mapa riscado

.:: Menorca

2011-07-06T10:25:00.005+02:00

Desprès de molts anys he tornat a les illes del Mediterrani. Aquesta vegada ha sigut Menorca. Fa 5 anys vaig marxar de Lisboa amb bitllet de Tren cap a L'Europa i vaig arribar a les illes de Grècia e Turquia. Va estar molt i molt be. Desprès he anat cap a Tailàndia i altres llocs amb més o menys illes .. ara finalment he "tornat a casa". Entre cometes perquè la meva casa es molt més el Atlàntic que el Mediterrani , Peró ja fa un temps que estic en aquest costat de la península .. i tan dolent no es la cosa en aquest Mar. Un parell de fotos de la meva Estada al Maig en aquesta illeta petita. Ah ..i aquest estiu tornaré cap al Setembre ... desprès de una setmaneta a Portugal. Tugoland forever.

.:: in Singapura

2011-03-01T10:28:00.005+01:00

Little did i knew that at some point in my life Singapore would be a more familiar place then Oporto ..for instance. It all started in a rainy afternoon on Torres Novas Municipal library. For the first time ever , i was about to experience this Internet Chat thing (IRC ... or Mirc). Logged on, chose some crappy name and got into a "Chat Room". That afernoon i talked with 3 people. All of them from the other side of the world ... Mishty (New Delhi), Zain (Karachi) and Icetuna (Singapore).

Karen & Pedro @ Wedding

Icetuna from Singapore was in fact Karen Cheong. A girl who studied and worked in a bycicle shop. We were 15 then. I forgot for a long long time what were the subjects of those initial talks, but the last time we met in SG we realized it was about Meditation and oriental ways of life. So, after going around a few thousand km's around Portugal and fullfiling my childhood dream of going to India (where i met one of those 3 initial girls, Mishty) i decided it was a great time to meet Karen. Arranged for a crossland trip from Bangkok to Singapore as my final destination and hit the road. It was great to meet someone you had only talked to in Internet. The following year i returned to attend her marriage. Two years lated i came back to perform a slighty diferent trip from Bangkok to Bali with a Singapore stopover. It's fairly easy now for me to understand the city, Indian, Malay and chinese parts. The hotels , shopping malls and omnipresent food stalls. The red-light district the small temples full of smoke. The Durian fruit that smells so bad that most hotels have a "no-durian rule". The Heat.
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Hobbits Suck.

2011-02-24T16:43:00.004+01:00

Probably you were one those millions that at one point in time went to the movies and watched the Lord of The Rings trilogy. To some people you even had the nerve of sometimes pretend that you read them all. Nobody did. Some guy tought that we were not getting the voice of the oppressed. The thousands (perhaps millions) that ended up giving their lifes for what they believed in. Martyrs of Mordor. Here's a book, a black swan that tell the untold and gives voice to the unheard.

Lord of The Rings on the eyes of Mordor.

Haridwar, India

2011-02-23T19:40:00.005+01:00

Haridwar é uma cidade santa no norte da India a umas 4 horas de Nova Deli.

Em 2006, depois de 4 dias num Raft baixando o rio Alaknanda (e depois o Ganges até Rishikesh), dei por mim nesta cidade á beira rio plantada. A gente do acampamento de Rafting deixou-me aqui ao meio dia e fui á procura de sítio para dormir. "Escolhi" um sítio manhoso , mesmo em frente á enorme estaçao de comboios é que no dia seguinte tinha uma viagem de 14 horas até Orcha e nao queria arriscar a perder a minha ligaçao.

Como estava sozinho, peguei na minha mochila do Euro'04, na camera Canon A20 e fui dar umas voltas. Veio á cabeça um livro que me deu a minha Sandra, a "India e seus Costumes". Um livro pequeno e lindo cheio de fotografias de coisas, pessoas, lugares e cores que nunca encontrei no meu Ribatejo semi-natal. Nao esqueço nunca que estando longe de mim toda uma semana no Porto distante, a minha Sandra me entregasse um livro por cada dia que nao tinhamos podido falar um com o outro. 7 dias , 7 livros. Entre eles , este India e seus costumes. Ali estava eu ... vivendo cada uma das páginas mágicas daquele livro. Ainda agora posso sentir a energia impressionante de um rio e dos milhares de pessoas que nele depositam a sua vida. Sentado numas escadas pouco santas vendo um mundo mover-se diante dos meus olhos cada vez mais crentes. Voltei para a minha cama enorme e dura já pertinho da meia-noite. Na India nao há noite , só claro e escuro.Tudo continua a todas as horas . Sempre. E em quantidades inimaginaveis de gentes e animais.

Riding Asia

2011-01-31T12:05:00.002+01:00

A long long time ago i wrote about the places i stayed in while going from Bangkok to Singapore. It was my second time in Asia after a 3 week trip to northern India. At that time i realized how important it was to feel at home away from home. It's true that when you go out on the road you're full of strenght but after some time that wears out and you're batling your own fights. Heat, rain , animals, transportation, crowds. It all may lead to exhaustion. A very very confortable feeling is knowing that in the end of the day you won't be battling bugs in your bed .. just wondering if the water in the swimming pool is too cold/hot for a afternoon swim. Or should i call recepetion for another kind of pillow?

Whenever i can, i look for extremely calm relaxing places to sleep in. If needed i'll even stay there .. just laying down on the sun with some refreshing drink. No need to run all the time. Grab a nice book and read. And swim . And read again. These breaks will give you all the power you need to hit the roads again. If you can't visit everything .. don't worry, that's just one more reason to come back again!

So, i've returned to Singapore 3 times. This time over i also grabbed a low cost flight to Bali and stayed 3/4 days on this very nice and relaxing place. Didn't like the monkey's at all ...but can't argue that the setting was stunningly beautiful. After 17 days coming from Bangkok to Bali through Plain, Bus, Boat and train ..it was only fitting to end it all on a relax note.

If oyu ever pass by Bali this is the place i stayed in :

Pedro no Mundo : Malacca

2010-11-16T16:57:00.013+01:00

A few years ago i passed through this city that i remenbered today again and again. Stayed here for just 48 hours but it was more than enough for me to enjoy plenty in this old Portuguese colonial city. There's still a strong Portuguese sense and comunity and a Portuguese descendant is owner of the famous Air Asia low cost airline, the biggest in Asia. If you happen to pass near this city in the near future don't hesitate to stop and enjoy a good time. Sweets, some nice eateries and bars and a lady that cuts hair quiete nicely :) (photos after the break)

Kiss from Pedro in Malacca, 3 years ago.

Maradó , Maradó

2010-11-02T10:04:00.005+01:00

I came to life on 1976. For people before me i agree that they may look at Pele as being the best. Cruyf could pass. Eusebio scored. Puskas and Di Stefano did it all. There were others. After 1976 there was only one name . Maradona . I enjoyed Van Basten; how he controled the power and still looked so fluid in all his actions. In school between Maths and Geometry, during those 15 minutes in wich we played 4x4 under the Nuns eyes there was only one person to look up to. Maradona. We'll score like him , i'll go through you like him, we celebrate like him. Football was Maradona and Maradona was football. This feeling never changed. I believe this sensation to be like that of a Mother and Son. He may not be perfect, he may make mistakes, he may hurt you ... But , in the end of the day he's the best you could ever had in your life.

I do not remenber where i was when someone told my brother was born. I do not remenber what i was doing when the planes hit the twin towers. I remenber vividly the minutes in and around "the GOAL" he scored against England on Mexico 86. Ths is how i recall it.

I was at a friends house in his swimming pool in a litle town outside Torres Novas. They were family friends cause my parents were there too. I wanted to see the game Argentina-England, but i lost a part because i was playing around in the swimming pool (i was 10). I remenber how i got out of the pool, got a towel, tried to dry myself and entered the living room to look at the television and saw Maradona receive a ball in the midfield. Then everything stopped .. for a moment that seemed to last a couple of eternities the tiny chubby man played with my senses and scored a goal. I didn't react in the first moments and then i screamed: "Daaaaaaad .. Maradona scored a goal!!!!!!"

I get perplexed when people compare other players to Maradona ..how can you ? don't you have eyes ? have you ever played soccer to say what you're saying ? Let Pele try to go to Goiás and win the Copa Libertadores with no Garrincha by his side. Let Messi go to Almeria and win the champions league with no Xavi, Iniesta and so on by his side. Let Eusebio go to Estoril and win it all without some of the best players ever in Benfica and Portugal. That's what Maradona did .. he went to Naples and took it to another level. He grabbed the Argentina team and won a world cup. Those were mediocre teams whose players aren't remenbered for his brilliance. They had Maradona tough. That was enough for a moment in time. For me , even Michael Jordan was the Maradona of Basketball. That was the standard to wich all players were to be compared .. and they all lost/loose miserably.

This feeling never changed. I believe this sensation to be like that of a Mother and Son. He may not be perfect, he may make mistakes, he may hurt you ... But , in the end of the day he's the best you could ever had in your life.

This year so far ...

