A Happy New Year! Feliz Ano Novo! Einen Guten Rutsch!
2008


One of the best friends taught me the beauty of “toasts”, he taught me that sometimes we should remember the people that have enlightened us, that have had an impact on our path we call life. Sometimes it is important to cherish those who have made us- BE OURSELVES.
I will take up this tradition and will try to praise those who have changed my life in one way or another in the last year.


Mulli- for she has been the most adorable Mama there is! For she loves to dance on the beach and for always believing in her crazy daughter.
Zipi- for being a role model for me all my life. For he always has an answer. For his love & dedication to his family and for being the best Papa in the world. Even though you never say a lot- Paps- I know what you think& feel! Thank you!
Xana- My rollercoaster girl! Don’t know how I would have survived London and all the emotional up’s & down’s withoug you! Obrigada pela locura! I’ve lost a colleague and gained one of the best friends/sista’s/family there is! I’ll never forget all those twillight nights we spent intoxicated with fireballs, dancing on Piccadilly Circus, nights in Clapham-endless phone chats....this list would never stop! Beijinhos LINDA! Sempre serás a minha maluca!
Belo - My loveley auntie- whos has taught me that love can be stronger than everything and anything, for she has proven to be an adventuress herself and for her beautiful personality that has started to shine again! Finally for being my 2nd Mama! DANKE!
Mota- O meu príncipe de sonhos! I’ve witness a unique birth of a friendship, I’ve won someone who shares the same passion for all the things I love, for you’ve been there when I was happy & sad- for you have taken my hand and saved me from drowning and freed me from a numness that imprisoned my being. May you soon hold the Oscar in your hands and may all your 10ns become true! A tua vagabunda de sempre!
Sunny- My northern star, my fellow Andromedanista, my sista, my Sun, my everything! You are crazier, more beautiful than ever! May you become princess of our Hexenplanet, may you climb the highest political mountains, may you dive in the deepest seas and may you cross the hotest desserts (well- that I’m sure you’ve done in Dubai now ;-) ).
Doro- My Pride, My Joy, My Conscious, My Equator, My best friend, ich gehe mit dir durch dick und duenn, I’d always protect you from any sharks there might be in the deep sea, I’d always be your first patient, I am always proud of you, I’ve always believed in you: My Dr. Pape! I would give you my knee if I could!
Gregor- My brother: thanks for being the way you are! I love you a lot- and want you to know I’ve always done so- even though sometimes it was hard for you to see that- because I’ve been so far away! And thanks to Mrs. Reisch for making you a better human being! ;-)
Kai Schiller- Love can appear in the strangest moments and to the strangest people...I’ve known you for many years now and then suddenly you’ve conquered my heart. I’ve heard a melody I’ve long thought I had forgotten- thanks for not letting me run away and obrigada for the patience you’ve shown me and for fearlessly taking on a whole city ;-)
Xico- Obrigada! Thanks for all the beautiful years! From Lisboa to London to Hamburg, I will never forget the time we have had! You’ve given me back the trust I had lost, you’ve loved me the way I am, we’ve had our adventure- thank you! May your future be blessed with happiness and all the luck in the world! You will always have a place in my heart!
Tio & Tia Xico- for being the most adorable uncles I’ve ever had. For welcoming me to their family as their daughter, for being so pure and so honest! For making me smile!
Tiny- For being the purest friend I have! For being as beautiful as the bay of Brisbane as sweet as a sugar cone and as free a fairy tale!
Sue- So far away and yet so close! You are always going to be a Sagres Chica and a Sênior T.! There ain’t no escape!
Fidelinho- for being the sweetest little kitty in the world. For rescuing me and for never letting me freeze!
Luís- For being the way you are. You are always on my mind.
Jacques- My Strabucks hero! May our friendship survive all the distances in the world! May you always know that you’ve made a vagabond friend- that will always be therre for you when you need her! May we never forget all the great moments we’ve had in London!
Christian- For being the best Doctor/Flatmate/Friend Greenwich has ever seen! For the trust & friendship you’ve shown me!
Diogo- For making my summer unforgetable. For keeping up the beat- o meu drumbista! I’ll never forget the view of the Ponte 25 de Abril!
Helen- For always having the best dreams! For the power of sight! For being an angel!
Lima & Xicão- Obriada! To all the SW to come, to the milion Minis and to never ending friendships! E também obigada a ANA- for inviting us to the best SW- Almograve ever!
Emilio- For being my Portuguese brother! Thank you for all the years- for being my Soul Mate- “I know what you did last summer! Meine Beutelmaus hat verstopfungen!”-
Lúcia- For always speaking out loud the bloddy truth! For being one of the truest friends there are!
Daniel S.- My homeboy! For being one of the friendliest people I know!
CC- For reappearing from the shadow, thanks for all the help moving houses! Hope you are well wherever you are!
André & Fátima- Thanks for showing the world what true love is like! May all your dreams, plans come true!
Arne- For being more than a brother to me! For sharing the same dreams and for understanding the uniqueness and the power of minds!
Alexis- Thanks for all the suppport! May our book gain the success it deserves! For a never ending creative friendship!
Uli- Thanks for bringing me back to Germany! Thanks for trusting me with a project this big and thanks for being my strongest believer and supporter!
Oli- For being at my side-MyMojo Captain-my inspiration-my right Hand!
Ana Rita- For being so honest and for caringly sharing my house, my family and my life for the summer!
Celso&Nai- For welcoming me to their home! For all the dinners & conversations!

