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Lazy afternoon

A beleza do que é simples, na complexidade do que não é.

Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta

Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta,
Em que as coisas têm toda a realidade que podem ter,
Pergunto a mim próprio devagar
Porque sequer atribuo eu
Beleza às coisas.

Uma flor acaso tem beleza?
Tem beleza acaso um fruto?
Não: têm cor e forma
E existência apenas.
A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe
Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão.
Não significa nada.
Então porque digo eu das coisas: são belas?

Sim, mesmo a mim, que vivo só de viver,
Invisíveis, vêm ter comigo as mentiras dos homens
Perante as coisas,
Perante as coisas que simplesmente existem.

Que difícil ser próprio e não ser senão o visível!

                                        Alberto Caeiro

“Fidelidade”

Have you ever felt fragile?

Do you know the feeling of needing to be protected but not being able to trust anyone around?  Vulnerable, weak, sad, powerless, impotent, fearful. Sometimes life feels heavy and uncomprehensible. Then, while we hope, work, live and wait for better days, a friend steps in and shows love through a new and rare word: fidelity. Doesn´t need to say a thing because it is it´s presence that does the whole work. Doesn´t need to do a thing because it is it´s attitude that shows the way.

Faith is growing inside of me. It´s allowing life to be bigger than the littleness of some. My soul is, slowly, regaining it´s power by finally trusting who deserves it. My son is more than my motivation, he´s the reason for all my worries, my efforts, my best. Time is wise and life always brings the necessary situations for growth.

If love is the ultimate door, fidelity is one of the sure keys.

Hanne´s pictures

This was a sad week, because 2 of my friends lost their loved ones after a long battle against cancer. Losing is never easy. Sometimes we chose leaving and that´s something else. They didn´t. They were loved, they loved, they wanted to stay, but they had to leave. I think of cancer as a desease that appears so one can be taken care of. I think also someone with a lot of sadness or anger con accumulate enough of bad energy so it can become a cancer.  Life can be lost, jobs can be lost, opportunities can be lost… but the soul lives on. I like to believe that loved ones, when they die, it´s like they move far, far away in a place where they can be forever glad, healthy and peaceful. I imagine it as a place so strange and far to what i´ve ever seen, that it could look like this…

I like to think that one day we will all meet there, catch up the news, live happy ever after. I believe this is just the ‘warm up’… real fun starts when we are free from the heavy matter and energy. Freedom at last. Challenge and the adversity are things we have to deal with after we lose someone we love. But that´s part of this game called life. Real living, I believe, is for those who continue, after they leave this silly game full of loss and pain.

Thank you Beth for fighting bravely for love and life.

Thank you Carla for the example of love, patience and devotion.

Thak you Hanne for the lovely photos (I believe you were in heaven looking for Fred and took this pictures to prove it) – hope you don´t mind using them to convince my friends now…lol

Thank you Ricardo for the bravery – and the meaningful  New Year´s Eve.  you gave me.

Thank you Jamie for showing that it´s always possible to get new (and even better) starts. (Congratulations girl!)

Thank you Mathias, mom, sis, dad, bro – those who stay, and those who go – proving love is, even when it´s gone

Thank you friends for helping me so much with your own examples. We will always be connected through love

obrigada, obrigada, obrigada

Cleaning day

On an empty stomach, i keep cleaning up my eyes, my soul, my thoughts, my house, my history…

hoping that justice and time can bring balance to such unfair days.

Even under so much pressure and despair, I find the strengh to believe in God and His mighty providence upon your stupidity.

I go on, cleaning myself of yourlies and  cruelty, leaving behind each day of unhappiness you insist on imposing on me.

And again, while you sleep on our money beside your mistress, I sleep sick and hungry, but on a clean conscience;  happy for being surrounded by faithful friends,  my art and my son.

Din familie skulle ved alt hvad du goer mod os. Skam dig. Du kan snyde alle men aldrig mig igen.

Living and Leaving

klar til rejsen

leaving again…always leaving.

life is funny in this way: we need desperately to belong somewhere and yet, we are only here for a brief moment.

thank you Sofia, Hanne, Carsten, Frodo, Mathias…you made my trip worth it´s risk.

Farewell Denmark. Farvel og tak. O bom filho a casa torna…