, 5 September 2015

A Heart of Darkness - revisited

Let us imagine, if not for a moment, that there were no "legal" implications for the term refugee.
(there are - but humour me, please, for the moment)

We'd all like to think everyone could picture being close to 400,000 kilometres from our home, no gravity or air, looking back at our home and marvel emotionally, lovingly homesick, as we have
- "a moment" -
in awe of its astounding, penetrating, blue shine, in the midst of an endless, colourless, void.

Yes, it would be nice, but, things aren't quite so.
There are always a few deranged beings who think and act in accordance to their own whims in an illusion of personal freedom. Freedom can never be true liberty or real if it is only sought by, or for, oneself

work from the series "Beaches of Absolution" - Sept. 2011 Guida Almeida

Europe, it's not that different from other continents, with (some) people keeping people in, (some) people keeping people out.  One thing it is known for (also, like the others) is "a past" with a large flux of people fleeing from the horror of wars, from hardship, from political, economic or past religious persecutions throughout the centuries, bloody civil wars and genocides..
It has (also, like the others) its body of artwork (music, fine art, cinema, dance, dramatic art, architecture, literature, et cetera).

Conrad's - A Heart of Darkness - alone, written in one of Europe's idioms tells us so very much, doesn't it?

I was going to place a video clip with Brando's Kurtz..
If I don't it is because I am a sissy, I love the book, films based on it, and love Brando but, no, not this time.


Joseph Conrad was a migrant, a Pole granted British nationality that travelled the seas with the French and the Brits. in merchant vessels.

Merchant vessels. The Market. Dictatorships.

Trade. Treaties. Turmoil

Exploitation. Misery, Human Will. War. Destruction.

"the horror"

It's too easy to put the blame on this or that nation, on those that pray, pray differently or that do not pray, that eat meat or do not eat meat, or on a victim - be they of war, catastrophes, persecution, hate crimes or whatever it may be that is brought upon them due to someone else's whims,
due to others overstepping their own personal freedom or obeying those that do,
or even by simply not acting, by turning away from those that are wronged.

A Heart of Darkness.

Leopold II, one of the world's top genocidal maniacs of all time was not an example of a typical Belgian person, the same can be said of other monstrous beings born in other lands in relation to their countrymen.

One can turn the coin and say that Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King Jr. Peltier, Xiaobo, Mandela or Gandhi weren't or aren't the same as others in their lands,

( can expand things to say neither
Hannah Arendt, Rabindranath Tagore, Fernando Pessoa, Picasso, Einstein, Bach, Stephen Hawking, and a number of others weren't or aren't, in a similar fashion)

(Each person has their own capacities, and freedom of choice, all of us take and choose our own paths)

 but one thing one can definitely say is, whether the "authority" is Science or God, even though obedience is important to social structure and survival
(as it is with other species (dolphins, for example are wonderful but they too have the occasional raping, killer psychopath that causes havoc among the others. Like other animal species, we are social beings),
 it can also be lethal and have a horrific outcome.

To think about things, think them through and well may not be easy but it is important.

(playlist with 3 short clips)

It has taken me a while to try to write down my thoughts regarding the "European Migrant Crisis", not because it doesn't hurt me deep down in my soul, but because I have been perplexed at reactions each time news regarding the terrible ordeal is announced.

Some of us comment the news in such a way that we see how "a heart of darkness" can be anywhere, just as one can be shocked by the outcome experiments such as the one above.

The European Union is a union of states. for obvious reasons with open borders among themselves under the Schengen Agreement, a necessary tool for the EU to function, with its 2013 - Dublin Regulation (revised in 2014) is ill equipped to deal with today's world as can be, to our horror, verified.

To my surprise, some go to great lengths to argue over semantics, whether people are refugees, migrants, immigrants, emigrants, citizens of here or there, to such a degree that something is lost - the understanding that these are
Anyone of us, any one of our children, fathers, mothers, wives or husbands, due to catastrophe, war, famine, drought, plague, or whatever, can become from one moment to the next, a refugee.. Think of it.  If the term refugee seems to (for reasons beyond my knowledge) be demeaning to some people, it is because either they do not fathom in the least  (they themselves)  what it is to be caught in an earthquake, plague, a war torn nation, being pursued by a tyrant's special forces because they liked daddy's car - although daddy was a minister in the tyrant's government - and in a "shoot first, ask questions later" mentality - shot daddy's son who was taking a drive and have daddy's nephew who was in the passenger seat throw himself behind the wheel.., never stopping until he gets to a place where those who would cover-up their blunder (thinking if it happened to us what happens to others?) could not get their hands on him - having been refused protection until he got to the third country he arrived in, thousands of km later, struggling with the thought that he may never to be able to see the face of his family, his fiancée and friends ever again.. His country wasn't at war, imagine if it were,, Demeaning, is not the word that comes to mind when I think of a refugee.
A refugee can be anyone.