2010-06-28T16:18:00.008+02:00

BERLIN (early this year)

For a long time i wished to land in Berlin. I finally did it in the beggining of this year for a cold weekend break in Germany. Fast cheap flight and arrive to our hostel amid a few danger moves on ice. Tried one of this "free" tours through Berlin for almost a whole day. Spanish version ..hehehe. It was quite entertaining, with this spanish guy talking about and explaining a few things on the city and it's history. We walked around the main part of the Easter Berlin for a few hours passing through the Brandenburg Gate, the jewish memorial, checkpint charlie and so on... and a chocolatier that looked amazing and made us comeback by metro on our final day there. It was so sleepery on the sidewalk that it made it dificult to walk around and extremely tiring also. Loads of photos. A few weeks before heading to Berlin i got me and Anna two tickets for a movie session on the Berlinale film festival "El Mal Ajeno". It was in original language so that was much better than german language that i do not yet master. I may be getting back one day . Who knows?

LISBOA (May)

Surprise, surprise! Everyone knew but me. For my birthday, my Anna sent me on her company to Portugal, Lisboa. My soccer team (Benfica) was about to win their first championship in 5 years or so and i was there to witness it live on Estádio da Luz. I remenbered perfectly the last time we won , how we hit the streets horn screaming out loud. First we had to infiltrate the stadium .. we had 2 tickets to diferent parts of the stadium and that wasn't good ... so, she jumped the fence and just entered without any problems. It was a lousy lousy game .. but , we won! So it didn't really matter cause we were all happy. Maybe i was happier than somebody else ... after horning my way up to the center of Lisbon i met Flip,Paula,Frade, Sara and the guys for the street party that followed the championship win. It was Great!!!

MARRAKECH (June)

We went to Marrakech for a few days of relaxing on the swimming pool. I found a nice place on the outskirts of the city (15Kms) that made us feel we were in heaven. Birds singing, 3 swimming pools and rose petals everywhere. That's what we call life. One day we also went with a guide to the center of Marrakech to wonder around the old city. We only had 1 day to spend there, that's why we tought of going there with a touristic guide. He took us to the Royal tombs, one amazing palace that in the begining just seemed like nothing and in the end it's wonderfull, with gardens and decorated rooms. We also went to one of this carpet places where they tried to sell us something we did not want. I'm not a carpet person i must say .. but after a tea and a couple of unconfortable moments we safely arrived to the final NO, thanks! We went for some chicken (again) and afterwards hit the souks on our own , so that we could be harassed as much as possible by the people trying to sell stuff. We bought a pair of things , including Babuskas hardly fought for. Were they too expensive? On our last night i asked for a triple chocolate cake from our hotel and they delivered big time ...cause it was absolutely delicious . hmmmmmm

.:: Asia Rider Photo Album

2010-06-09T13:03:00.006+02:00

.:: musica á noitinha

2010-05-05T15:33:00.011+02:00

Hoje de manha quando vinha para o trabalho, fiz logon ao Spotify e 2 ou 3 shuffles depois ouvi esta música. Mistura Tom Jobim, com concertos ao vivo com uma boa interpretaçao. Para quem lhe agrade musica brasileira. * Da simpática Ivete Sangalo (na foto) a música "Eu Sei Que Vou Te Amar"

"Eu sei que vou te amar
Por toda a minha vida eu vou te amar
Em cada despedida eu vou te amar
Desesperadamente, eu sei que vou te amar
E cada verso meu será
Prá te dizer que eu sei que vou te amar
Por toda minha vida
Eu sei que vou chorar
A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar
Mas cada volta tua há de apagar
O que esta ausência tua me causou
Eu sei que vou sofrer a eterna desventura de viver
A espera de viver ao lado teu
Por toda a minha vida"

.:: 美しい日本 (beautiful Japan)

2010-03-25T11:44:00.004+01:00

On my quest to continually improve my blog i came across an issue that disturbed me. It still disturbs me. On an innocuous webpage advertising the "20+ templates for your blog you'll love" i found a link to the 10 Must disturbing deaths. That made me wonder. I realize that i like horror movies and although it sounded cheap it worked well enough for me to click on it. There were strange deaths, accidents, etc. On the upper ranks came the famous Nazi doctors with Mengels on the top row. Nothing strange there, anyone a little bit familiar with the European WWII story has heard about these cruel, heartless people and their deeds. Strange enough the first place on this dubious list was "awarded" to someone/something i had never heard of... Unit 731. What that hell are you talking about? How come i never heard about these guys? Maybe it was just me. Or maybe it wasn't .. maybe a lot of people never heard about this Unit 731. (Gore Stuff after the break)

Unit 731 was a covert biological and chemical warfare research and development unit of the Imperial Japanese Army that undertook lethal human experimentation during the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937–1945) and World War II. Unit 731 was based at the Pingfang district of Harbin, the largest city in the Japanese puppet state of Manchuria (now Northeast China).

The name chosen by the Japanese Army to name Unit 731 was originally "Epidemic Prevention and Water purification Department of the Kuantung Army". Now ... that sounds more or less OK, doesn't it? I've taken the liberty of copy/paste from wikipedia, only after reading abut this stuff for the last 2 days. It's all true. Maybe you won't believe it after you read this list:

UNIT 731

Vivisection

Prisoners of war were subjected to vivisection without anesthesia.^[13]^[11]
Vivisections were performed on prisoners after infecting them with various diseases. Scientists performed invasive surgery on prisoners, removing organs to study the effects of disease on the human body. These were conducted while the patients were alive because it was feared that the decomposition process would affect the results.^[14]^[11] The infected and vivisected prisoners included men, women, children, and infants.^[15]
Vivisections were also performed on pregnant women, sometimes impregnated by doctors, and the fetus removed.^[16]
Prisoners had limbs amputated in order to study blood loss.^[11]
Those limbs that were removed were sometimes re-attached to the opposite sides of the body.^[11]
Some prisoners' limbs were frozen and amputated, while others had limbs frozen then thawed to study the effects of the resultant untreated gangrene and rotting.
Some prisoners had their stomachs surgically removed and the esophagus reattached to the intestines.^[11]
Parts of the brain, lungs, liver, etc. were removed from some prisoners.^[17]^[13]^[11]

In 2007, Doctor Ken Yuasa testified to the Japan Times that, "I was afraid during my first vivisection, but the second time around, it was much easier. By the third time, I was willing to do it." He believes at least 1,000 people, including surgeons, were involved in vivisections over mainland China.^[18]

Weapons testing

Human targets were used to test grenades positioned at various distances and in different positions.^[11]
Flame throwers were tested on humans.^[11]
Humans were tied to stakes and used as targets to test germ-releasing bombs, chemical weapons, and explosive bombs.^[11]

Germ warfare attacks

Prisoners were injected with inoculations of disease, disguised as vaccinations, to study their effects.^[11]
To study the effects of untreated venereal diseases, male and female prisoners were deliberately infected with syphilis and gonorrhea, then studied^[11].
Prisoners were infested with fleas in order to acquire large quantities of disease-carrying fleas for the purposes of studying the viability of germ warfare.
Plague fleas, infected clothing, and infected supplies encased in bombs were dropped on various targets. The resulting cholera, anthrax, and plague were estimated to have killed around 400,000 Chinese civilians.^[11]
Tularemia was tested on Chinese civilians.^[19]
Unit 731 and its affiliated units (Unit 1644, Unit 100, et cetera) were involved in research, development, and experimental deployment of epidemic-creating biowarfare weapons in assaults against the Chinese populace (both civilian and military) throughout World War II. Plague-infested fleas, bred in the laboratories of Unit 731 and Unit 1644, were spread by low-flying airplanes upon Chinese cities, coastal Ningbo in 1940, and Changde, Hunan Province, in 1941. This military aerial spraying killed thousands of people with bubonic plague epidemics.^[20]

Other experiments

Prisoners were subjected to other torturous experiments such as:

being hung upside down to see how long it would take for them to choke to death.^[11]
having air injected into their arteries to determine the time until the onset of embolism.^[11]
having horse urine injected into their kidneys.^[11]
being deprived of food and water to determine the length of time until death.
being placed into high-pressure chambers until death.
being exposed to extreme temperatures and developing frostbite to determine how long humans could survive with such an affliction, and to determine the effects of rotting and gangrene on human flesh.^[11]
having experiments performed upon prisoners to determine the relationship between temperature, burns, and human survival.
being placed into centrifuges and spun until dead.
having animal blood injected and the effects studied.
being exposed to lethal doses of x-rays.
having various chemical weapons tested on prisoners inside gas chambers.
being injected with sea water to determine if it could be a substitute for saline.
being buried alive.

Makes Nazis look like cry babies doesn't it? It seems there's a movie about this witch has received a classification in a lot of countries beyond gore. Reviews I've read, tell about one of the most sad experiences they've lived in front of a TV. Shocking. Only if you're a die hard gore fan, with an interest on History should you start looking at this movie. Most people recommend reading extensively about the subject and the historical context so that you're well prepared for what you're about to see. In the end, it's your choice.

Movie (RS Download) : The Man Behind The Sun

Reading (PDF) : Japanese Biomedical Experimentation

.:: K7's à noitinha

2010-02-26T10:47:00.003+01:00

I know i shouldn't ... but from time 2 time i heard this boy steps into a deep hypnotic state that throws him onto mp3 downloading frenzy. When i periodically mess up all my music property and (re)start the arduous task to (re)populate my music players .. a question comes to mind : what now?

Now Lauryn Hill. Miseducation and MTV live. Remember that night "oh so fresh and crisp"? I was a young apprentice at a computer firm, in charge of putting a million tapes in order. (what was the order... i still ask today...) Every 30 days? Bo-Ring. Now and then this time was used to find new sounds. New Paths. One beautiful night .. a Monday i believe, there was this CD to download on a forgotten internet web page that i still remember. A cute petite girl from a Hip-Hop mainstream group named Fuggees had release an album recorded live on a MTV Studio somewhere. 7 minutes download later i hit play. A deep meaningful voice comes storming in. Speaking. Whispering. Laughing. Singing. Sharing. That night night the word was S-H-A-R-E. The tapes fell lovingly in place. Found slowly my place. My pace.