Timo-Timur-Berkay aka Youngmenstreet 66
- For being the coolest neighbours I have ever had! For being the best mates, the craziest chillas, for welcoming me to their kingdom on the 4th floor, for accepting a girl to the soccer games, for having become part of my big adventure and for showing me more than the Westring! A minha casa a vossa casa! My house is your house! For ever!

Hanna Reisch

I wish I could...

I wish I could see clearly,
I wish I could,
If I could
I would

The king has captured
My heart
He has left his queen
Has faced the facts

The servant has given
Him her hand
Has reached out
And has stood still

For the first
Time
The voice
Returned

For the first
Time
A tune
Played

I wish I could see clearly,
I wish I could
If I could
I would

A beleza da ilusão escondida!

How can one compete with a whole city?

A million of decisions to make, a million of feelings to discover, a million of dreams to be dreamt. Then, there is you- o meu principe dos sonhos- you’ve enlightened my soul, have strengthened my belief and supported the beauty of creativity and craziness. I wished I knew who you are- I wished I knew where you are-I wished I knew what you want-

I wish I could see clearly,
I wish I could
If I could
I would

A Beleza da Ilusão escondida

Forbidden Fruit!

Suddenly I dived into a pool of feelings- so deep I couldn't hear my heart beat.
Silence, only the chaos of my own feelings was visible clear to my heart- just like the silence of the deep sea. A chaos I love, a chaos I am used to- yet now there is you!
My forbidden apple, a drama about to start, the actors are getting ready to dive into their roles, to play their parts.
But you, know as well as I, that this time we don't have to play a part, we won't have to pretend, for that stage has become scaringly our own truth, for that stage is our escape, for once we won't have to act.
Victims of our own circumstances, pawns in this great game of chess...you seem to have found your queen, and I am her loyal servant, but for once the servant is not bound- and the king had so long wished to see his servant free- bad timing you'd think, though I think not. Too far have I travelled, too far escaped- as in my own drowning I finally realized what I want, I finally brought some kind of order in that chaos of feelings- yet - time and circumstances won't let me act.
You know as well as I- that time flies by- hunted by your utter feeling of trying to set me free- to let me be- the wild thing I am- you are conquered by your own fear to finally have what you want.
What can I do? I am only a servant. Obedient to the law of circumstances and rule- you have found your queen and I admire her- she is as beautyfull as the bay of biscay, as stunning as the sun set in the Sahara and as dry and loyal as the dunes of the Mongolian fields.
What shall we do?- you ask.
"I do not know."- my heart
for I am only holding on to that silence of the pool- to be ready to be a witness to the reappearance of a sound...
your obedient servant!

