What a small world.

Lately we have been living ever more in a digital world, with all the social media and the growing internet access through out the globe, the place no longer feels small.

We create these internet personas and try hard to reflect our life the best we can in that digital canvas. We communicate with people we never met, we make good friends online, share tastes, dilemmas, sometimes we even fall in love.
It's astonishing what we can do through this portal, the things we can see and do without even leaving our chair.

I love this power and what it enables me to do. From meeting someone amazing, that I only know through my computer screen, to discovering a new band that otherwise I would probably never ear.

It enables me to travel everywhere and never lose communication with all of my friends, it makes my life easier because I now have access to all I ever wanted to know, right in the palm of my hand.

For instance I met someone through a chat application from a country I never visited, and yesterday we spent 4 hours talking over Skype. This week also I stumbled upon a great band from Australia on twitter, and because nowadays we have access to so much i could enjoy their new album in seconds with just a few clicks on my mouse.

It really is funny how small the world is now a days and how this power shortens even the smallest distances. And I'm really hoping that by making the world small we can forget our differences and start behaving more like a group.

And by the way in case your wondering if I was involved in illegal activities to get that album.


The band has their latest album available for free on their page, so check out The Sunpilots follow them on Twitter, they're touring over Europe now so if you like good music download their album and buy a ticket for their show, they're really good.

Another chapter

I'm different...

No one told me but I can feel it...

The way I move, the way I talk, the way I live, it changed somewhere in Africa.
I'm no longer the same person I was before, no longer bent by life. It's like I was reborn after all I saw and felt.

I feel confident, clear minded and above all Africa taught me how to make do, taught me how to adapt quickly, how to gather information to prepare myself for all the challenges. Africa made me a modern day Macgyver.
And I don't feel heavy anymore, I feel light, like I'm swiftly passing through all the barriers I encounter in my way.

I'm happy... happier than I have ever been. Finally I found the thing that truly makes me smile. that warms my heart and makes everything seem easy.

I've been courting lady luck for so long and she finally smiled back.

This chapter is starting so great, and Murphy can kiss my ass, because this time nothing will take my mood away.

My new home came as a big surprise, friendly people all around, maybe I attract them now I don't know, found an amazing place to live, close to everything and already made some friends around town.

Of course having money for all of this helps, but I don't know things just feel different, I don't feel nervous, I don't feel afraid, I feel at home already and this is only my third day here.

My mind is more at ease than ever, a nirvana state of mind, following my mind where ever she takes me and loving every second of it.

Sou Português

Sou Português…

Mas comunico em Inglês, virei as costas ao meu país, abandonei a areia banhada pelo Atlântico para rumar a um destino incerto.

Deixei para trás a família, os amigos, os amores e os dissabores desta lusitana que me viu crescer. Fui a procura de algo mais.

Fui em busca de novos horizontes, criando ligações, travando amizades, vendo algo nosso a cada esquina.

Sou Português, mas não um traidor, tenho orgulho no meu país, nas suas tradições e costumes, nesta gente bem-disposta que vive do lamento. Tenho orgulho no fado, no vinho e na saudade.

Abandonei o meu país, não pela sombra que o envolve do Algarve ao Minho, mas porque carrego em mim o espirito de outrora. Ouço os gritos de ontem que me lançam o desafio, os antepassados que me empurram para fora, que criam em mim o fascínio pelo desconhecido. Impulsionam-me para longe, para descobrir o que já outros conhecem mas para mim é novo.

Sou Português e falo em Inglês, porque sei que não a é a língua que nos define, mas sim o espirito, a coragem, o sofrimento, a alegria.

Vou correr o mundo, espalhar a saudade que é tão nossa, sacrificar-me pela vontade de viver. Vou com um sorriso no rosto, mas a lagrima escondida.

Vou para longe, perder-me nos encantos do mundo, mas mesmo sem bússola hei sempre de encontrar o caminho de regresso.

Porque sou Português, e por mais que corra, a saudade sempre aperta.

My path

The path I've chosen
Seems like a fairytail
Sometimes it leaves me broken
But in the end I always prevail.

Words cannot explain,
they get lost in the sound of my scream.
Mixed in with the tears, the blood and the pain.

They get trapped in my smile
Chained in my chest, caught in the limelight.

My head keeps spinning,
my spirit changing,
and even though i'm grinning
my tears keep fading.

I kept my hope,
held her tight against my chest,
until the past became just a simple note.
Locked away with the rest.

It wasn't easy, fighting everyday,
But I kept smiling long past the final play.

And after all the moments
After all the good and bad
I still feel the good omens,
Hanging around in the air

The thrill of the challenge
still keeps me awake at night
dreaming of the next adventure,
Still strong with my path in sight.

My heroes

My heroes, the ones that inspire me, those that touch my life without even knowing. I see them everywhere, I see them on T.V, on my computer screen, on the pages of the book I'm reading, even while I'm living my life.

They are the ones who took the clay, shaped it, breathed in courage, inspiration and determination and molded me into what I am.

My thirst, that thirst that makes me forget everything and try and quench it, it's because of them. I hear them speaking with me everyday, whispering in my ear while my music player composes a masterpiece, song after song.

I found hope in them, I envisioned for me what I saw in them, dissecting all the aspects and gluing everything together as it felt natural to me.

My heroes, are faceless, a mix of personalities that reflect what I want to believe, what i feel makes sense.

My heroes are to many to tell, they come and go, new ones arriving old ones fading away in my mind but never leaving.

My heroes are the ones who believe, not in the supernatural, its about faith but not in fairy-tails.

It's about those who face reality, challenge the rules, those that can't be broken, those that don't comply.

You see them to, the ones that are odd, that you sometimes can't quite understand, that puzzle your mind with their presence. But deep down you know, you wanted to follow them to, they are my heroes but they can be yours to.

Let them inspire you, mold you like they did me, you're path is surely different from mine, but its never about the finish, it's always about the journey, and in the end, if you listen, you will realize that the thing that scared you at first, was nothing more than dim light in an empty room.