It can be you or me in the past, present or future for any reason.

The term exists because Man's world isn't perfect and our backyard may not always be a safe haven.

It is a legal term, with legal implications, defining a hopefully temporary status.

To make things worse, great profit in one of the world's major money making venues is being obtained - human trafficking, blood money being made
- LINK - Guardian news article on Migrant Crisis and Human Trafficking - April 2015 

- GP (international affairs magazine) article regarding flaws in Dublin Convention - Feb. 2015


Dublin Regulation

NY Times article - Sept 2015

Sputnik News article - Aug 25, 2015

UN Refugee Agency

Rule of Law in Armed Conflicts Project - International refugee law

European Council on Refugees and Exiles

painting from the series "Beaches of Absolution" - Sept. 2011 Guida Almeida

September and three blogs to post - ok - I might as well start with a beauty pageant. Why not? ('Heavens to Murgatroyd' - i'm writing about a beauty pageant!!)

I admit that ever since I can remember beauty pageants repel me, something about measuring human worth in contests where the superficial values of one's physique are weighed always made me turn away and not care for them in any way whatsoever, not even enough to take them seriously so as to merit criticism.

I suppose it is related to the reasons the Oddessy and its "world" always appealed more to me than that of the Illiad, although obviously one without the other would have a fraction of its worth, one relating the "journey to" (a destination), the other back, and what each reveals about those particular worlds and changes, or differences, therein.

I won't be a hypocrite and say that (in my case) a man's physical attribute's doesn't affect me, or catch my attention, but attraction and appeal (in my case) need way much more than that.

This said and eventhough exceptions always seem to reinforce a rule, as in this case. I feel an exception such as this is stronger still due to an ironic situation.
One sees where what is usually deemed as a path par excellence for conformity and entertainment for the masses, moreover a model for it, in our present times of mass consumerism, labels, where the contents of a package are downsized and of residual relevance (in this case "package" being an individual, anyone of us), in value never more than a second place at best,
in favour of the package's appearance
(the wrapping - so to speak), here
one is taken by surprise by receiving a request for people to think "outside the box", presented with a  light for non-conformity right in the heart of the realm of conformity.

Competitions of this nature, be they to crown a Mr/Miss/Mrs Universe, or others, where a panel of "judges" for the most part are requested to value one's physical attributes, far too similar to the judging of cattle for my taste, may have brought us the likes of a Sarah Palin (a female version of Donald Trump, but without the bad hair) but also people such as this young lady.
It commands my respect that someone like her should subject herself to a pageant, but after becoming aware of the competition's theme I understood a little more how, in this case, it could be possible.

I believe it is the first time (I doubt it will happen again, but who knows?)  that I do not look upon such a competition as a joke, and am thankful for being thus contradicted.

I leave you now with this year's Mrs. Universe.

(taken from this article - LINK , found on a friend's Social Network account's wall)


Wishing all a good day

image from - here

Thursday, 13 August 2015

International Jazz Fest on the Rhine (2015) - Friday & Saturday, Aug. 21, 22.

A wonderful line-up of concerts, if you love music and are fortunate to be in the vicinity, by all means do not miss this.


- 19h
Red Orchestra: Angela Requena Fuentes (dr), Paul Janoschka (p), Jan Dittmann (b)

- 20.30h
Richie Beirach (piano solo)

- 22h
Susan Weinert Global Players Trio: Susan Weinert (g), Martin Weinert (b), Florian Schneider (dr)


Ylativ Algo: Olga Reznichenko (p), Jan Kyncl (t sax), Vitaly Kiseleve (tp), Lukas Growe (b), Philip Theurer (d)

Regina Litvinova (p), Tamara Lukasheva (v)

Drei im roten Kreis meets the Talking Horns:
Achim Fink (tba/trb), Andreas Gilgenberger (sax), Stephan Schulze (tba/trb), Berns Winterschladen (sax), Reiner Witzel (sax), Joscha Oetz (b), Christian Scheuber (d)



(regarding the photos: I'm only aware at the moment of the author of Richie Beirach's (which is on his "Trust" Album) - an image by David Tan,
  and two others among those I just found on the internet : Drei im roten Kreis - by Manfred Rinderspacher,

  and Susan Weinert's which is by Michael M. Roth)

