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From Madeira to Mars goes to FNAC!

From Madeira to Mars goes to FNAC! FNAC and I, an old love. I first met FNAC when I lived in Paris. I was part of the ERASMUS program, on an internship at École Veterinaire de Maisons Alfort.One of the advantages of being ERASMUS is to have lots of free time, and get to know other professional and cultural realities. Learning to be alone in a strange country and to discover the stranger in us is perhaps the greatest advantage of all. With free time and a roommate from Paris, Muriel, I discovered that Parisians have a delightful sense of humour which lead us to unusual places. It was Muriel who first told me about Cirque du Soleil, who taught me how to eat macaroni with grated cheese and nutella and banana crepes. It was she, who took me to the movies to discover one of my favourite films of all time – “The Fabulous Destiny of Amélie Poulain” – yes, I was there in 2001. Walking on the streets of Paris with Muriel was like …

Madeira by a French photographer, Xavier Schneider

  Madeira by a French photographer, Xavier Schneider In my opinion, one of the great advantages of having a rental accommodation (Airbnb) is the opportunity to meet interesting people, from different parts of the world. This April, I met the talented photographer Xavier Schneider, who came to spend a week’s holiday in Madeira, with his lovely partner Emilie. Lucky me, they chose to stay in my apartment and so I had the privilege of meeting both in person. We exchanged contacts, and upon their return to France, Xavier sent me some of his photographs, taken in Madeira. It fascinates me to see our island, through the eyes of those who visit us. There is always a new perspective, a new awareness, something that has escaped my sight and which I can now see, assimilate and understand better. I grow with this new vision and value, even more, what we have here on the island. I now have the privilege of introducing you to the photos of Xavier, through this article. His goal as a photographer …

About the simplicity of happiness…

About the simplicity of happiness … we live in a world that talks a lot about happiness. Coaching, mindfulness and self-help books grow before our eyes, in the windows of bookstores in most cities. Along with that, grows the pursuit to be happy the whole time, as if that was a card in the game of life. If there is one thing, my trip to India has showed me is that happiness can be simple, clear and uncomplicated, but our Western civilizations (so called evolved) are maybe turning into something complex. To be happy is to have a roof to sleep under, food to survive, health and peace. The opposite is to be unhappy. This is not learned in schools or at university, we see on the streets, in the eyes of people and we feel it in our skin. To be able to take a nap, in peace, the joy of not being cold, of drinking water without catching diseases, to be able to take a shower, to have electricity power, to brush our …

About divorce

Based on a story (about divorce), I saw a few days ago on TV; Portugal has an average of 70 divorces per day. I decided to share a text I wrote a few years ago. “One of the hardest decisions in a parent’s life is getting divorced. With children life has another meaning, another flavour. It is as if living makes a lot more sense … When I became a mother for the first time, I felt life was better, “Ahhh yes, now, I get this “higher existence” in the world …” But with that same feeling others arise. The sense of not being allowed to fail, to provide, survive and give good examples. Now I cannot go away if I feel like it, I can no longer quit my job and become a volunteer in Africa, I can no longer go “crazy”, live on a daydream state etc. Now it’s time to grow up, you have kids okay? And so begins, a new life; we are all grown up, we are all responsible and …

(Português) A viagem a Calcutá. Insónia.

  Hoje não consigo dormir. É uma daquelas noites em que o calor, a humidade, a roupa colada ao corpo e o barulho do ar condicionado se tornam intoleráveis. Depois há as imagens que me varrem os pensamentos… O olhar vazio daquela menina no orfanato, a criança descalça cujas pernas arqueadas gritavam subnutrição, o cão que me lambeu a mão e tinha um corte profundo na sobrancelha, a vaca que caminhava perdida por entre os carros, os macaquinho bébé agarrado à sua mãe acorrentada e o barulho que não quer sair dos meus ouvidos do trânsito nesta terra. Calcutá é para os fortes, os que perante o desespero não desistem, (hoje após 20 minutos a tentar apanhar um taxi, apeteceu-me desistir e voltar para casa) para os que batem o pé e regateiam, para os que empurram com mais força para entrar no metro, para os que mesmo suando em bica conseguem fazer o seu trabalho com um sorriso. São milhões, 35 milhões? Nem sei ao certo. São muitos, não há ruas vazias, nem espaços …

Kolkata, today.

Today, I will not paint a pretty picture of Calcutta. This is not a dream holiday nor a dream. I’ve never been so aware of the impact that the colour of our skin can have in society, as here. On the one hand, everyone here wants fair skin. We put self-tanning creams, they put creams to make the skin whiter. The darker the skin of a person the lesser the status. Even in ads that come in the newspaper on Sunday, it is notorious. “28 y old Woman, fair-skinned, Scorpion sign, Brahman, is looking for a, Dr. or Eng., sign sagitarius, brahman to get married”. There are pages of these ads, for him and her. A different version of dating.com. After the skin colour, the horoscope sign is the most important feature, followed by caste. Caste defines the origin and the destination. There are four castes, from the priests / teachers to the servants / attendants who must maintain family traditions marrying people from the same caste. I spoke to people who got married in …

Sensitivity, WANTED!

One of these days when I picked him up at school, he turned to me and asked : . Mum,  is there any school in Madeira that only has good boys? -What do you mean; good boys? -You know, those who do not push others out of the queue to stay ahead, which lend the sharpener and rubber, that play with us instead of making fun of us ….   I wanted to move to there. I was thinking about that question and what I would answer … The truth is that the world is made of this variety of people and it is in school that (supposedly) you learn to deal with life “out there”. I was not going to lie, that’s what I said. World where rules the law of the strongest. Where people are worth the profession they have, the things they own not the stories they bring with them (because there is not time to hear them). We’re all out of time, to live a hectic rush home from work, the live at the weekend or …

Flashback 2015

Flashback 2015. Look back and forward. Focus. Shoot, let creativity, intuition and desire get to know you more. Spent this last year in love with the island where I was born, Madeira. The more I discover it , the more I feel there is so much more to see and explore. With my feet firmly on the ground and head (quite a few times) up in the clouds, 2015 was as follows: This beautiful sea of ours. Being in the clouds. The countryside of Madeira. Funchal and its flowers Madeira on a plate. Porto Santo Island. My travels in 2015. Madrid Auvers sur Oise Lisboa Santorini Porto Roma Paris Londres And finally, what was the most memorable trip this year? My trip to Calcutá. A BIG thank you to all who have followed me here. And may the year 2016 bring us all, good things in life. See you all next Year! Dream lots… Note: If you’re thinking about how to celebrate the new year in style. Try this:

É Quinta -feira e “saltou-nos a tampa”

  Há tempos, encontrei-me com uma amiga que me contava (um pouco envergonhada) que se tinha “passado” com um familiar. Filosofamos um pouco sobre esta necessidade (contida mas que às tantas se torna incontrolável, se provocada) de extravasar as emoções; perdemos as estribeiras e as palavras saltam-nos da boca. No fundo, é como uma panela de pressão, há que abrir a válvula e deixar sair o vapor porque senão rebenta. Já diz o ditado “quem não se sente, não é boa gente” e “mostrar sentimentos não é sinal de fraqueza mas sim de força interior “. Há muitas maneiras de libertar as pressões do dia a dia, há quem faça exercicio físico, há quem precise de falar e deitar “cá pra fora” e há quem escreva. Foi assim que conheci a Beatriz Braga: num curso de escrita criativa online. “Beatriz, a Feliz” pode bem ser o título do livro da vida desta aspirante a escrevente de mini-textos baseados em mini-aventuras que a vida até agora lhe trouxe! É na escrita que está a encontrar maneira …