Popping the Clouds
TO LEARN HOW TO FLY ...
How to pop a cloud
Monday, April 23, 2012
Around the house
Monday, April 9, 2012
Sould I
Should I keep on walking? ...
Should I embrace the rocks along the way?
The final stones and pebbles that appear, now and then, just to stop life from moving around.
The final step, the end of misery as it is seen.
Should I stare?
Should I keep on breathing?
To inhale the deep dark clouds surrounded by pain and suffer.
The gasps of memories gone, that keep on coming back from time to time just to be remembered.
Should I cry for help?
Should I raise my hands and beg for mercy?
Way high.
Touch the sky and smell the white clouds full of hope.
Should I? ...
Try to be someone else so the tears can go away.
Pretend another world, another body in order to escape.
Try not to be the same soul ... in vain ... just to fly around and disappear ... maybe some day ...

Should I keep on dreaming?
Should I believe it is going to be better? ...
Should I? ...
And I just keep on walking ...
Friday, March 30, 2012
Choco Made
It's chocolate all right. Exhibition in a close by villa - Óbidos. This is an anual event that gathers all kinds of chocolates and ideas related with it. It's a must seen and a must go, but I must say that at the end of the day it was to much choco enviroment, I think I am not going to eat it for a while ...
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Popping the ballons
This was how my house looked like in order to celebrate my last birthday ...
A little bit of colour around the white walls ...
I am glad that other parts of the house was spared ... hard to clean the ballons ... But I like the effect.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Cyber Cat
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Cromelech
There are so many beauties out there, spread over, among us, and it seems that sometimes people don't care for its existence.
Monday, July 4, 2011
Frog
I decided to spent a few days in Alentejo. It's kind of a small paradise, but among trees, animals, no noise from the city, no horns from the cars, no traffic lights, no ... just something to fill in ... Some pure air to breath, great food from the region, marvellous weather at the swimming pool ... That's how I spent a great weekend:)
I chose this picture, because it really moved me ... I'm not a frog fan ... but this one was so tinny, that I felt the urge to take a picture and post it. I was seated in this chair, but then I realized that I was not alone, and when I looked down, I found that this cute animal was sharing the same spot. I moved out, of course, the chair was taken, and the frog arrived there first ... so I just let it rest ...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Arrival Home
To be able to have a wooden roof supported by weak colourful walls that feed me in the inertia. Surrounded by a perpetual garden, one where the dream does not remain in vain. To feel the breeze, and the air that fills in my lungs where I am able to feel safe. Walk along the pathway, enjoying the brief moments along the way, to sustain a breath or two just to contemplate the surroundings. Reaching for the moment, to embrace the feelings kept for someone special. Open a window, close a door, climb the staircase that takes me in the return to my comfort, light the fireplace and wait in the beginning of the twilight your arrival at home... By: PopCloud
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Can you tell me a story?
Can you tell me a story? – He asked. How could I refuse to a child looking at me with those bright eyes. Well, I begun, When I was travelling along the country I used to climb the highest mountains trying to find out what was in the other side. One day, I was surprised by a beautiful woman that came across me and started asking me questions. What kind of questions? Questions about human nature, and dreams that fade away before someone has the strength to catch them and live them as their own. But this woman, I continued, She was different from the others that I’m used to see, therefore I kept on talking to her even though I was curious enough to start making my own questions as well, but she was so avid in her speech that it stopped me from inquiring her. She was pale, but in the softest kind, her hair was long and the wind was spreading her enormous curls between the trees that I couldn’t see where it ended. Was she a fairy? I guess she was. Her long transparent dress was covering the entire floor full of old leaves in such a crystal way that I thought it was a shining lake. I talked to her for a while. She put her arms around me and embraced me so hard that I felt like I was going to suffocate with such energy, but I felt safe, and I let her arms around my shoulders. The path where she had come through became soft and warm. I closed my eyes and rested for a while. When I woke up she was no longer there. Then I realized that she had never been there. I was the mysterious lady. I had that power inside me. So I continued my journey, and from that day on, I never stopped chasing my dreams. Even thought they seem awkwardly impossible to some people’s eyes …
By: PopCloudSunday, April 17, 2011
Vintage Store








My favourite vintage store in town :)
It feels great to walk around the store and recognize most of the things that were a part of our childhood. This is my favourite one in Lisbon. It's not only the marvelous concoction of products spread along the tables and cupboads, the beauty of the colours mingled along the way, but also the encouraging smell that we can feel into the air as soon as we walk through the entrance.













