\u00c9 final de Agosto e tr\u00eas compadres Mal-Amanhados procuram jantar na ilha Terceira. O B\u00fazios, no Porto Martins, est\u00e1 lotado; a Tasca do Ramo Grande encerrada; ser\u00e1 que os Moinhos nos matam a fome? E de repente, nas \u00faltimas luzes da hora m\u00e1gica, o Crist\u00f3vam \u2013 autor da banda sonora da s\u00e9rie \u2013 mostra a este escriba e ao realizador da dita cuja a mais antiga ermida da ilha, erigida junto a uma ribeira de S\u00e3o Sebasti\u00e3o. \u00c1gua corrente, o ingrediente m\u00e1gico de todos os povoadores, e a raz\u00e3o para ali ter come\u00e7ado a vida terceirense. Eu e o Diogo Rola entreolhamo-nos entre o espanto e a timidez, n\u00e3o faz\u00edamos ideia. Este que vos escreve aplica umas virtuais chibatadas nas pr\u00f3prias costas. Entretanto, ainda n\u00e3o \u00e9 desta que vamos conseguir comer. Dev\u00edamos ter feito reserva (outra coisa que n\u00e3o sabia). \u00c0 quarta l\u00e1 foi de vez, no Rocha do Porto Judeu. \u00c9 a\u00ed, um par de horas depois e com um luar de cinema a recortar os ilh\u00e9us das cabras, que fa\u00e7o as pazes com a nova descoberta (um whisky duplo tamb\u00e9m ajudou, admito). Haveria sempre tanto mais a dizer, percorrer, falar e fazer nestas 9 ilhas. A nossa aventura foi isso mesmo, nossa. Uma perspectiva autobiogr\u00e1fica, uma declara\u00e7\u00e3o de amor destes e n\u00e3o de outros. Foi mesmo Christian quem projectou palavras suas para o balc\u00e3o de Roxanne, sem Cyrano que lhas sussurrasse. Sinceras, de cora\u00e7\u00e3o. Haveria mais temporadas a fazer no arquip\u00e9lago? Sem d\u00favida alguma. Duas, tr\u00eas, quatro, tantas. H\u00e1 hip\u00f3tese de uma qualquer sequela? Reformulando Jorge Palma: enquanto houver mar p\u2019ra navegar. No entretanto, veio o surpreendente convite para um livro da aventura. Este que o leitor agora espreita. Tal como a saga televisiva, a vers\u00e3o liter\u00e1ria foi vivida em confinamento e \u00e0 dist\u00e2ncia. Talvez uma met\u00e1fora da solid\u00e3o a que quase seis s\u00e9culos de hist\u00f3ria nos condenaram. Mas \u2013 tal como no passado \u2013 isso n\u00e3o impediu novos cruzeiros das ilhas, cabos telegr\u00e1ficos, correspond\u00eancia da mais diversa. Estivemos longe mas nunca afastados, nesta partida que o s\u00e9culo XXI pregou a todos. Agora foi com zoom e skype e whatsapp e email e afins que se aproximaram ilh\u00e9us e portos, metas e cors\u00e1rios. Porque o a\u00e7oriano encontra sempre maneira. E por essas e outras \u00e9 que este volume tem cerca de 300 autores, sim, 300. Come\u00e7a, obviamente, na tentativa de transcrever a alma de todos os nossos protagonistas em cada cap\u00edtulo; e termina com uma selec\u00e7\u00e3o do eco maci\u00e7o que chegou de literalmente todo o lado, via redes sociais. A aldeia provou ser global quando os seus habitantes mais precisavam. E sentimos que, de verdade, o amor foi pago com amor. Nas centenas de p\u00e1ginas que agora conservam para sempre aquilo que na chamada caixinha m\u00e1gica se desvanece, h\u00e1 muitas ermidas de S\u00e3o Sebasti\u00e3o. O mesmo que dizer: in\u00e9ditos, tesouros atl\u00e2nticos, desafios a novas aventuras afectivas com o territ\u00f3rio que tanto nos honra. Uma casa com nove divis\u00f5es onde \u00e9 urgente viver. Procure-se a maravilha.<\/p>\n
ING<\/p>\n
It's late August and three Mal-Amanhados compadres are looking for dinner on the island of Terceira. The B\u00fazios, in Porto Martins, is full; the Tasca do Ramo Grande is closed; will the Moinhos satisfy our hunger? And suddenly, in the last lights of the magic hour, Crist\u00f3vam – author of the soundtrack for the series – shows this scribe and the director of the series the oldest chapel on the island, erected next to a stream in S\u00e3o Sebasti\u00e3o. Running water, the magic ingredient of all the settlers, and the reason Terceira's life began there. Diogo Rola and I looked at each other between amazement and shyness, we had no idea. This writer applies a virtual lash on his own back. Meanwhile, we still haven't managed to eat yet. We should have made a reservation (another thing I didn't know). On Wednesday, we went for good to Rocha do Porto Judeu. It was there, a couple of hours later and with a cinema moonlight over the goat islets, that I made peace with the new discovery (a double whisky also helped, I admit). There would always be so much more to say, walk, talk and do on these 9 islands. Our adventure was just that, ours. An autobiographical perspective, a declaration of love of these and not of others. It was even Christian who projected his words onto Roxanne's balcony, without Cyrano whispering them to him. Sincere, from the heart. Would there be more seasons to do in the archipelago? No doubt about it. Two, three, four, so many. Is there any chance of a sequel? To rephrase Jorge Palma: while there is sea to