What now? It seems Lauryn Hill is in Australia these days. Showing up late on some concerts randomly.

GO AUSSIE GUIDE

Flight Anywhere to London : Easyjet

Fly from London to Brisbane : Air Brunei (the cheapest)

Sleep in Brisbane : Limes Hotel

Eat in Brisbane : Cloudland

.:: Croatia Photo Album

2010-01-26T10:49:00.012+01:00

and the winner is ...

2010-01-20T13:04:00.000+01:00

The year was, I've been told, 2005. On a city cornering the Peninsula I'm living in. Iberica. A group of people gathered by language, beliefs and aesthetic got together for a concert. It was Caetano Veloso younger sister. Maria. Bethania. I must say I'm an old dog on this one ... saw her frequently in Portugal. As frequently as her own schedule allowed me. 4 out of 4 presences. With her brother on Expo. Alone at least twice .. and i may adventure another couple of times. I miss going to a show like this once again .. once she enters the well prepared stage, my eyes leave her no more. Today wondering the www i re-found people, blogs and such that reminded me of that faraway night in 2005. The very best end of concert i had in a long long eternal time. I don't know about the others .. or how well informed they were on that particular show ... but i was more than pleasantly surprised with the last encore song "O que é, O que é". On the first chords of the song, groups of equally surprised Brazilian stood up (they had flags), followed closely by this Portuguese boy and the rest of the deeply enchanted music hall. I still feel goosebumps on the thought. Or maybe I'm just having a cool never-ending day @ work. For you all .. or maybe a selective wonderful few .

MARIA BETHANIA LIVE : "O QUE É , O QUE É"

Barnamob.com

2010-01-07T12:16:00.005+01:00

No pants Subway Ride Barcelona

Improv Everywhere ha lanzado una convocatoria a nivel mundial de su acción "No pants!Subway Ride" Barcelona se suma a esta acción.

REQUISITOS PARA PARTICIPAR:

a) Estar dispuesto a quitarse los pantalones en el metro

b) Llevar ropa interior adecuada al evento. Queremos provocar risas e impacto, no que la gente se ofenda. Así pues quedan prohibidos los tangas, slips ajustados, dibujos o frases inapropiadas en la ropa interior, etc.

c) Mantener una actitud natural al respecto

¿Cuándo?

Domingo 10 de Enero a las 16.00h

¿Dónde?

Boca de metro de Marina (L1), al lado de la churrería.

.:: a long long time ago

2009-12-24T15:10:00.000+01:00

era uma vez. era uma vez que sempre seria igual a todas as vezes. e por muito igual que sempre fossem todas essas vezes , sempre sempre era uma vez diferente. Mais fria . Mais quente. As pessoas, boas. Os momentos lentos. Cantaria qualquer um dos exitos mais sonantes to sempre afável Dino Meira mas a minha voz , já deixou de sêr quem era. Imigrante com vontade de voltar, Imigrante com sabor a pasteis de nata e noites semi-gloriosas do Benfica. Amanha dia 25 estou aí .. como na minha felicitaçao de natal, num país perto de si.

.:: Belgium back in 2007

2009-12-21T13:23:00.005+01:00

In the line of European countries that get nowehere, Portuguese always felt a lot like Belgians deep inside. Small country, Small people, Small feelings? In the past we got to the end of the known world .. and now they have the main house in the European Union. I´d say they're better than us. I've heard there are a few diferences between them, In Portugal we also face something like it. The problem is we're too lazy to do anything about it. Unless Spainiards invade us we're ok with our little tiny mini wars between north and south. I don't even think we qualify for having north and south wars .. i allways tought that was reserved for bigger countries like Italy, Korea, Rio Grande or the United States of America. I guess that if you take more than a walking day between 2 of your main cities , that's something that tags along. N/S. I was blessed a long time ago to discover one kind of me. I met a girl one day wich i enjoyed calling the Belgian Me. It wasn't that acurate but had a lot of truth in it .. in the end this person was way better then me .. wich it's something i'm proud of. Not many times you're faced to an alternative version of yourself and you realize it's good .. much better than you. Ingrid , my belgian me. Thank you.

IN COMMOM
They have a little boy that pisses without control on a tiny street ,old Brussels. We have a stone tower in the river Tejo .. that can house a little pissing boy anyday he feels like it. They have chocolate , we love eating it. My soccer team Benfica is called the "Red Devils", Belgium soccer team is called "Red Devils". In fact both teams should be called "The so-so Spookies" due to their amazingly sad outcome these last decades or so. They have mussels we love clams. They listen to Vaya con Dios, we have Madredeus. Too much? Too little?

Belgium ... love it or leave it.
Portugal ... just leave it.

.:: Mergulho . Buceo . Diving .

2009-12-21T09:50:00.020+01:00

It's been a while since i last dived .. but the little bug has bitten again last weekend. On some usually lousy channel i usually never reach on my early morning Zapping exercizes i could find an amazing diving show. Stayed there, glued to the tv screen ..getting my eyes filled with deep blue, sharks, whales, turtles and an imense ammount of impossible colors one can find down there. Let me dive again, oh Lord.

.:: Fotos ke Fiz

2009-12-20T14:19:00.002+01:00

Uma das vantagens de ter uma camera pequenina , é que sempre estou preparado para disparar em qualquer direcçao. Nesta foto feita em Bruxelas tive sorte. Gosto muito desta foto e tenho algumas saudades deste par de jarras. A minucia das fodos detalhadas do rapaz e a acutilancia da rapariga.

Gostas desta foto?

.:: olá!

2009-12-17T12:27:00.008+01:00

From some time i´ve been investigating places and feelings. A time comes when choices must be made with your whole life in hands.I´m 33 like Jesus and a few of my closest friends and i have at best 60 years ahead of me. 60 years of a journey i´m hopping will take me to where i want to be with 93 years old. Knowing that i've done all that i could do with my limited resources. I'm talking about the green valuable papers and the colorless ticking time. Where to go? These were my first 4 choices ...from left to right : South Florida Miami, Oman, Cabo Verde and Kenya. Water may be found if looked carefully in all of these pictures. In the end i may head south and go to South Africa. A World in a Country. So ... coming back to my blog with all the things i´m looking for in this trip to mighty SA will be posted on this blog of mine. You're more than invited to tag along ..both on Mapa Riscado or the actual trip next September. Maybe. Any tips will be more than welcome... altough i'm counting heavily on a friend that lives and enchants Johannesburg these days.

South Africa, September 2010

.:: Where 2

2009-10-13T16:50:00.002+02:00

Now this is something that truly impressed me this last week. I came across this webcast from a Danish guy. Arquitect he said. So he explained that his company was building this and that .. bla bla bla .. interesting stuff but not the important thing to highlight on this post. The thing to know is that they've been hired by the the great nation of Azebaijan to build something on an Island facing Baku, the country's capital.

Here's the link to the Webpage where they explain the whole project of ZIRA ISLAND

.:: Once Again

2009-10-09T14:16:00.000+02:00

Every now and then i come up with a great idea that lacks funds. Eventually also lacks time. Right now, though, everything looks bright and it seems a great doable idea. Get a bag and 2 t-shirts and go round the world for some time. 2 Months would be great. The money spent on these 2 months wouldn't be so great but i hope to find a soluction for that anythime soon. Or nexrt year. I could repeat and try to see new stuff on the Bangkok-Singapore route .. maybe Phuket, maybe hop to Camboja, Cameroon Highlands, Singapore zoo and repeat the food in Singapore. Afterwards i would head on to Australia for some desert, beach and all'round good time in Aussie land and in the end from LA to San Francisco with a few natural pakrs tossed in along with a few Las Vegas chips. Back home. The real dificult part in this journey is the decision to do it.

DO IT.

.:: TED ás terças

2009-10-06T09:01:00.005+02:00

This is a guy i did not know about before this chat. He has interesting ideas on Borders of the world we live in. Makes you think of borders as living entities that come and go. Where they were, where they are ... and where we're all heading with these borders & countries. Let's travel people .. travell the world over and share your story. Go.

Les receptas d'El Bulli

2009-10-01T13:09:00.003+02:00

Nyoquis de Yamatoimo

1 yamatoimo de 150 g
1. Peleu el yamatoimo i ratlleu-lo amb un ratllador japonès per tal d'obtenir una pasta elàstica.
2. Poseu la pasta de yamatoimo a una mànega pastissera.
3. A un plat fondo petit feu-hi 5 nyoquis de yamatoimo ajudant-vos amb unes tisores per tallar pasta.
4. Guardeu-los fins al moment de l'acabat i la presentació.

Per al brou de carreretes
100 g de carreretes, 150 g d'aigua, oli d'oliva
1. Netegeu la terra de les carreretes amb una mica d'aigua.
2. Eixugueu bé l'excés d'aigua dels bolets deixant-los sobre paper absorbent.
3. Saltegeu els bolets amb una mica d'oli d'oliva i cobriu-los amb aigua.
4. Coeu-los a foc mig durant 15 min.
5. Desengreixeu-los i coleu-ho.

