Last Saturday was my Meg's first gig! So, I went to Lisbon to see her. It was the opening of one of her friend's friend's exposition. (He painted really well but I wasn't there for him).  ...

It was a beautiful day in Lisbon. Sunny, warm but not too warm. There was a soft breeze by the river. It was a perfect day to meet a couple of friends and walk around Parque das Nações. ...

If this Saturday was all about rain, thunders, challenging my inner #FuckItMellie (if you watch SCANDAL you got the reference) and spend the entire afternoon watching football then last Saturday was all about sun, friends, dinners and party. And by party I mean a 30th year wedding anniversary party… excused to say they were my mother’s friends. The tables were named after flowers...

I’m floating with emotions. That’s how I felt when I finished reading If I Stay two days ago. What if the decision of living it’s on your hands. Even if you’re laying in a hospital bed attached to machines to help you breathe. That’s terrifying. That live as you know it can be gone in a second. Without a note. Or a warning....

Summer afternoons were made for ice creams and walks by the park. It's August and there are finally boats at the park's lake. It's tradition in my hometown that every year after May 15th (city's day) there are boats at the local park. But this year the tradition took longer to arrive. And people were already questioning the hospital, who owns the park...

If three years ago you would have asked if I was going to apply for a Masters I would have told you no. If two years ago you would have asked me if I was feeling positive about the decision I was making I would have told you "not sure".  If a year ago you would have asked me if I liked my...

There are authors who follow you all your life. There are stories that get stuck in your brain. There are some people who remain with you through all your life.  Sophia Mello Breyner Andersen is one of those people. Writer, poet with a political conscience. Among other awards she was the first woman to win Camões Award, the most prestigious Portuguese award for...

My desk finally looks like a desk! I mean it's clean as clean can be! I can see the surface! During the writing of my thesis all I could find was papers. They were every where.  ...

Monday mornings mean going downtown running errands. Monday morning also mean breakfast at my favorite coffee in town. A ham sandwich and big ball of coffee. That's my usually. Sometimes I change the sandwich. But the coffee that stays regardless of what I eat. This Monday meant the beginning of a new adventure. This book has been standing in my book shelve for...

http://eofdreams.com/fire.html I'm afraid of fire. I was scared when I was younger that I couldn't even stand being in the kitchen each and every time my parents would cook. The moment they started doing it I'd just run out of there.  I'm afraid of fire. No, not afraid. Trauma. I can't exactly remember how old I was. Maybe I was six. Maybe I...

This is not I had in mind for today's post! But I couldn't resist! After all Shakira's latest videoclip was completely shoot in LISBON! The video was shot in the heart of the town: Eduardo VII Park - in which Shakira appears dancing near a red flag (in reality it's Portugal's flag and not a red one). The video also features one of...

I have a never ending reading list. At home. In the shelves I have books I have yet to read. But I still look for more. I still buy more. I'm a compulsive buyer. When it comes to books, I mean.  Well,  at least it's something that feeds my mind and warms my soul. But despise having a never ever ending reading list...

I wasn't the most open during my University years. I still hadn't win the battle with myself. My past was still winning over me. So I would hide behind the smile, the sarcastic comments and the laughs. I wouldn't talk much about myself. Or let anyone know myself at all.  But there were two people. Two people. Around them I would let myself...

There is something about books. There is something about the stories they tell. The lives they share. The worlds they breathe. They are beautiful places where unbelievable things are allowed to happen. Places that somehow feel magical. A refugee from this crazy thing we all call life. A place that involves us so deep into its words, into the stories it tells, into...