Wednesday, 12 August 2015

Beneath an Evening Sky - the blossoming of impermanence

Yes, the day with all its hues of blue is a wondrous thing,
where Time seems to drift at a constant (more or less),
when we are blind to Space 
from all the light, 
when All - nos remete à Nossa esfera, ao Nosso corpo celeste (de aquáticos tons, giratório e de existência(s) concentrica(s)), à 
ilusão do nosso pensamento, fractal e fragmentário - is not visible though the illusion is so profoundly ironic, with all its reflected light upon so many things; although we know it to be a fraction, it seems our mind only grasps what, where and when the eye can see,
stopping thenceforth 
with each day's demise "sight" changes 
(as does "sound", but its weight in our perception of things, along with its keenness should merit another post. Actually the subject is best "viewed", in my opinion, though authors such as - Link)

Ah, it is getting dark..

Image: G. Almeida

the night - 
as one is given back the truth of one's dimension with the unveiling of the universe and the earth turning back into that nomadic spacecraft sailing the expanses along with its solar partners, ships among their stars that they in truth.. are

(truth?.. Well, whether one fathoms the Truth or not - I suppose it is the closest one can get before being enlightened (the enlightenment of "Nothing" and "All"), 
as one peeks, 
drifting further and further, 
vertigo here and there as one perceives beyond the three dimensions, 
the fourth and the joining of the 4 - Becoming a Duo, a dual state whilst in conversation 
with the Universe, at times shyly, 
at times as the forever existent child within, yet at times almost older in a funny way, 
being talked back to in a similar fashion, then you both look back upon it all. 
All? ...
There is solace in the dark matter that covers much of what IS, 
Was and Will Be 
as there is in mortality 
as there is in the fluidity of that which is ephemeral in being.....)

The skin tingles with the freshness of the night's breeze and 
with a quick movement of the chair 
your balance is off, 
You place one foot on the ground 
and surrender. 

So many stars 
and so little time.

image - link

I think one of the meteors crashed into my little toe

A funny thing about the Perseids (and other meteor showers) is 
that it has always seemed (to me) to be a manifestation of something bigger, 
the Universe coming in 
to tickle 

Everything may well be impermanent but, 
that doesn't mean it doesn't tickle (sometimes).

Good night.

(ao dar nome às estrelas cadentes, elas, as estrelas escrevem no céu o que nos vai na alma. O que nos vai na alma, ao contrário dos tons do céu, pode conter mais coisas mas, não muda. Há coisas que não mudam, nem mesmo o universo, por muitas definições que se lhe consigam arranjar.  Pode até nem existir, ou ser tudo não mais que um espirro de um cão obrigado a comer um remédio em forma de biscoito.  Se existe ou não o dito universo, é outra questão.)

Estas horas da noite levam-nos para "outros universos", outros colos. Está na hora de recolher e deixar as estrelas caírem noutras cabeças. Boa noite.

( existir o universo? A existência de moscas, por exemplo, faz-me crer que sim. 
Quem iria querer imaginar tais seres? 
Fazem parte do eco-quê?  
E quem iria imaginar um eco-nãosei-dasquantas tão vasto?

Não. Deve existir mesmo, com moscas e tudo, 
inclusive os blocos de cimento que ostentam no lombo  
após uma das estrelas se esconder 
que se colocam, de forma mafarriquenta, ante os pés.
Quem iria inventar, por muito humor que tenha, as cabras das moscas?)

image: G. Almeida

(digo que vou recolher mas, só mais um pouco 
não me fará mal.  
Não será a primeira vez 
que adormeço de baixo de cadentes estrelas)


It is, after all, a new moon out tonight
(not sure if it's really that new, but then again isn't it always 
as each day passes before our eyes?)

Good night.

image taken from a Nasa Video

Sunday, 2 August 2015

August is a state of mind

Ella Fitzgerald

What can I say?
She was (and is) one of the definitions of beauty.

A musician's nightmare (one of them that is) may well be being confronted with having to interpret something so apparently overdone that the mere thought of it makes him or her queasy, but, all of a sudden out of nowhere something (or rather "someone") happens.
Along comes Ella, telling us - making us feel - we are but fools
(I'm pretty sure someone of her stature would never utter such a thing, or even feel it.
She did so, even if unwittingly, for such is the way with unuttered truths when we come across them).
Genius is always able to, with authority, show us profound truth through a bafflingly simple gesture, interpretation, creation, quickly scribbled line of words, or equation.  Of course, it can also be more elaborate and remarkably so, but, it always seems to reveal its "stuff" as if it were a quick turn of a wrist, or a dew drop falling into a pail of water; and it does so with an uncanny and apparent simplicity.