Pohlmann - "Wenn Jetzt Sommer Wär"
Album: "Zwischen Heimweh Und Fernsucht" (2006)

Wenn jetzt Sommer wär,
wär ich hinter her
Mir nen Shirt anzuziehen und dann ab ans Meer
Und der Winter hier läge hinter mir
Ich hätt nen Eis auf der Zunge
und würd nicht mehr frieren

Und wenn bei dir jetzt gerade Sommer ist
Und du zu Hause sitzt und nicht raus gehst
Weil du mal wieder vorm TV klebst
Dann denke daran wenn der Tag dich verliert
Dass sich das Wetter ändern wird

Wenn jetzt Sommer wär...

Wenn jetzt Sommer wär
in meiner Heimatstadt
Dann würd ich raus auf’m Hof
und dann ab aufs Rad
In die Batze fahren
und vom Dreier springen
Und nachts auf der Strasse
Jack Johnson singen

Und wenn bei dir jetzt gerade Sommer ist
Und du zu Hause sitzt und nicht raus gehst
Weil du mal wieder vorm TV klebst
Dann denke daran wenn der Tag dich verliert
Dass sich das Wetter ändern wird

Wenn jetzt Sommer wär...

Und weil bei mir jetzt gerade Winter ist
Und ich den Sommer so vermiss
Send ich Grüsse aus dem Winter
An all die Sommerkinder

Wenn jetzt Sommer wär…

Dann würd ich ab ans Meer

Eine Wueste aus Beton

A song escapes her lips through night and day. A whispered melody of truth- lifts the masks of sand torn eyes!
To take away the pain- the wished for feelings of something.
A whispered melody heared by someone who saw what was invisible to her eyes.
The dessert of stone- ein kleines bisschen Wahrheit.

Ar da felicidade


Um som familiar que me deu confiança - um
Ar de consciência - um ar de loucura- de tranqüilidade
Um som familiar que me faz sorrir.
O teu ar de re-encontro.

Há tanta coisa que vejo em ti- sempre és o meu
Anjo de consciência
Haviam tantas coisas por quais já passamos juntos
E já te conheço há anos mas por qualquer razão este
Verão passamos uma fase de reencontro juntos!
Aqueles momentos, aquelas historias nunca vou me esquecer-
E...sim um dia vais contar as nossas aventuras aos meus netos!

Palavras que me deixam sonhar-palavras que me deixam perceber o que nunca fez e agora preciso de fazer...de me concentrar em mim e viver por mim!
E vou..agora já passou a minha paciência com outras coisas- abri as janelas e agora também vou abrir os olhos e ver- o que aparece!

"Já me passou-mas tu metes-te em cada uma que parecem duas!"

- respira e inspira-ouve so o coraçao-nao penses-fica com o primeiro que te arrancar um sorriso bem de dentro da tua alma-

Lips don't lie

Sweet summerly taste-a blue sky and a scent of cinnamon.
When I tasted this morning, I realized the sun's smile filled me with energy I was longing for for a long time.
Energy that was frozen by the re-disovery of the northern cold, by the re-dicovery of a past, by the re-discovery of beautiful friendships, by the re-discovery of "A happy day!".
"Oh my happy day...how have I missed you!"
"I had washed my sense away-by a numness I had brought about myself"

The smell of fresh café-the sweet summerly taste of a morning filled with sun-
a drop of the juice the night before had refreshed my memory of Spanish Nights.
Lips don't lie!
Light headed-up for a new challenge -liking the open windows and curious to find out how far I can open them-and what I will feel. Lips dont lie!
They like a new taste, they like the slow discovery of something new, the hessistant drying of a drop of juice, the way they go on a journey to undiscovered shores. Yet, this time the unlikely event of a fall on the head-won't permit a memory loss- thus my lips won't forget the spanish taste anytime soon.
Surprise me sweet summerly taste! I love surprises.