sail. In the meantime came the surprising invitation for an adventure book. This is the one the reader is now looking at. Like the television saga, the literary version was lived in confinement and at a distance. Perhaps a metaphor for the loneliness to which nearly six centuries of history have condemned us. But – as in the past – this did not prevent new cruises of the islands, telegraph cables, correspondence of the most diverse kind. We were far away but never distant, in this departure that the 21st century has played on everyone. Now it was with zoom and skype and whatsapp and email and the like that islanders and ports, goals and corsairs came closer. Because the Azorean always finds a way. And for these and other reasons, this volume has about 300 authors, yes, 300. It begins, obviously, in an attempt to transcribe the soul of all our protagonists in each chapter; and ends with a selection of the massive echo that arrived from literally everywhere, via social networks. The village proved to be global when its inhabitants needed it most. And we felt that, truly, love was paid for with love. In the hundreds of pages that now preserve forever what in the so-called magic box fades away, there are many hermitages of San Sebastian. The same as to say: unpublished, Atlantic treasures, challenges to new affective adventures with the territory that honours us so much. A house with nine rooms where it is urgent to live. Look for the wonder.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u00c9 final de Agosto e tr\u00eas compadres Mal-Amanhados procuram jantar na ilha Terceira. O B\u00fazios, no Porto Martins, est\u00e1 lotado; a Tasca do Ramo Grande encerrada; ser\u00e1 que os Moinhos nos matam a fome? E de repente, nas \u00faltimas luzes da hora m\u00e1gica, o Crist\u00f3vam \u2013 autor da banda sonora da s\u00e9rie \u2013 mostra a este escriba e ao realizador da dita cuja a mais antiga ermida da ilha, erigida junto a uma ribeira de S\u00e3o Sebasti\u00e3o. \u00c1gua corrente, o ingrediente m\u00e1gico de todos os povoadores, e a raz\u00e3o para ali ter come\u00e7ado a vida terceirense. Eu e o Diogo Rola entreolhamo-nos entre o espanto e a timidez, n\u00e3o faz\u00edamos ideia. Este que vos escreve aplica umas virtuais chibatadas nas pr\u00f3prias costas. Entretanto, ainda n\u00e3o \u00e9 desta que vamos conseguir comer. Dev\u00edamos ter feito reserva (outra coisa que n\u00e3o sabia). \u00c0 quarta l\u00e1 foi de vez, no Rocha do Porto Judeu. \u00c9 a\u00ed, um par de horas depois e com um luar de cinema a recortar os ilh\u00e9us das cabras, que fa\u00e7o as pazes com a nova descoberta (um whisky duplo tamb\u00e9m ajudou, admito). Haveria sempre tanto mais a dizer, percorrer, falar e fazer nestas 9 ilhas. A nossa aventura foi isso mesmo, nossa. Uma perspectiva autobiogr\u00e1fica, uma declara\u00e7\u00e3o de amor destes e n\u00e3o de outros. Foi mesmo Christian quem projectou palavras suas para o balc\u00e3o de Roxanne, sem Cyrano que lhas sussurrasse. Sinceras, de cora\u00e7\u00e3o. Haveria mais temporadas a fazer no arquip\u00e9lago? Sem d\u00favida alguma. Duas, tr\u00eas, quatro, tantas. H\u00e1 hip\u00f3tese de uma qualquer sequela? Reformulando Jorge Palma: enquanto houver mar p\u2019ra navegar. No entretanto, veio o surpreendente convite para um livro da aventura. Este que o leitor agora espreita. Tal como a saga televisiva, a vers\u00e3o liter\u00e1ria foi vivida em confinamento e \u00e0 dist\u00e2ncia. Talvez uma met\u00e1fora da solid\u00e3o a que quase seis s\u00e9culos de hist\u00f3ria nos condenaram. Mas \u2013 tal como no passado \u2013 isso n\u00e3o impediu novos cruzeiros das ilhas, cabos telegr\u00e1ficos, correspond\u00eancia da mais diversa. Estivemos longe mas nunca afastados, nesta partida que o s\u00e9culo XXI pregou a todos. Agora foi com zoom e skype e whatsapp e email e afins que se aproximaram ilh\u00e9us e portos, metas e cors\u00e1rios. Porque o a\u00e7oriano encontra sempre maneira. E por essas e outras \u00e9 que este volume tem cerca de 300 autores, sim, 300. Come\u00e7a, obviamente, na tentativa de transcrever a alma de todos os nossos protagonistas em cada cap\u00edtulo; e termina com uma selec\u00e7\u00e3o do eco maci\u00e7o que chegou de literalmente todo o lado, via redes sociais. A aldeia provou ser global quando os seus habitantes mais precisavam. E sentimos que, de verdade, o amor foi pago com amor. Nas centenas de p\u00e1ginas que agora conservam para sempre aquilo que na chamada caixinha m\u00e1gica se desvanece, h\u00e1 muitas ermidas de S\u00e3o Sebasti\u00e3o. O mesmo que dizer: in\u00e9ditos, tesouros atl\u00e2nticos, desafios a novas aventuras afectivas com o territ\u00f3rio que tanto nos honra. Uma casa com nove divis\u00f5es onde \u00e9 urgente viver. Procure-se a maravilha.<\/p>\n
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