Mango is my ultimate favorite store and coats are one of my favorite things. Here are some of my favorite pieces from Fall/Winter 2016/17.
This Summer I went back to a place that has been part of my life since I was a little kid. A little place in Guia, Albufeira - Portugal that goes by the name of Zoomarine.
Last night Hollywood rolled the red carpet for TV's brightest stars in one of Los Angeles hottest days the sun was shinning in front of Microsoft Theater. Game of Thrones was the biggest winner (it also broke Frasier's record) of a night that had some surprises including Rami Malek from
But since none of my ladies won last night, two of them were nominated in the same category, here are my favorite looks from the 68th Emmy Awards.
Summer means going down south to sunshine Algarve.
One day you woke you and suddenly you're 25. But you could swear that just yesterday you were graduating from you masters degree. You could swear that in the day before you were doing your final exam for your degree. But you could also swear that just yesterday you were singing "Love Story" from the top of your lungs after finding out you had been accepted in your first choice. And just like that you could tell everyone how yesterday you were walking through the halls of your high school for the last time and how four people saw the bus schedule but none of you noticed that the every hour schedule to the beach would only start in the following month. Because if someone had asked you, you'd have told them you were a freshman in high school. Because yesterday you went home and told your parents about these two girls you had met. But one day you woke up and 10 years have passed since then. Suddenly you're 25 and you just had pizza date with the same girls you met on high school.
The difference is... There's a little plus one at the dinner table.
I'm sorry. This is long overdue. But I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treated you. I'm sorry. Because you were the only guy who saw me. Not that I haven't had friends who were boy before. But to them I was only a friend. And you. You wanted me to be more than just that. I guess I just couldn't at the time. Now looking back I see that I wasn't ready. I still had demons to face. And fears to conquer. I was still battling inside. I was still trying to win. Because each and every time I was nice I ended up heart broken. Not broken. Crushed. Because being the joke and center of a bet between the boys of your class does that to you. Simply because I got brave enough to tell the boy I liked that I had a crushed on him. Because once I politely smiled at a boy I knew from school and ended being followed and trapped between the wall and him. Nice guys don't just show up on my front door asking me on a date. So when you did. I blocked and went cold. Because building walls was the only thing I knew to do. Letting no one in was the only way I knew how to protect myself. Because I was used to being nice and turned down. Because nice boys don't just look at me like they way you did. I was scared and pushed you. But now. I can see clearly now. Because I've faced my demons. And I've conquered my fears. I won the battle. I won it. I got my life back. And it's mine. And looking back now I see the reasons why I acted the way I did. Why I acted like a cold heartless bitch. And I know this is long overdue. I'm sorry.
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 and ours was Anastacia.
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. Just like that it’s gone.
The decision. The decision itself can kill you. The fear of the
unknown can destroy you. But that same fear along with the hope are
strong enough to make you stay.
And now I cannot wait to know what happens to Mia and Adam when they
run into each other in New York City three years after the accident and
three years after she decided to walk out of his life.
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 which actual belongs to the thermal hospital, for the reason behind the break of a tradition.
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 theme I would have told you yes. But if nine months ago you would have asked me if I was happy I would have told you no. If half a year ago you would have asked me if I wanted to throw everything out of the window, throw all the papers away and quit it all I would have given a straight forward yes. I was losing my mind. Everything I would do never seemed enough. I didn't read enough. I didn't write enough. I wouldn't write properly. I was losing my mind. And in the middle of all that I got sick. Not once, but twice.
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 literature. One year before her death she won the prestigious Queen Sophia Award for ibero-american poetry. Today (July 2nd 2014) it's the 10th anniversary of her death. And it also marks the repatriation of her remains to the National Pantheon. The same place where it lays the remains of Presidents, historical and cultural figures. So today, we celebrated not her death but her extraordinary life. And oh, extraordinary it was.
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 a year now. I cheated on the book jar this time (sorry). But I this time I couldn't keep my mind away from it. And so I started to read it. I'm liking the story so far. Not so much of the letters. They are really small which sometimes gives me a little bit of headache. But little by little. Chapter by chapter I'll get through it.
I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own.
Which book(s) are you reading at the moment?
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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 was younger than that. I still didn't know how to swim. I still used the little kid's pool & a little float in a shape of a duck. But what I remember the most is seeing my dad jumping out of the pool all of suddenly. What I remember the most was seeing one of the apartments in fire. What I remember the most was seeing my dad jumping out of the pool and run to the flames because there was a baby inside. It was Summer vacation. And that is all I can remember about that Summer. As I grew older I got used to the fire in the kitchen and I did no longer run. But still afraid of the fire I was. Still afraid of the fire I am. Because I can't help but let those memories fulfill my mind. Because I can't help my imagination from creative scenarios that might or might not come true. And sometimes I scare myself with my own thoughts. Sometimes it seems irrationally. This fear I have. Sometimes it seems irrational. And my imagination just gets too wild. But nothing scares you more than a childhood memory.
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 the most emblematic constructions, the famous Portugal's flap from the Expo '98, designed by the great architect Siza Vieira.
Eduardo VII Park is one of my favorite places. Special in the Summer. Book fair!
Have you ever been in Lisbon? If so, did you like it?
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 still hold on to a buying list. And this one just keeps on getting bigger.
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 be my self. That's what I miss the most. The crazy non-sense talks. The discussions about anything. The fun in the work. The feeling of non-judgment I would get from being with them. The simple fact that I would allow myself to be. I could be. I could breathe. Friends. I didn't get to make much friends on University. But those two. Those two I call them friends. They are my friends. I cannot wait for Summer to be here so we three can be together once again.
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