..it is time to face the truth..

Some people claim when you get enough fame you live over the rainbow!
Sometimes we forget what we've got- who we are and who we are not-.
He's in love with a girl who is in love with the world- though he can't help but follow- though he knows some day she is bound to go away & stay over the rainbow...he's got to learn how to let her go- over the rainbow!
Sometimes we forget who we've got - who they are and who they are not.
There is so much more in love than black and white-
- sang a wise man,once, almost exactly like this!

Winter is comming , it is getting chilly. The colours are getting greyer & the seagulls have comenced their flight south. What a flight- take me with you! The days are getting shorter, the hot teas more comon, the cold noses a usual hazard.
Be aware southern waves- a storm is coming!

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate,
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, "Who am I to be brilliant, talented, fabulous?"
Actually who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that others won't feel insecure around you.
We were all meant to shine like children do.
To make manifest the glory of God that is within us all.
Its not just in some of us; its in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
We unconcsiously give permission for others to do the same,
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others"

by Maryanne Williamson and used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech

You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Til one by one, they were gone
Back at base bugs in the software
Flash the message, something's out there
Floating in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 red balloons
Floating in the summer sky
Panic bells it's red alert
There's something here from somewhere else
The war machine springs to life
Opens up one eager eye
Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by

99 Decision street
99 ministers meet
To worry, worry, super flurry
Call the troops out in a hurry
This is what we've waited for
This is it boys, this is war
The president is on the line
As 99 red balloons go by

99 knights of the air
Ride super high tech jet fighters
Everyone's a super hero
Everyone's a Captain Kirk
With orders to identify
To clarify, and classify
Scramble in the summer sky
99 red balloons go by

99 dreams I have had
In every one a red balloon
It's all over and I'm standing pretty
In this dust that was a city
If I could find a souvenir
Just to prove the world was here
And here is a red balloon
I think of you, and let it go

NENA

Allesundnoch viel mehr...


Ich schreibe des schreibens wegen
Ich lese des lesens wegen
Ich gehe des gehens wegen
Ich atme des atmens wegen
Ich liebe der Liebe wegens

ich schreibe, lese, gehe, atme und Liebe des Allesund noch viel mehr wegens....

Life is a Big Rollercoaster Ride

Life is a big Rollercoaster of never ending telenovelas. Sad things turn into happy memories, good things turn into sad memories. A Parradox?
No, if we stop analysing every little step we have taken along our life, we call path- caminho da vida, we might just realize that it is up to us, to change things, to turn the happy moments into never ending memories of joy!
Sad memories turn into good things- by a closer look. We constantly learn, we are eager and our curiosity is never satisfied with a simple answer. Simplicity is beauty. Beauty is realizing that every moment lives for us. We make moments!

A Spanish dinner amongst the best friends turned into music- which melody I will never forget and which rythm I shall praise for it beats my joy!
My joy, is my ryhtm, my ryhtm is my life's beat.
Acontece o que acontecer, what ever happens I shall hold on to those moments for as long as I live. Those images of smiles, of singing and dancing- of Joy!

A good friend once told me we should set ourselves rules, own rules in order to continue a path of joy and happiness. I agreed- now I look back and realize that life with no rules is much more tempting, much more colorfull and much more unpredictable. I love this friend very much- but he and my other friends will have to accept the ways I have chosen to continue my life.
Somebody out there surely understands where I'm coming from- for he understood me before he knew me- for he knows who and what I am- for he loves and doesn't love me the way I love and don't love him- for he beats that rhytm I call Joy within himself..

I will write an Ode for my friends! I will cherrish their beauty and make more memorable moments!

A friend.

Like a Dream

Are you awake?

It is like a dream you dreamt once
Like a dream you had night and day
Like a dream that followed you
Wherever you go- whatever you dreamt

Like a star is the dream for you
Unatainable, but bright and real

One day it happens
Like a dream your dream
Flickers itself to reality
And after you dreamt the new created reality
- it is like a dream

Did you just live your dream?
You are not sure.
It ‘s almost like a déja vu.