Per a la infusió de brou de carreretes i flor de saüc
el brou de carreretes (elaboració anterior), 10 g de flor de saüc, sal
1. Poseu a bullir el brou i aparteu-lo del foc quan bulli per afegir-hi les flors de saüc.
2. Deixeu-ho en infusió durant 30 min i coleu-ho.
3. Poseu a punt de sal i guardeu-ho.

Per a les carreretes
28 carreretes d'1 cm de diàmetre

Altres
8 fulles de melissa fresca d'1 cm, oli d'oliva, sal

Acabat i Prensentació
1. Saltegeu les carreretes amb una mica d'oli d'oliva i poseu-les a punt de sal.
2. Mulleu els bolets amb la infusió de brou de carreretes i flor de saüc per estofar-los lleugerament.
3. Escalfeu el plat amb els nyoquis de yamatoimo a la salamandra fins que estiguin calents.
4. Repartiu 7 carreretes estofades entre els nyoquis i mulleu el conjunt amb 35 g d'infusió de brou de carreretes i flor de saüc.
5. Acabeu la presentació amb 2 fulles de melissa fresca a cada cantó del plat.

.:: Smooth Hotel

2009-09-30T10:25:00.000+02:00

A few weeks back travelling through the South of Spain i came across Granada. Not really coming across 'cause i did knew i'd be there .. so a week before i made my stay in Granda as blissfull as possible. Went on the internet and googled : Best place for Pedro to sleep in. The result after a few hours searching was this hotel by the name of Gar'Anat : Hotel de Peregrinos. When walking around the city , feeling the 42 degrees heat .. nothing like returning to the peacefull winter cold hotel. Maybe it ain't cheap but we only get to live once ... so like in Bangkok i realized there wouldn't be a first time in that city again and spleashed the little money i had in a great experience. From the Hamman to the Allambra, all the way through the Ice creams and the Tapas ending in the "Tinto de Verano" .. Viva Granada!

Link Hotel : GAR'ANAT

.:: TED ás terças

2009-09-29T16:15:00.007+02:00

These TED talks are something worth listening and thinking about. Whether it's some inspiring story, the crude reality or an inventor showing off his latest "trick" ..TED will make you a better person :) The first of the talks i leave on my blog goes for Misha Glenny. I first heard of this man when i deeply studied the Balcan conflict of the 90's on 2008 ..hehe. He was a correspondent there for the whole conflict .. before, during and after. Listen. LINK

.:: Jeronimos Lisbon Queue

2009-09-26T20:33:00.002+02:00

.:: Senatvs Popvlvs Qve Romanvs

2009-09-25T09:43:00.010+02:00

Roma 01
Já tinha chegado com o meu Clio até Florença. Pensei que seria o meu limite em Km's de distancia percorrida a cavalo da minha maquina Françesa. Quando começei a traçar a rota do meu Interrail "Before-30-or-Else", Roma foi uma escolha óbvia para primeira parada. Lisboa-Hendaye-Nice-Roma. A última parte da viagem, desde Nice até Roma quase perdia o comboio que chegou muito muito atrasado. No night Train (nome real) para Roma, conheci um Californiano (John) que viajava por Europa sozinho. Os seus amigos tinham vindo para o continente uns meses antes e ele nao tinha viajado com eles porque estava em estágio. Quando terminou, veio para aqui. Sozinho a passar pelos mesmo sítios. Os americanos ás vezes sao esquisitos. Cheguei a Roma ás 7 da manha. Lembro-me de os 3 (Eu, o Okapi e o John) sairmos de Termini pela porta grande, respirar-mos fundo e dizer/pensar : "Uma nova cidade, Uma nova capital ... bora lá!". Pequenos Almoços a preço de Ouro. Cocktails de garrafa nos Spanish Steps e o encantamento de vêr uma cidade como creio que nao há em lado nenhum. Mais história e monumentos por metro quadrado que qualquer sítio no mundo. Roma SPQR.

Roma 02
Coming out of a challenging 3 week trip to India, i felt compeled to treat myself to a western world SPA on the form of a 3 day stay in Rome. No Xamuças. No cows, camels, monkeys or dozens of kids running around and into you. No more feeling like a film star. Just an anonymous soul wondering around. No questions asked. I spent an entire day on St. Peters square. Taking photos. Stopped for a Panino aroung noon. Photos and more photos. Of religious people. Of kids running over MiguelAngelo's floor, diving on Bernini fountains ... screaming beneath Pope John Paul II room. He never came out the window complaining. Nice guy. Saved a bunch of Czech girls from Italian policeman .. who were more than helpfull. I stepped in and said i was their boyfriend. They were 9 .. but the policemen understood what i meant and left. We all walked around chatting and eventually parted ... they left me a Czech coin. Went on to visit a Warhol exhibition and that finish my western world welcoming home party.

Rome 03

Res millor que tornar a Roma per un cap de setmana. Sugestions :

Dormir : Orange Hotel
Menjar : Da Baffetto

.:: when i was (2) young

2009-09-21T21:51:00.005+02:00

Torres Novas. Escola Secundária Maria Lamas. Um verao qualquer ao redor dos 13 anos, joguei neste campo cada um dos dias em que nao estive em Sao Martinho do Porto. Contra gente mais velha que eu. Contra gente que jogava mais que eu. Muito mais que eu. 1 ano mais tarde eu e o Recruta pequenino, ganhamos um jogo de 2x2 contra o Lobo e o Recruta grande. Nesse mesmo ano ganhamos um jogo de 2x2 contra o Prof. Mané e o Prof. Monteiro. Durante uma mao cheia de anos aqui terminavam as minhas tardes de Basket. Um dia o Carlos respondeu á minha mae que eu sempre estava aqui. Sempre. Aqui eu e a Sandra ganhavamos a tudo e a todos. No final dos jogos, cansados e deitados no cimento quente, faziamos festas improvisadas com copos de papel a transbordar de água.

Quem se lembra desta Escola? Quem se lembra deste campo de basket?

.:: Diving the day away. Will you join me?

2009-09-21T09:44:00.002+02:00

.:: Беларусь

2009-09-17T12:39:00.008+02:00

Гэта першы і, верагодна, у апошні раз я нічога пісаць пра Bielorrussia. Я толькі што даведаўся, што яна складаецца з 3 рэгіёнаў. Возера, лясы і балоты. Яна прыгожая міс ў 2008 званыя Вольга Hižinkova.

Сёння іх Футбол чэмпіёнаў будзе гуляць супраць маёй каманды Бэнфіка. Магчыма, вынік гульні будзе перамога на маёй баку .. Верагодна, няма. Я проста настроіцца на радыё, калі я мыла лесвіцы супольнасць і, спадзяюся, я буду спяваць песні Бэнфіка ўсе ночы напролет.

I just found a world of amazing and beautifull things about Minsk and the country in general. Their traditions, best cakes and wild animals. Strangely i also feel compeled to share a wonderful Poem by famous Ukrainian/Bielorruss poet Taras Shevchenko:

The Mighty Dnieper

The mighty Dnieper roars and bellows,
The wind in anger howls and raves,
Down to the ground it bends the willows,
And mountain-high lifts up the waves.

The pale-faced moon picked out this moment
To peek out from behind a cloud,
Like a canoe upon the ocean
It first tips up, and then dips down.

The cocks don't crow to wake the morning,
There's not as yet a sound of man,
The owls in glades call out their warnings,
And ash trees creak and creak again.

** For Translation from Bielorrus to Brazilian Portuguese, Catalan or American English

Benedict & SLB

2009-09-15T09:44:00.014+02:00

Next weekend i'll be heading on to Rome. No money in my pocket but a world of illusion. Hope that's enough somehow. I'll be sleeping near St. Peter's Square.This time i hope i can see the Pope and eventually ask his opinion on Benfica's current form. I'm sure the Catholic church has been following closely the production of the men in red. Specially because Benfica's coach goes by the uncommon name of Jesus. Not Belzebu, Batman, Garfield or Apple Pie ... Just Jesus. He does look kind of weird and crazy but i guess the original Jesus didn't qualify for the "Most Handsome Hebrew this side of the Eufrates". Hey .. this is me just guessing, i really don't care as long as my team keeps winning. So when the Pope comes out his windows, waving, among cheers and long live the Pope chants, i'll throw in my litle stone of wisdom in form of a whistle or song. "Allways look at the bright side of life" by the Monty Pithons was a serious contender but i'll settle with "Ser Benfiquista" our Benfica hymn. I'll try to train a pidgeon or two to emulate our team's Royal Eagle flight before each game ... hope that goes well.
Best Wishes,
Pedro

My Hotel : Orange Hotel, Fluffy Beds
My Team : Benfica, the Mighty Ones
My Pope : Benedict, the Joyful
My Pizzeria : MangiaNapoli, with or without Cheese
My Pidgeon : Not an Eagle but close

.:: Wii Lesson 101

2009-09-04T12:00:00.006+02:00

Este é o melhor jogo que existe para a Nintendo Wii. Digo isto com toda a autoridade que 3 dias de jogo ininterrupto me dao para dar opinioes ao calhas. Tenho 21 jogos, obtidos de uma forma mais ou menos lícita de amigos comunitários e de todos estes jogos, Rayman Raving Rabbids é o melhor. Se tens a tábua melhor ... tens 1001 e uma coisas mais dentro do jogo para desfrutar. Yupeeeeee.

Infelizmente e porque tudo o que é materialmente bom sempre acaba (hehe) esta tarde deixarei de ter consola outra vez. Retorno a Wii ao seu dono, pensando que num futuro mais ou menos próximo também eu terei uma coisita branca com um pontinho azul junto á televisao em frente ao sofá. Uma só para mim. Se nao sabes o que oferecer ao Pedro no Natal de este ano...

