sexta-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2014

A kiss...

"It's sad. Everyone knows it. Everyone keeps thinking that they should had done more, more often. But now that's nothing. She's gone. And that's Life once again. Taking people we love away forever. And every time it happens we think: I must live better and take care of the people I love as much as I can. 'cause one day, sooner or later they will be gone. Or I will be. No one stays to tell the story. It's a fact. But it's a sad fact. And now she's gone and I always thought it wouldn't be while I'm here. But it was. It's hard to see her stuff there, to remember her smart words, her smile, but not seeing her sitting in her bed or her chair. I know it wasn't the best place, but she was there and now she isn't. RIP MR"  

quarta-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2014

I want...


...them all!!! Anyone comes forward?

@ Furla














Oh come on!! It's not that much... is it?!

Wonderland.





Happy Feelings!!...


Just the thought of it makes me smile!!



domingo, 26 de janeiro de 2014

The child in me...

I used to read this comic books all the time. So, I was pretty excited when I heard about the BD Park in Lisbon and couldn't wait to go there. And it wasn't what I was expecting but still, it is a great place to spend a Sunday morning.













sábado, 25 de janeiro de 2014

Back then...


... it was the reality!
It's a strong movie with great actors who make us feeling the pain, the vulnerability and the hate, but at the same time we feel the hope. 
And nowadays, a lot changed and we still have slaves among us, maybe we don't wan't to pay that much attention to realize it but it is our reality too...  

quinta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2014

I know...


... it's not productive to be lazy... but after weeks without a proper day off I think I'm allowed to be just a little lazy. Am I not? So, it's 2 pm... so what? I love my bed!  


domingo, 19 de janeiro de 2014

And suddenly...


... the door is wide open again!! One step a time!!

sábado, 18 de janeiro de 2014

That feeling...


...when you want to do something but are afraid if it is the wrong move. But then one day you do it. And your tummy gets butterflies. And you are breathless. And in a weird way you're happy you have done it. Even if you still don't know if you should have...

sexta-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2014

Anxiety...


It's time. Maybe. Well, she's in the Hospital. So,now it's just a matter of time till I have my new niece born. This time, for a first, there are some problems, she's with a fever, but we are keeping the faith that everything will be ok. Fingers crossed!! Let's go Diana!!

quarta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2014

When the time comes...


90 anos. Primeiro saíram as gargalhadas. As graças sobre o Álvaro. E no meio de todas era a que sobressaía pela sua vivacidade. Os cremes Chanel que a faziam aparentar com menos 20 anos. A preocupação com a roupa que iria vestir no dia seguinte porque não podia ir mal-vestida. Ainda que este ir fosse apenas descer ao rés-do-chão. A implicância com as refeições, nunca era pouco, mesmo uma colher já era muito. E ela ainda continua do mesmo modo. Este texto não é no passado porque ela partiu, mas porque ela mudou. 
Quando a noite caí, surgem das sombras os medos. Medos que nem a música do pequeno rádio com que tenta dormir em cima da testa conseguem dissipar. E  é um terror que a faz gritar todas as noites e que só acabam com o milagroso comprimido. Umas vezes verdadeiro, outras apenas um engano saudável. E estas noites afectam o seu dia-a-dia. De vez em quando surge um momento à antiga e volta a abrir o sorriso e a gargalhada sai facilmente. Para logo depois diminuir como se algo prendesse a liberdade que parecia tão livre há uns dias.
90 anos. Que quer que sejam 100. Que quer que sejam eternos...

sábado, 11 de janeiro de 2014

Yesterday night...


... it was time for the 80's at Plateau. Iconic music, people and the feeling... it was supreme!



 


quarta-feira, 8 de janeiro de 2014

I still remember...


him... It's weird how our mind can work things through. And sometimes it just seems the opposite. But people need to be remembered. I don't remember his face. Or even his name. It was around 20 years ago! Almost every day I used to see him at his work. He couldn't be more than 18 or 20 years old. Some how we started to talk to each other or maybe it was just him who was being funny. And don't quite remember. But it's not important. I know that this went through for a while and for me it was like a dream because he was an older cute boy talking to me and as a young girl that was perfect. 
One day he just wasn't there anymore. And the day after and all the days that came after. As a child I forgot about it. Till the day... when I heard someone saying that he was caught into a fight at night and severely beat up. He went to the hospital but didn't make it...
Every now and then, for no reason, I remember all the people I already lost. Today it was his day and now that I think about it I realize that he was the first one I lost. 

sexta-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2014

quinta-feira, 2 de janeiro de 2014

Late but on time...

...from Berlin with Love!!! Thanks J., S. and B.! After being in Berlin for a few months my luggage was full and I had to leave some things there and finally today they arrived with a present. How I missed my coats!! 


And now...


... my first countdown begins! A month to go back to Algarve (if nothing changes, as I believe will not). It has been intense this staying here but it was just the first step to a bigger flight...