August is here.
Sometimes it's always present, as when Time seems to stop (similar to the times when one sees, hears, or touches something beautiful, and even if in mere recollection within the mind's eye, ear or body).
The word "sometimes" seems odd, doesn't it?
It seems that one of the "relative" aspects of the dimension - Time - is its subjectivity.
When time slows down or more than that, when it "stops", everything and anything is "always".

In this sense "August" is a state of mind.


I had just seen this y-tube video of Ella's Summertime. It was posted on social media by a dear friend (Luisa Vasquez).

I thought to myself  «Oh my goodness, it's "Summertime" ...but, but, but, ..but it's Ella. I have to hear it; I simply have to,» - and was of course, mesmerized.

Here is a case when one is so very thankful for "recordings".  I can't even begin to imagine what it would be like to actually be in the presence of such a rendition, but, one thing I can say, thank goodness for it having been recorded.

No matter the instrument, be it a trumpet, sax, voice, bass, drums, tablas, piano or whatever it may be, it is not merely a case of tone, phrasing, dynamics or general technical ability. It's a case of "authenticity".
That's why it hits you - 'smack' - in the gut.
That's why Time changes speed.
That's why "Space" changes its shape and dimensions.
That's when we are confronted with our own being, and perceive it - through Time & through Space.

She has given me back

The mark of someone truly extraordinary is when they keep on moving us, even when they're no longer here.

(of course - I prefer it when they're still around but that's another issue, having to do with the selfishness of not appreciating their going off to some other plane.., we can be a greedy lot, i know i am, and in some instances my greed has no limits. Acceptance is one thing, the joy and greed for having certain "someones" around - while we're still here, is quite another)

Happy August.

Quando uma pessoa despeja (por assim dizer) o que lhe vai na alma, 
numa língua, fica-se sem 
vontade em se auto-traduzir,
 ao contrário do caso de traduzir outras pessoas
 (falo por mim, está claro).
 Não é por falta de amizade a quem
 lê noutras línguas, de todo, mas por me sentir em repetição.
 Será uma falha minha, bem sei, e por isso peço desculpa.
 Em todo o caso, o que digo não é importante,
 o que o é neste artigo, sem dúvida, é a interpretação
 e a alma de quem assim canta.
 Tenho sempre aquele respeito especial por quem cria
 mas, no caso musical, por exemplo, 
não pode ficar por aí simplesmente.
 É o interprete, e a sua
 interpretação, quer seja a do próprio autor,
 quer seja a de outra pessoa, que
 nos oferece a obra - e se com este nível de "genuinidade",
 isso não é menos precioso.
 Uma coisa não tira à outra.
Aqui, para além da notável presença desta mulher tão,
 mas tão especial,
 é o trabalho de conjunto,
 coisa que também nos impõe uma beleza formidável,
 e que nos oferece assim, de novo,
 a notável criação.

São coisas assim, e falo por mim, que nos remetem à fragilidade e grandeza da vida, do efémero da mesma, da beleza da
 mortalidade e da doçura de qualquer estação que, na verdade, pode nos habitar em (e a) qualquer altura.

Desejando-vos, a todos que por aqui passem, um belíssimo Agosto.


(Não posso deixar de agradecer a uma querida amiga, a Luisa Vasquez,
 por ter colocado esta versão, deste clássico que acabo de ver, numa rede social)

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Calling all Tigers - International Tiger Day (Julio Pomar and other favourites..)

After the news of the mighty, and magnificent Cecil, loved by so many, who like few of his kind enjoyed posing in his natural habitat (in freedom)  to show his beauty (i've always thought it just to call a group of lions - a Pride)
- we come to a day that exists to make us aware of other mighty, extraordinary cats, and how close we are to losing them for good.

I shall leave straight away two LINKs, one repeating the online PETITION  I had posted in my last blog, for Cecil (please read and if you agree, sign), the other for TIGER_DAY_ORG with some facts and figures on the subject of tigers.

Of course I'm also partial to the exquisite Snow Leopard
with its large paws and incredible tail, other big cats, wolves, bears (♥ polar bears and others), dolphins, oh - and elephants (so wonderful), plus many more that share and inhabit this delicate blue spot in the universe.