Download Rayman Raving Rabbids : LINK

.:: Way to Sleep

2009-09-03T10:02:00.018+02:00

Bangkok (Thailand) : Ibrik Resort by The River
Dificult to find but what a wonderful choice for an amazing stay in Bangkok. Would return in a blik of an eye. Waking up to the river sounds. Staring at night to the other shore where the golden temples are. The small market by the Hoetl selling a million strange things. The people working in the hotel had an english vocabulary of 4 words. No more. And it was more than enough for a great breakfasts and massage.

Koh Samui (Thailand) : Red House Boutique Hotel
Keeping on with the desire of staying as close to the water as possible, this was a clear choice in Koh Samui. I'ts in the middle of the fisherman's village near Bophut Beach. Nothing like waking up in the morning, walk down to the beach and dive. Yupeeeee

Penang Island (Malaysia) : Cheong Fatt Tze Mansion
Protected by Unesco , won a prize a few years ago as the most excellent recuperation of an historic monument. It's a Museum and a Hotel. Several films have taken place on this amazing location. The breakfast i had in here was the best i had in many years. If you can't stay here , at least visit the house. Not To Miss!

Pulau Perhentian (Malaysia) : Perhentian Tunabay Island Resort
This was the view from my beach hut. Nothing like staying close to the water. Dive and hot water. Clown Fish just in front of my hut. Had a wreck dive that made me feel like Jean Jacques Costeau. A little bit. This was a slice of heaven for me. Heaven.

.:: Thai Home

2009-08-28T13:34:00.006+02:00

For the last few days/weeks in light of recent news regarding my labour workload i seriously began evaluating the possibility of fly over to some other country where i could get much better value for money than i do in Spain. I think of this plans in the making as What-IF contigency plan. A just in case scenario.

The Scenario : Ups .. the migration plans of my company do not include all the sub contractors currently employed in diferent projects.

Problem : I'm gently offloaded of my work receiving a very small indemnization fee and also start receiving money from the welfare system the magnificent Kingdom of Spain has prepared for me.

Solution : Realizing that the money i have will not be enough to survive without work for some time, and taking into account that there aren't a lot of open vacancies right now on the work market i think that it may be better to take this little ammount of money i have to some country where i can live with no problems (money wise). I choose Thailand. Good value for money. This last week i've talked with a guy renting a house in Phuket for the pretty ammount of 200€ a month. Yes , it's true.

What do you get in Thailand for 600€ a month (300€ each person) ?
- You can pay the house on the photos
- You get Cable TV and Wifi
- You have perfect weather and beautiful beach
- You may eat everyday on a restaurant if you like
- You may go for an ocasional weekend out to some island
- You may go for a diving or a massage when you want

Should i stay or should i go?

.:: my Legs in India

2009-07-28T12:20:00.006+02:00

From my unfinished collection : my legs. It ranges from a wide selection of 5 photos taken on a 2006 September trip of a group of friends to India. A journey of discovery, chicken burgers, cows and a long everlasting friendship rekindled from my early internet days in my hometown library backroom. My loyal CanonA20 and me clicked on several ocasions (totaling 5) to end up with such a valuable photo-"reportage" document. People often say that hairy legs are a small glimpse into one's soul. Well, i present the world with a whole lotta soul today. And water. In the background sometimes. Most, of the times. From left to right i now present each and everyone of these "soul snatching" moments:

1. Legs on mini desert
2. Legs on swimming pool, 'cause sometimes it's just too damn hot to do anything else
3. Legs on Ganges (they're still attached to the upper part of my torso)
4. Legs on some palace we called home for just 20€ a day
5. Legs on mini desert camp

краката ми. Moje Noge. Nohy. Mine Ben. Minhas Pernas. Hоги. Meine Beine

a favor. Contra.

2009-07-22T12:31:00.007+02:00

Perque sempre viatges llun Pedro?

Per nadar en piscines naturals de aigua calenta de emperadores ja morts en una ciutat Romana. per a saltar d'illa en illa a las Aguas Helenicas i encantar-me amb cadascun dels dias, cadascuna de las nits. Per escoltar mil sons, mil persones, mil ciutats. Menjar, dormir i ballar en castells o Palaus... àrabs, cristians, budistes i Induís. Per les sorpreses que m'arravassen la respiració sempre que no m'ho espero. Sempre que m'ho espero. T'espero.

Perque sempre viatges a prop Pedro?
Per la sensació de casa que tens. Per la sensació de pertànyer a un lloc, a una persona, a una llar. Per a trepitjar molt de poc a poc cadascuna de les pedres d'aquest carrer al que has donat el seu nom. Per a adormir al so de les onadas que cada nit al veure't arribar al coixí t'embalen en somnis suaus. Pels nois i noies, pobles i ciutats que t'han fet el que ets, un Príncep blau. encantat.

.:: Summertime 0

2009-06-22T09:52:00.002+02:00

O que é que vem á cabeça com esta foto em Sao Martinho do Porto?

Visca!!!

.:: foot Print

2009-06-17T12:48:00.004+02:00

Os cascos de um Okapi ás vezes estao fartos. Ás vezes , durante meses já gastos, os cascos de um Okapi nao o sao mais. Ressentem-se de pessoas, cidades, animais. Chega a pensar em dias marcados, que tudo ... é sempre demais. Adormeço á noite, mudo.

e

Sonho caminhos. Sonho sol. Sonho areia branca e fina. Sonho sonhos pequeninos com sabor a Mar. Sonho sonhos grandes enormes que traquinas se evaporam com o toque meigo de um olhar. Quero tanto, tanto Ar.

entao;

desperto e ... chega o cansaço . O Sol pastel que sempre me encontra num doce e suave abraço . Labios quentes fugidios, sabor a morangos, bolo e bagaço. De cascos de Okapi tao perdidos que estavam ... nem um só traço.

Que caço hoje com este laço velho que faço?

.:: dancing the night away

2009-06-11T13:14:00.002+02:00

Aquest es el castell del meu poblet a Portugal. Es diu Torres Noves aquest poble petit. Jo he sigut petit una vegada i a las nits de divendres jo i uns 4 o 5 amics pujavem al castell per la nit. Parlavem de coses, de noies pot ser, dels partits de basket del dissabte seguent. De com mai el Benfica ho feia be. Teniam sempre una ampolla petita de Ginginha .. que dolcet. Al final de les nits sempre molt llargas als 5 semprem tancavem la nit fent una danca rara i cantant com uns bojos musicas genericas de Sinatra .. o pot ser invencions delirants de teenagers amb massa Ginginha a la sang.

Jesus age and counting.

2009-06-08T20:12:00.000+02:00

Time has come when .
I remenber yesterday's feelings. 15 years ago perhaps? Let me just hate one thing , and may this hedious thing be desencounters. Please world, let me hate it heartfully. No drop of compassion . How hard have i worked to earn this? Years. Months. Little moments that managed to grow in me the ever green seed of hate towards a situation i learned afterwards could be oh so easilly controled. I declare war on desencounters. Fear may flow in your small smelly veins oh desencounter lord dude!

I was young . One's golds shift from time to time, and this last week i came to acept and even in a moment of weekness embrace my long life sworn enemy. I hate no more. It all arrives one day. One night out? No doves, lights or inner voices. Just a cold shiver that makes you say think a sentence or just lift your eyebrow. hmmmm . Happyness being my ultimate gold and path shall find his way with or without desencounters. We share the same taxi one day and fall inlove? good. We never meet cause i got the metro? Good again. Whether it's a "God", destiny or the guy driving that yellow cab, life just keeps on throwing all this choices your way. Eyes Wide Open. Hands in a continuos shell shape. Get it all. Get nothing. Just don't say no to life. No time and utterly useless. You'll be caught ... for sure.

I shall not be attending Joao Gilberto concert in Barcelona.
Why? Why not? I shall get my Gilbero filled ipod and run away the Ramblas all afternoon long. I may even throw in a Durum or two. A milk chocolate once the sun shines no more on my brown and green lazy eyes. Life just didn't throw this one my way. I'm listening to Joao just now .. and this is something i wouldn't change for a thing. Some people have Paris, others unfortunatly have Venice .. i managed to get my moment out of a cheap lousy pirated mp3 music player. How cool is that? Totally not cool, but practic. With time you start valuing Practic a lot more than you did 15 years ago when you were x.

Joao, i shall not.
Hate, i shall not.
Fate, i shall not.

Live life.

.:: eu sou um Jovem Heroi Shaolin

2009-06-05T13:24:00.002+02:00

.: eu tenho un quadro

2009-05-29T15:42:00.002+02:00

Porque todos temos direito a algo, reivindico o meu direito a um quadro. E se realmente tem que sêr apenas um, que seja este. Pequenininho eu, abri um livro que falavas das venturas,desventuras e aventuras do pequeno Vicente. O petiz fez e aconteceu. Toda a vida de Van Gogh era um bocadinho minha também, com um pedido de desculpas á sua familia que também o quererá concerteza. O seu irmao Theo. Este quadro representa para mim a liberdade de sair. Sair de onde se está e sêr livre por um bocado. Um bocado só meu. Vejo-me num campo. Fogueira a meio gàs, Fogo silencioso .. um frio fresquinho que te mantém alerta .. e um céu que pensas nao se tornara a repetir. Enquando eu imaginava tudo isto, Vicente pegou numa tela e pintou. Pintou por e sem querer. Pintou batatas em minas. Flores em campos queimados pelo Sol . A Noite em que eu sorrateiramente saí de casa para dormir a céu aberto. Esta noite é tua também.

