26.6.09

Once upon a time, there was a little boy that grew up alone. Alone in a forest, in a wild forest with wild beasts. He used to look up to the shiny sky and lay down for hours in the wet grass, feeling the cold breeze touching in a tender and harsh way his skin. He grew up to be a fine boy, knowing what the others wanted from him… He learned to be part of the world as it is! But he was alone!

He knew how to listen to the small noises around him…realizing that it is more to life than only those loud sounds that we all hear. He discovered a new world, a richer world, full of movements, colours and thoughts enrapturing him… it was all around him, surrounding his true being… the beat of his heart, the air inhaling and exhaling… it was life he carried within him!

He spoke a few times. He remembered that a human spirit is free in thoughts but trapped in his actions. Sometimes he just listened to the others speak, he knew what the others wanted from him. A listener or maybe just to hear their own voices speak and speak an speak. It was part of being a human, the selfishness, he thought! But the boy stood there, in his own world, a wild forest with their wild beasts listening to the small noises around him… that’s how he got trough life.

20.6.09

Enterrados no meu Coração!!





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17.6.09

Because there's always somewhere new to discover...

The best way to travel is to have a good friend at your destination. Someone who can show you beyond the tourist sights, who loves to share their favorite haunts, who can always point you towards something special.

When you have someone you trust at your side, you can visit the same city over and over again, and never get bored. Because there's always somewhere new to discover...

London










Montpellier











Munique











New York














San Francisco









Stockholm











Bordeaux












Pittsburgh












Coimbra

5.6.09

Where is that/my place to return to??





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4.6.09

Eram seis e um quarto de tempo passado. Da minha janela vi o mundo e senti um grande aperto no peito. Diante de mim, perante as janelas que encobrem o mundo, vi um corpo imóvel e pálido na linha de um comboio com destino marcado... Tantas janelas e nenhuma foi quebrada, nenhuma sentiu o afecto e a vida que fora roubada!! Friamente, da minha janela, vi um homem... um corpo coberto por um lençol vermelho. Friamente, da minha janela, vi-o a afastar-se cada vez mais até desaparecer por completo!! Para sempre esquecido... perdido nos recônditos escuros do nosso complicado esquema de pensamento!
Eram seis e um um quarto quando resolvi mudar!
Escrevi-te e Recordar-te-ei sejas tu quem fores ou serás...



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O primeiro GrAnDe papel de Cary Grant...

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