Travelling, travelling, travelling (across time and space)
The secret is not to run after butterflies, but to take care of the garden so they come to you. In the end you will not meet those who you’ve been looking for, but those who have been looking for you. Mario Quintana (Brazilian poet)
Each sunset spreads across the sky the symphony supremely executed by the universe: the Earth, the Sun and a vast space of silence caress each other once and again and dance the precise primordial harmony. The ocean holds the depth and flow of my blood of desires that is peaceful and in agitation within the... Continue Reading →
The Portuguese fado is the poetry that sings the fatalism of destiny. It is the ashes. The depths of saudade opening our heart, sometimes, when we look in the mirror. And, of course, there exists also what is known as neofado, which is the release that redeems. It is fire. The whirlwind of light freshness that... Continue Reading →
Faro, Lagos, Lisbon, Sintra and Porto
The Ways of Infinity 