.:: for once in my life

2009-05-28T10:16:00.007+02:00

Dado que hoje toda a gente fala do Barcelona, aqui está a opiniao de Miguel Esteves Cardoso sobre o que é sêr do Benfica.

"É por não gostar de futebol que sou do Benfica. Tal como compreendo como é que há portugueses que conseguem ser de outros clubes.
O Sporting, o Porto podem jogar bem, e o Belenenses e a Académica podem calhar bem em sociedade, mas só o Benfica, como o próprio nome indica, é o próprio Bem. Que fica. Só o Benfica pode jogar mal sem que daí lhe advenha algum mal. Basta olhar para os jogadores para ver que sabem que são os maiores, que não precisam de esforçar-se muito, porque são intrínseca e moralmente a maior equipa do mundo inteiro. Ninguém sabe. Mas sente-se. Quando perdem, não se indignam, não desesperam. Eusébio só chorou quando jogou por Portugal. Quem joga no Benfica tem o privilégio e o condão de estar sempre a sorrir. Não conseguem resistir. O Benfica, a bom ver, nem sequer é uma equipa de futebol. É um nome. É como dizem os brasileiros, uma "griffe". Têm uma cor. Antes de entrar em campo, já têm um mito em jogo, já estão a ganhar por 3-0, graças só à reputação. Quando o Benfica perde, parece sempre que quis perder. Essa é a força inigualável do Sport Lisboa e Benfica - faz sempre o que lhe apetece. O problema é que lhe apetece frequentemente, perder. Qual é o segredo do Benfica? São os benfiquistas. São do Benfica como são filhos de quem são. Ninguém "escolhe" o Benfica, como ninguém escolhe a Mãe ou o Pai. Em geral, aliás, os benfiquistas odeiam o Benfica e lamentam-no no estádio e em casa, mas pertencem-lhe. Quanto mais pertencemos a uma entidade superior, seja a Família, a Pátria, Deus - ou o Benfica, mais direito, temos de criticá-la e blasfesmá-la. Não há alternativa. Em contrapartida, os sportinguistas e portistas parecem genuinamente convencidos que apoiam as equipas deles porque são as mais dignas ou as melhores. Desgraçados! Se fossem coerentes, seriam todos adeptos do Barcelona, AC Milan, etc, etc.
No Benfica, não se exige qualquer lealdade. Só se pede, em relação aos adeptos de outros clubes, caridade e comiseração. O Sporting, por exemplo, tem a mania e a pretensão de ser "rival" do Benfica, um pouco como o PSN se julga crítico parlamentar do PSD. Mas, se se tirasse o Benfica ao Sporting, o Sporting deixaria de existir. O Benfica é um grande clube porque tem história e talento suficientes para não dar importância aos resultados. Tem uma tradição de "nonchalance" e de pura indiferença que não tem igual nos grandes clubes europeus. O Benfica não joga - digna-se jogar. Não joga para vencer - vence por jogar.
Odeio futebol. Mas amo o Benfica. As opiniões de quem gosta de futebol são suspeitas.
Claro que os sábios são do Benfica. Mas a força deste grande clube está nos milhões que são benfiquistas apesar do Benfica, apesar do futebol, e apesar deles próprios. Em contrapartida, aposto que a totalidade de pessoas que são do Sporting ou do Porto, por infortúnio pessoal ou deficiência psicológica, são sócios. A força do Benfica, meus amigos, está em quem não paga as quotas, que não vai a jogos, quem não sabe o nome dos avançados - isto é, no resto do mundo.
O Benfica, é o Benfica. E o que tem de ser - e é - tem muita força."

MEC - Miguel Esteves Cardoso

.:: o mundo

2009-05-22T09:56:00.006+02:00

Não sei precisar o momento (ou em realidade momentos) em que este TorrejanoAlbicastrense pensou ou decidiu cruzar o escudo invisivel que o mundo traçou á sua beira. Tejo ao Sul e a cordilheira da Serra de Aire e Candeeiros a Norte. Bem vistas as coisas, esta novela Queirosiana começou um pouco depois de nascer. Um médico de familia com uma voz forte o suficiente para soar autoritária disse para a senhora minha mãe: Praia. Praia e Mar! Muito Ar. A resposta a tão criptográfica mensagem chegou em forma de concha numa qualquer praia do fabuloso litoral português. Anos e anos se passaram em que cada um dos fins de semana que Deus (Jesus e outras multicúspides entidades sobre-naturais) tão zelosamente colocou no nosso caminho, foram passados nesta linha imaginária (imaginária para todos voçês, Bem Real para mim) entre Proença-a-Velha na Beira Baixa e São Martinho do Porto na Extremadura. Cada fim de semana de Deus, cada período de férias de glória ... era passada neste eixo. Não me queixo. Inevitavelmente algo teria que passar. Aconteceu Armação de Pêra. Aconteceu Viseu. Descobri que o Mundo não acabava na fronteira com Espanha (esse grande desconhecido ... exportador de um grupo de jovens em bicicleta, assobiando furiosamente uma canção bonita de Verão Azul) a Este. Ou sequer na pequena ilha em forma de Baleia que quando le apetecia e o senhôr do tempo assim o deixava nos agraciava com uma visita efémera no meu horizonte. Aconteceu Valverde del Fresno. Onde cada Páscoa em romaria nos juntávamos para ir comprar caramelos espanhóis. Os outros, os do outro lado da fronteira vinham em romaria a comprar todas as toalhas havidas e por haver a sítios tão sinceramente nossos como Monsanto da Beira, Idanha-a-Nova ou Fundão. Na praia em que cada ano religiosamente eu cumpria a ordem que deram à senhora minha mãe "Praia. Praia e Mar! Muito Ar", pessoas de muitos lados, gente de muitos sítios enchia a minha imaginação com palavras raras, paises impossiveis e fotos de Neve. Ne-Ve. Aconteceu Covilhã e os jogos de futebol improváveis (na mesmíssima Torre) e festas Rave condenáveis (no antigo Sanatório) e os flocos de neve que nunca cairam enquanto fui um dos filhos adoptivos da "Cidade Branca". Aconteceu que uma menina me treinou. Basket,vida e viagens. Cruzei-me no seu caminho e descobri India. Uma outra menina que vi do cimo da minha mui nobre bicicleta Azul Babe ensinou a mim Espanha e Itália. Uma outra deitada nas areias da minha concha deu-me todo o Sul de Portugal. Um Okapi deu a mim toda a Costa Maritima de Europa. Eu punha a fome .. o mundo a vontade de comer. Sei agora .. devagarinho, que esta refeição não chegou sequer ao aperitivo. Eu morro de Fome e tu?

.:: Amália in 3 Steps.

2009-05-14T10:29:00.002+02:00

one.
No more than 14 years old. Holding a soft hand i enter my own "Theatre of Dreams". The Master Pupetteer rests her green and almond brown eyes into my own. Takes a deep breath of my own life and asks me to sit down on a pillow playing around. It's her own room. I'm her guest. An old record player comes into the arena. She graceously dances around me, sharing words, telling stories, singing emotions. The purpose of this visit is to listen to some of the musics this muse loves. My teenage logic is plain simple .. i love you , you love this music, i love this music. Trio musical affair. Lying down i listen to the very first music to come out of the "music machine". It was called and still his , Rua do Capelao. Life starts Now!

Two
I'm a rookie playing basketball on a snow based Portuguese University.Today i've had a Hard practise .. 3 hours long. In the end they propose me to go and lock the university, on a protest about something i really don't care about. Some of the players find it funny and go on to gather a few huge Alcatraz-style locks. I get a juice and previewing the snow that eventually never arrived on this city while i stayed there, i roll down the hill to my cottage like house near the train station and an old not so haunted chappel. I feel tired, thinking that maybe i'll have to pass on my weekly thrusday Sex-Lure-Dinner i religiously prepare for the future female Mathematicians of this litle country i like to call Portugal. Statistics. I lay on my bed. Wonderfully alone. Turn on the radio .. and the most amazing of sound comes out. Amalia on some fado house, joined by Alain Oulman on the piano. Heaven. I'm in heaven. And my heart feels so ...

Three
I'm Fangio on a Chevvie driving wild 50Hm/h on a lousy ran down road not too far from Olhos d'Água, a beautifull water garden. Hidden Gem. I'm in charge of taking the product of a New Zeland Kid Lamb Slaughtering to a dye house. In the end all the wool i have behind me will have this ethereal blue color. I try not to imagine a million out-of-this-world freak blue baby lambs running after Frodo on a Kiwi landscape. Well i just did it. Imagined it. It does look good. My toughts are coitus interrrupted by a radio announcement. Amalia died. DIED? I oddly imagine Amalia dyed in a beautifull celestial Blue. I'm also sad. Listen to "Povo Que Lavas No Rio" and disconnect the radio. Just want to keep the chords holding in time. On a hold, inside me.