The next day people remind you
That what seemed like a dream
Wasn’t a dream.

For you it’s still like a dream
Now it ‘s like a dream that
Probably came true, but you
Are still not sure,
‘cause it’s like a dream!

Your dream,

Up North...

Where tears turn to snow
Where the Cold calms cranky faces
Where we stand for hours in a row
Where we leave a milion traces

Up North we freeze
Outside
Up North we breathe
Inside

There where I am
There where I have to be
There where I don't feel free
There where I should stay
.......because I can......

As if travelling back in
time
As if eliminating the doubts
in my head
As if letting myself getting burnt
Just to feel the pain
Just to feel alive
Just to feel.

Up North.

Where tears turn to snow
Where the Cold calms cranky faces
Where we stand for hours in a row
Where we leave a milion traces

Up North-
once my home
Up North-
has gone

A lonely star
Up North
But bright and clear
Sparkles for me
Wherever I will be

Up North-

A lonely Star

Excuses

Excuse me Mam!
Excuse me for I did not mean to hurt you.
Excuse me Mam!
Excuse me, because I did what I did.

Why?
-Because.
Why?
-Don’t know.

Excuse me Sir!
-For what?
Excuse me Sir!
-Why?

Because
-For what?
Because I don’t understand.
-Why?

Understanding what you did..
-Yes?
..would mean I quit.
-What?

-Quit what?
Quit believing in reason.
-Why?
Because you don’t make any sense.

Twilight
or
a Sweet Goodbye


I have written many pages of my book entitled “My Life”...have finished some chapters of the book and am about to start a new one...many things have happened, many things will happen and once more I was blessed with the proof of being a lucky kid from Andrômeda.

So many people have crossed my path,
So many things I have learned along the way,
So many emotions, so many goodbyes
So much love and recognition

Once more I have realized that i f one really wants something every possible power will help one for the realisation of the wished outcome.

Walking and living in the Twilight Zone of a Vagabond has its advantages- one walks and continues one’s path with no boundaries, with no tiés, with no rules- only the ones one sets oneself- and limits- there are nonE!

I have found a homebase, every traveler needs, a place one can call home- but though I have created many “homes” there is only one place where I wake up with a smile on my face every single day, there is only one place, where I walk along the streets and get lost-loving and knowing that am about to discover yet another marvelous sight.
There is only one place with the colours I love, one place that sings and dances for me every day, one place where I have friends on every córner- and one place that I can call my solemly home.
My best friend questioned me about the “whys” of that very feeling and the best way to explain to her the reasons of that feeling, was that-I couldn’t explain it-because it is a feeling of walking, living and breathing in a Twilight zone of adventures, smells and lyrics- a feeling of belonging to a culture that I have chosen to be mine..If this place had mountains I would call it heaven. Unfortunately, I have to travel to the mountains in order to feel the freedom of surfing them down in a rush...but nothing is perfect...only we can work on them every day to make them even a little better...
It is time to pack my bags- to chose warm cloth for the winter that I am about to experience...but I am excited to conquer yet new challenges, because I know I will return soon!

To all those friends I have made a big kiss goodbye!

Love a Vagabond

Footprints



Footprints in the sand
A few down the beach
Suddenly they dissapear

Carried away?

A feather at the end
Gets caught by the
Wind.

The wind takes the
Feather, blows it around
The world, during a
Storm the feather starts
To burn.

Calm weather brings the
Feather back to life,
Where does it go?

One day the feather
Is a sign, a boy takes
The feather and góes
His way.

The boy leaves his
Footprints in the sand
And walks, away-
Suddenly they dissapear.

For all us Busy People in the World



Around the córner I have a friend
In this great city that has no end.

Yet, the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know, a year is gone.

And I never see my old friend’s face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,

He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell,
And he rang mine.

If, we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men.
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.

“Tomorrow” I say, “ I will call on Tim”
“Just to show that I’m thinking of him.”
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes.
And the distance between us grows and grows.