The first time I came upon one of Julio Pomar's latest series of work - his Tiger series, it baffled me. He is one of those authors (artists) that I have a hard time finding work that doesn't "click" with me, every time i'd view his craft i was moved. With the Tiger series I felt something different and wasn't sure what I felt towards his work, I knew I had to see it "face to face", so to speak.
When I finally did get a chance to see work from this series I was struck to the core. It was incredible. I can't say enough times that, similar to the recordings of music, representations of the work are fine (in some cases extremely valuable, especially in music) but nothing substitutes the experience of seeing them "live".

In music, for instance, going to the actual concerts. even though the recordings may be magnificent, when it comes to the "live" experience of the work, well, what can I say? It is hard to put into words, and anyone with a love for music knows exactly what I mean.

I'll leave you with images of some of the work from Pomar's Tiger series that can be found in various different internet connections (making it hard for me to say who originally posted or took their pictures at the moment and for this I apologize for I always like to name the sources. I shall do so in the future, placing it in the comment section as soon as I find out the correct sources).

As a very small child, and growing up, I was so very fond of Winnie the Pooh's "Tigre" persona, had a large stuffed tiger

(or lion doll not sure any more, but since he had no mane, i believe he was a tiger - he was a solid pinkish, salmon colour, but i was told that that was due to it being washed so many times)

- that I'd take everywhere with me.
He was my first love.

Bigger than me for so long, more my size near the end, I remember him still with an affection one has for a beloved family member from one's most tender years and still have that feeling I had had when at age five or six he finally had to be taken.  It took forever for the grownups to get him away from me as I felt he began to disappear for hours on end (to be washed), and feared his eventually not coming back.

Now that I think of it, I now appreciate all the more those who in the past showered me as an adult with Calvin & Hobbes when it came out, on birthdays and such. Yes, I see the added humour..

Three or four years ago, one of the culprits gave me this t-shirt..


Wishing all a very nice day.

Once again - beautiful Cecil

Image: Bryan Oxford

Post scriptum

Oh, by the way, since we're on the topic of magnificent creatures I cannot leave out this link to a past article, regarding Polar bears among other things. With the insane will to drill the arctic (a calamitous move) these days, I am left without words.., but say this: it is imperative that we protect the Arctic.

Taking into consideration that they should be in their natural habitat, it is always the best and preferable, one knows that some people for bizarre reasons  try to take them on as pets. Thankfully they can be, and sometimes are, rescued from this idiocy - and although their being able to be returned to the wild as they should be is compromised due to the folly
(no longer able to survive as they would had they not been "kidnapped") the following seems not only a lesson as to getting along despite our differences, but a good solution for such sad cases of animal mistreatment, and commendable when no other option is available.

When I think of the madness some of us commit to our own species, be they babies - adults, or elders of respectable age, as well as these magnificent creatures, my heart sinks.
Thank goodness not all of us are as daft as some.
We were born with brains, we should use them.
The world can be such a wondrous and wonderful place if we don't "complicate" things.

Here is "Gaia" (the Earth) once more;
I try my best not to but, I do sometimes repeat things I find beautiful.

Tuesday, 28 July 2015

Cecil - a Zimbabwe King of cats

it's hard to fathom what is in the head and heart of someone who could do this, to look upon such a magnificent being and to.........
- It sickens one's soul.

( beautiful cat)

I can comprehend an Inuit person, for instace, hunting a seal to eat and use the animal's fur to fend against the cold. I can even sometimes comprehend non-Inuits hunting to eat - Non-Endangered animals and when - outside of their mating and nurturing of their babies' - season - if at least they are given a very decent chance to escape, as a fire arm by far out matches one side and makes it such cowardice any other way. 
Some non-sapien animals hunt to eat as we do, but do not hunt for trophies and are not cowards when doing so. 

This non-sapien animal even if it were not a protected animal 
(which he was, and so increbibly well known) 
residing in a sancuary, that doesn't have to know any "human" boundary stating that if it were to wander from said sanctuary (even a centimetre and thus believed to be "legal" to hunt - which it still wasn't as it was lured out, among other things) - had a name. It should remind us of the magnificence of life and Being, deserving admiration and love.

His dead body is as ugly a sight - as his life and live body was beautiful. 

He should remind us of the magnificence of life and Being, deserving admiration and love.
We should respect and protect such creatures, never destroy them. This act is a horrible thing, an abomination. His dead body is as ugly a sight - as his life and live body was beautiful. 

PETITION - please read and if you agree, sign.

 - The act doesn't stop here, the cubs will now most likely be killed by others wanting to take over the pride due to their father Cecil's demise, and for what?