.:: Story Telling in Spanish

2009-05-11T14:12:00.010+02:00

I don't know how i came across this writer dude that told stories .. but i'm so glad i did it. I'm pretty sure that in the begining there was one book. New York Trilogy. I got stuck inside since the very first day. I have this strange relaionship with Auster's books. They mean something to me only if i can reand them from start to finish in one go. If you stop it's something of a Coitus Interrruptus. Not nice. Not desirable. So if i stop .. i never return. Not in the next hours, days or months. Once again i have to get prepared to be dazzled by this guy and save up some time for an intense reading. In spite of this .. i've managed to finish a few of his books. In fact i haven't finished only 2. The first one is Oracle Night. One of my very favourite books ..altough i never finished it. I read it while a friend of mine was shopping around Lisbon. Girls can and will spend a lot of time shopping ...and i was more than happy to say "My God ... You look absolutely gorgeous!" from time to time. At the end of the day ... i had 30 pages left and a friend with an added10Kgs to her personal closet. Oracle Night. You should read all the books this man wrote. You should ... not to say you must.

In fact , You Must.

.:: latest news

2009-05-08T13:31:00.001+02:00

"Joao Gilberto
¡Atención! Cambio de Fecha: La sesión prevista para el día 1 de junio a las 20:30h se traslada al día 26 de julio a las 20:30h. Las entradas serán válidas para la nueva fecha."

hmmm ... eu nao sou bruxo, mas ás vezes.

.:: There's One Place on Earth

2009-05-04T10:33:00.003+02:00

i first arrive here when i was 80 days old.I hated water. I loved playing football. One day someone draged me into the water. My Norwegian friend, Endrik was horrified as he grabed the football that i left unwillingly in the cold humid shell filled sand. After that i never left water. Unless i was playing football in the afternoon before returning to camping. My very first friends in here were a Norwegian boy and Girl, a finish boy with a father that looked like Santa Claus, a french girl i asked to be my girlfriend while hanging on a lamp (a la Dancing in the Rain), 4 spanish brothers (3 girls, 1 boy) that went everywhere on their bikes and teached me Verano Azul. Before 9 years old i didn't had a friend i could talk portuguese to. Most of the times we comunicated by pictograms on sand. Little Boy pissing to explain i had to go to the Bathrom. Ball and water (play football on the beach?). My work during those years was to be on my bike, wash dishes, play football and see how much of last years kids came back again. Only Endrik repeated himself a few years in a row. I went to the Circus just by the camping. Chen. Cardinali. I saw how circus people got all their elephants togheter, went to the beach and washed them halfway to the dunes from the camping. One time i even went with the Nederlands family that controled all the aquqatic activities in Sao Martinho to take a Dolphin outside the bay. The dolphin was lost. The first time i kissed a girl was in the camping. The first time a girl kissed me was in the camping. The first time i drank Baileys. The first time i went to a discoteque. The first time i asked a girl out. The first time i asked a girl in. The first time i cooked pasta. The first time on the ocean. The first time i bought a condom. The first time i drove a bycicle, a motorbike and a car. The first time i slept out. The very first time i fell in love was in the camping while washing dishes. I washed these dishes like never before on the history of washing dishes. The first time i woke up dressed in girls clothes on top of a dune with loads of chocolate mousse all around and a woman in my harms. There were a lot of last times in here. The last time someone stole me a kiss. The last time i fell love. The last time i was really surprised . So many things start and end in this place. I wouldn't want it any other way. Full and Alive.

Hoje e Anteontem

2009-04-29T13:59:00.004+02:00

Hoje, sem saber porque deu-me para ouvir Tunas na Internet. O caminho que percorri para chegar aqui foi : 25 de Abril, revoluçao, musicas password, Grandola Vila Morena, E depois do Adeus, Paulo de Carvalho, Azeituna. Agora estou a ouvir a Tuna de Medicina do Porto a cantar Mulher. Muito recomendavel. Lembro que sai de Lisboa para ir-me encontrar com amigos da Estudantina em Braga. Chegar lá, telefonar e ser informado que já estavam em Coimbra. Por sorte, Portugal é uma casinha de bonecas pequenininha ... e em Braga estudava uma das minhas Paixoes Platonicas. A Inha. Onde estás ? Em Braga? Eu também. Yupeeee Nada se perde tudo se transforma.

Serenata : Mulher (mp3)

Revolution 1.0 : E Depois do Adeus (Youtube)

.:: Sapatilhas

2009-04-27T12:53:00.005+02:00

Tenho umas sapatilhas novas para jogar o Basketebol. As sapatilhas sao vermelhas e pretas e brancas. Eu jogo basquetebol ás segundas, quartas e sextas. Desde que tenho 13 anos eu jogo o basquetebol. Primeiro na minha escola , a escola Secundária Maria Lamas, depois no Clube Desportivo de Torres Novas, na selecçao distrital de Santarém, na Universidade da Beira Interior, na praia de Carcavelos á meia noite, na cidade universitaria junto a muitos meninos da Damaia, no Clube desportivo da Mata de Benfica e agora no Ginásio UBAE no Carrer Perill. As primeiras sapatilhas que tive foram também as que eu gostei mais. Durante 3 anos seguidos comprei o mesmo modelo (umas Air Jordan muito bonitas). O senhor da loja de sapatilhas era meu amigo e chamava-me Paletas porque a primeira vez que fui comprar sapatilhas com o cartao jovem tinha um boné. Todos os anos o senhor da loja telefonava para os senhores da Nike no estrangeiro e pedia o modelo X numero 44, e meio, para o Paletas. Todos os anos eu ia em Setembro antes de começar a escola á Caixa Geral de Depósitos fazer o meu cartao jovem e ao sair, passava pela loja das sapatilhas porque tinha 25% de desconto e era jovem. O treinador numero 3 que tive, tornou-se no meu melhor amigo. E porque era uma menina, posso dizer que se tornou na minha melhor amiga. Durante anos o autocarro do clube desportivo de Torres Novas era mixto. Rapazes e Raparigas. 15 anos. Juntos . No autocarro. Durante horas largas. Xiu! Uma vez tinhamos também uma carrinha que lhe custava a arrancar. Quando arrancava começava a andar muito devagarinho e nós tinhamos que saltar para dentro em andamento. Uma vez em Santarém um jogo terminou tao tarde, que eu fiquei a dormir em casa de um adversario. E a mae dele fez Molotof. Uma vez ganhamos um torneio de 3x3 a nível nacional .. e fui entrevistado para a TV. E depois descobrimos que o jogo nao tinha realmente terminado e perdemos. E fui entrevistado outra vez , e disse : pensava que tinha acabado. O basket nao acabará nunca. Este ano estas sao as minhas sapatilhas novas. Sonhos renovados por 365 dias. Até já.

.:: Wake Up

2009-04-27T09:44:00.005+02:00

06.50
i have half a pillow inside my mouth. Under the smooth pearl sheets i feel several pairs of legs. Some are mine. Roll over. I have mint flavoured hair in my mouth. that feels good. Fall asleep.

10:15
I'm breathing hair. I feel like a modern day AquaMan ... evolved , revolved. One smooth kiss on her neck. Oh, So warm it is. Awakened at the touch of my lips with her skin. Good. Morning?

11:41
Drag myself out of the love nest to uncover a glorious sun drenched day outside. My hand dances around a red and gold jukebox i like to call BabyGirl. I choose Massage Jazz. Glide back to bed. So warm inside. Our eyes get lost in the horizon. Menage a trois between the park's green, grey and the white & blue of the sky.

13:02
I'm still holding her in my harms, hair in my cheek. The world won't get me out of here. Her eyes rollover, her body contorts like a cat waiting to be caressed. Her perfume drawns me again .. and again. I feel dizzy. Madly in love. She wispers "we go .. out ? sun and green ?"

yes . please . i feel cheap, sold and alive .

.:: Há 3 Anos Atrás

2009-04-24T15:11:00.004+02:00

3 Years Ago before coming to live in Barcelona this was the last thing i wrote in Portugal :

No princípio estava ela . Agora que parto em direcção ao horizonte ela surge também. por ela fiz e aconteci . Joguei basket até o corpo doer . deitei em mil sítios com ela ao meu lado . tudo vivi com ela , tudo vivi nela . estradas e mais estradas . comboio . noites acesas de discussões mascaradas . paixão . cumplicidade derretida em nós . a ela escrevi cartas infinitas que forraram durante anos os assentos do seu carro azul bebé . a ela dediquei sons e letras . a ela cantei em público apavorado uma canção bonita ... que começa assim : "Vai minha tristeza e diz a ela ... que ... sem ela não pode sêr!" . Por ela marquei o ponto 100 de um jogo histórico . por ela chorei , ri e amei . abraçei-me a ela quando percebi quem era , quando percebi o que era . por ela ofereceria a minha vida . ela foi Miguel Ângelo eu fui David . no fim ambos nos esculpimos . ao seu lado nunca fui capaz de adormecer . o que sou , sou-o nela também . ela sabe quem é para mim . amo-te .

.:: Been 2 Jodhpur Once

2009-04-24T12:52:00.006+02:00

Fa uns anys viatjant per la India vaig arrivar a una poble de nom Jodhpur. Molt d'hora he arribat..i després de unas horas a la estacio de trens vaig pujar a la montanya on es trobaba al monumento local. Aquestas son algunas de les fotos daquest dia. Ens tratavan com a estrella de rock. He fet més de 100 fotos amb gent d'alla. Puc fer foto amb tu? Puc fer foto de tu? Pots fer foto de jo? I amb els nens? I la meva dona? La meva germana, tiet, amic, gos?

.:: if anyone

2009-04-23T16:37:00.005+02:00

JOAO GILBERTO @
Gran Teatre del Liceu
Barcelona

If anyone is going to the concert ..the ones in Spain or anywhere else in the world i recomend listening to a few songs so you can sing along while at the event. In case you want to , you may go to the next link and get a few MP3's onto your computer.