Around the córner! Yet-miles away,
“Here is a telegram Mam-“
“Tim died today.”
Around the corner,

.... a vanished friend.

Tão Simples como isso:


" Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não esqueço de que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E que posso evitar que ela vá à falência. Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreenções e periodos de crise. Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e de se tornar um autor da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agardecer todas as manhas pelo milagre da vida. Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos, é saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coregem para ouvir um 'não', é ter segurança para ouvir uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..."

Fernando Pessoa

Era uma vez...



Uma gaivota vinda de Andrômeda

À procura de algo incompreensível

Correndo atrás de possiveis respostas

Apanhando o vento forte do norte



Na selva da cidade

Encontrou uma raposa

Com respostas e uma satisfação

A gaivota aprendeu a andar



Gostando do seu novo ambiente

Adoptando a linguagem e os costumes

A selva da cidade transformou-se

No novo céu admirável



O desafio era grande

O gozo da vida também

Tornou-se numa dor

Originada entre



A oposição entre

O Amar

E

O bruto Querer



O desejo igual ao objectivo

A curiosidade é o motor

Cativo entre a simplicidade de viver

E o paradoxo da vida



O amor-paixão perdida

Na cristalização da claridade

Do ser

Que é a vida

LONDON CHATS

-The ghost is sending her love to the insanity of your brain! May all the bullshit of these days fly away with the wind and is going gone gone with butterflies and bats...for ever and ever...se acridatares....sempre para sempre ate ao fim...love ya my big bad bat

"ok...hum...its gone but hang on it came back...its what happens when its all too much and all that you have around is really nothing,,have u heard of 7 batten street..its the next thriller for next summer...its kinda like "what you didnt DO this Summer!!!"haha
Nothing is making much sense now but thats becausse how my life is at he moment!!!so stop that now you know i told you it destroys all the little bugs inside u that need to work..oh well u know what i mean..!!!!!!"

-the light is always shining bright...your way
the light is always shining bright...wherever you are
you way...is bright & shiny
wherever you are the light will always shine
bright & light

"lets hope its a nightmare someone forgot to call it a dream..
lets hope that somenone will remeber to turn on the light and leave the window open..
to breath instead of holding on..
to make every tear a smile in return..
to make it all worthwhile!!"

Under the bridge

sometimes we wake up
not knowing where we are


sometimes we wake up
not knowing where we were
the night before

sometimes we wake up
not knowing how we got there

sometimes we wake up
we know exactly where we are
where we were the night before
and how we got there

sometimes we wish we didnt have to
wake up
sometimes we wake up under a bridge

a bridge sometimes becomes a synonym
for a night that was lived to the fullest
where everything happened and even a little more
where exhaustion turned to exhaliation

sometimes-at some place-time stands still...

Talvez um dia percebes a felicidade tu me deste de volta.
Talvez um dia percebes quem és.
talvez um dia encontrares aquela pessoa para ti.
Talvez um dia fazes uma viagem por volta do mundo.
Talvez um dia serás o rei de cinema.
talvez.
talvez.
Mas talvez vives o momento e talvez assim a felicidade nunca te deixar sozinho.
talvez.
Com certeza e nunca talvez eu quero estar lá quando os "talvezes" se realizam e te vejo com este sorriso divino que tu bem mereces.

“Touched by an Angel”
by a Vagabond


Out of the dark there came an angel....

There, there was I, depressed, confused and tired of trying. The theatre play did not satisfy me, my love Miro was gone, and where was I?
Somewhere lost. I had given up differentiating between reality and fiction, my dreams were chasing their way- blending into reality-only to my eyes visible. I was living my nightmares, always ready for the worst, which transformed my life into an ‘egotistical-one-woman-show’…..I was feeling lonely and depressed, the world became an evil place for me.

One night, having a drink with some colleagues from the play, I was thinking: What for? Why? Can it really be that there is more negative energy than positive?
Walking to the bus station desperately wanting to get home I heard a little voice asking this awkward question into the darkening night:

“So, how many hours do you use your feet?”

What? What was that? Was there truly somebody asking me this question? Fifteen people were waiting at the station for the bus to come. The typical northern drizzle had started to wet the streets, when I turned around and saw this little, clumsy, Arabic Lady sitting on the bench with some plastic bags on the side of her. From her make-up and clothes I would say she was fairly rich, but then one look at her feet changed the whole picture- she wore these cheap sandals, which totally did not fit her outfit, her feet looked awful. I turned around and asked if she meant me.

“Sure I mean you! How many hours do you use your feet on a regular day?”

A little puzzled by what she actually wanted to know. I answered:

“Well, if I’m doing sports I may be using them four hours in a row.”

She smiled at me, in fact she always had a smile on her face, a really positive, obscure smile- gained by a lot of experience.
The mysterious Lady then said:

“Four hours…that is nothing. I use my feet at least ten hours without sitting down, because I have to run from here to there, to the washing center, to the fruit man, to the train station and so on and on…”

I shook my head, there was I feeling so miserable and sorry for myself, because of this freaking bad world, and a little, old Arabic grandmother was sitting at the bus station, where various people were hanging around and asked me these obscure questions.
The bus came and we both got inside, but sat down pretty far away from each other. Then “Hohelufbruecke”, my stop came, and I got off the bus. I walked down the road, passed MacDonald’s and when I looked back there was the little, old Lady again, so I decided to wait for her to give her some company. When she got to me she showed me her feet, which indeed looked really terrible with blisters all over. We talked about that she should put her feet in warm water in order to give them some rest. And again, she smiled at me and said:

“You know, I am very happy, because tomorrow I can sleep in. I can sleep until 9 o’clock.”

9 o’clock…went through my head that is not very long for me. Then she told me the street she had to go to and I wondered, knowing that in order to get to the neighbourhood she wanted to get to, she would have to cross the street. The street was in the exact opposite direction of where we were walking to. But no, she was still walking by my side telling me about her life back in Persia, where she never had to walk that much, she even had maids and did not have a clue how to raise the kids. She then started to work as a nurse, her feet, back then, were looking beautifully. There came my house and she wished me a very good night and on continuing walking in the wrong direction, carrying all her plastic bags, looking very awkwardly, her figure became a shadow and disappeared into the dark of the night.
I opened the door to my house and was walking up the stairs, still very confused about what just happened. I got into our apartment, went on the balcony, looked at the sky and talked to God:

“I know God, life is not at all so difficult, still you had to send this strange angel to me, to give me a sign of hope- thank you so much. I needed it.”

There was I, touched by an angel…..

Carpe Diem

ou

A vida é uma Estupidez

Realmente temos só 3 anos da vida
O outro tempo está perdido
Nos nossos sonhos
No nosso trabalho
Nas nossas neccessidades

Então, é melhor viver
A nossa vida duma maneira
Que nos satisfaz
Que nos tornar
Ainda mais feliz
Mais experiente
Mais extreme
e
Mais concluido

carpe diem

Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top that's where you'll find me
Oh, Somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to, why, oh why can't I? I hiii ?

Xaninha's Birthday

H&H in da' House

Distant places

Dreaming of distant places
Dweling on days to come
Coming and going
But: Where am I from?

My curiosity hungers
For an adventure
That I have yet to dream-
Create

When will it begin?
When will I admit
What I am
Where I am from

A distant land is
My home
A distant land is
gone

Have I lost
A place where
I belong?
Inside myself?

Home Sweet Home

A Bright Sunny Night

L'Amour & Memories

Europe in 9 days. Quite a challenge! From Amsterdam-Brussels-Paris-London.....veni vedi vici

Beautiful

Beuatiful Minds
Beautiful People
Beautiful Lives

Mind beautiful people's lives
Live beautiful people's minds

-On Tour-

We welcome
we walk
we talk
we see
whatever it will be

with a wow
and a
glow

that show of
sights
that never ends

until it blends
into our memory