Link for Joao Gilberto CD's

i will be blessed

2009-04-23T12:50:00.005+02:00

These last few days ... i have been digging deep into Lisa Ekdahls music. Jazz , Pop and Bossa Nova. Her voice is gentle and warm. Me likes it a whole lot. Don't know how .. but i managed to get a handfull of her music MP3's down to my player ... and it's been on since. Looping. Loop after Loop if that's possible by the word's own definition. A hundred times .. a million times. Maybe only 65 times. But the lyrics along with her silky voice start to sink deep into my never-again-to-be-forgotten kinda'music space of brain. That's how i consider one of the songs she delivers, called :

I Will Be Blessed : Youtube (live) , Youtube

I truly think you should clik one of those links and listen to it. Afterwards go to Itunes, Fnac or Torrentz and clik/buy/download the cd. That's my advice. I must say that this song has some kind of unpretentious Bossa Nova rythm that i like a lot ... specially after knowing that the Joao Gilberto concert is about to become very real for me. So i'm getting in the mood for some nice moments all through these 39 days i have to endure until his/mine concert. Too many times in Portugal i arrived home to a nice fresh Lemon Ice Drink in a hot summer night, open all windows of the house and listen to Joao lied on my cold tile floor. Oh .. how sweet can life be sometimes. The simplicity of that moment brings such chocolate sweet flovour to my water thristy mouth right now. That's how music alone is supposed to be tasted no sound but the sound of that quiet quiet voise and crystal clear guitar chords coming my way.

Olha que coisa mais linda , mais cheia de graça ...

.:: deus nao existe

2009-04-21T14:11:00.005+02:00

Eu juro que deus nao existe ... e se existe quero dar-lhe uma tareia num jogo de 1 para 1 em Basket. É dificil de acreditar .. mas o que passa neste momento é o seguinte : o Cantor por quem eu há muitos anos atrás comprei bilhetes na primerissima fila do Coliseu por um preço inumano e que depois de 2 adiamentos durante um periodo de 3 anos nao voou até Portugal ... decide vir a Espanha num dos poucos fins de semana em que nao estou em Barcelona. Tenho desde há 2 anos um bilhete para um espectaculo de um artista françes no Stade de France e vou para Paris todo este primeiro fim de semana de Junho. Para os menos entendidos, deixo uma analogia futebolistica:

O Benfica contra todos os progrósticos consegue chegar á final da Champions destroçando todas as equipas com que se cruza na sua caminhada triunfal até á final que esse ano se realiza no Estádio da Luz (que sorte, nao?) contra o Barcelona. (contra o qual é considerado grande favorito) Eu, também com uma sorte inusual, ganhei duas entradas VIP para o encontro, direito a participar num Sketch dos Gato Fedorento ao intervalo e a dar o pontapé de saida da Final da Champions ao lado de Rui Costa e Maradona. É bom nao é?

Infelizmente ... nao posso ir. Ja tinha dito que ia assistir ao Alcains-Meia Via, electrizante encontro da 3 Divisao Comarcal da Brogueira na refrescante modalidade de Matraquilho Clássico (Juvenis Femeninos). Esta é a minha situaçao neste momento. Sim .. é verdade que existem nuances ... mas no final, é isto.

Que faço?

.:: lágrima

2009-04-20T14:11:00.004+02:00

"Jag ska lyfta hennes krona
Den av törne som hon bär
Jag befriar hennes huvud
Från det som tynger det som tär
Jag ska ge henne en gloria
Som lyser upp vart än hon går
Sen ska jag lyfta hennes händer och säga
Där ser du själv hur högt du når
Där ser du själv hur högt du når"

Esta é uma menina Sueca que se chama Lisa Ekdahl. Tem uma voz suave que dá forças. E aqui deixo escrito uma pequenina parte de uma das suas cançoes. Desta menina, uma das músicas que sempre tenho bem pertinho no meu mp3 é uma versao da famosa "Cry me a River".
Hoje como penso numa menina Ursinha, quero-te deixar esta cançao e dizer-te que estou pertinho na tua dor.

Lisa Ekdahl : CRY ME A RIVER

.:: idag kommer jag att ...

2009-04-17T14:39:00.003+02:00

Idag är dagen jag kommer att gå till stranden och försöker spela beach volley. Jag antar att jag inte kommer att kunna hoppa mycket .. men jag skall försöka. Om någon vill komma, är du redan inbjudna!

Beach volley!

8th April - Nina Badric Day

2009-04-08T17:00:00.007+02:00

Today's officially been declared the Nina Badrić day. Nina was/is a Platonic love of mine from my old days in Croatia last year. as well as a Music Icon on her native Croatia. We met several times on the road that 2008 Summer... often went to buy some groceries, fruit, towells (portuguese reference) and suddenly found Nina staring down at me from several of her Summer Tour posters. We had our ups and downs but eventually we got to a standstill that i'm saddened to say today... stands still. Her powerfull words and inspiring lyrics have made me realize how precious it is to oneself the challenge of learning basic day-to-day Croatian, so that eventually in the end, you may understand what Nina is wispering your way. I haven't arrived there .. yet. I'm on my way, but it may be a long way ... that's why i have collected a myriad of other Platonic loves that wisper me Brazilian, Crioulo or even Portuguese words.
I'm Now sharing Nina with the world (not in that way) and you may search and ilegally download a few songs to your overpriced Apple Mp3 players and enjoy. Today, looping on my headphones is this love song from Nina Badrić :

"Vjecita Ljubav

Isto nam je nebo
Sto nocas s nama place
Isto nam je suza iz oka kanula
Ja znam da nisi sretan
I mene tuga slama
Jer ljubav kao nasa je ljubav vjecita"

.:: Stockholm Spirit

2009-04-07T09:12:00.003+02:00

This is the Stockholm sindrome for me. Drinking tea on some cold cold morning aboard my hostel, casino, boat on the Sodermalm docks. Inside everything was quiet and peacefull. Outside, the stone cold snow didn't let you think. Just on how to arrive to the next warm stop. A museum? A shop selling Elves clothes? A park full of surprises? Mushrooms looking over the ice hockey street improvised kid challenge at noon. Enjoy Stockholm.

.:: chino

2009-04-03T17:35:00.003+02:00

.:: hehe

2009-03-29T20:03:00.001+02:00

No April rain
No flowers bloom
No wedding Saturday within the month of June
But what it is, is something true
Made up of these three words that I must say to you

I just called to say .

.:: um dia

2009-03-24T20:34:00.004+01:00

Era uma vez eu. Eu e um Okapi.
Um dia decidiu-se ir a vêr (mais) um concerto da Cesária Évora ao Coliseu de Lisboa. Música que embala e dá vontade de dançar mesmo a mim que nao me movo por quase nada deste mundo. Vários dias antes, para repetir cenas já gastas, verifiquei uma e outra vez o dia e ahora deste concerto. Tudo já me havia passado, ir a um concerto por engano, confundir Segunda con Terça ou sair de um jogo de basket a meio para um concerto (que os músicos decidiram adiantar?). Assim, certinho do que ia passar fui eu no meu cavalo branco á procura de Parking nao demasiado longe do Coliseu. Entrei e sentei. Creio que do lado direito do palco. Uma voz em Off diz que o meu telemovel deixe de estar On. Diz também que um artista convidado preencherá a primeira parte do espectáculo (enquanto a Cisse vai aquecendo a voz). O nome desta artista : Lura. Lura. Na Hora e meia que se seguiu um mundo novo de sons nasceu para mim. Enriqueci. Eu e muitos mais nao queriam que esta primeira parte de concerto terminasse nunca. Enriquecidos que estavam também. Passou voando essa noite. No final, na rua fresca, Lura convidava a Cisse para uma discoteca : "Vem com a gente!" ... Estou cansada respondeu Cesária. Lura nao estava cansada. eu sim.

Wave

2009-03-20T22:07:00.003+01:00

João Gilberto

Composição: Tom Jobim

Vou te contar
Os olhos já não podem ver
Coisas que só o coração
Pode entender
Fundamental é mesmo o amor
É impossível ser feliz sozinho...

O resto é mar
É tudo que eu não sei contar
São coisas lindas
Que eu tenho prá te dar
Fundamental é mesmo o amor
É impossível ser feliz sozinho...

.:: anyone going my way¿

2009-03-20T12:26:00.003+01:00

In case anyone's going this way on Spring/Summer 2009 , and i know some of you will ... here's a guide that may help you trace your route in Mexico land. Inform me .. cause we'll be able to meet somewhere, somehow.

Lonely Planet Mexico Guidebook : link

* Specially addressed to people from El Prat de Llobregat, Seattle and Rio de Mouro.

.:: Wedding

2009-03-20T09:29:00.007+01:00

Someone is getting married and it ain't me. So he may kiss his good ol'days goodbye. All the girls falling at your feet may have to get up again. Start Over. Gone are the days when people spontaneously rented plotters and after weeks googling you , came up with some photos and printed them on T-shirts, Mugs and Posters all over the world (The exact same places where Lusco-Fusco is big) . Congratulations Boy!

* Photo taken in Lapland (Santa Claus Home in Winter)

.:: EDS an HP

2009-03-19T17:49:00.004+01:00

.:: Once Upon a Time

2009-03-19T15:05:00.004+01:00

Esta foto é uma raridade encontrada pelo miudo da Esquerda. Os primordios da EDS. Com direito a gravata e tudo. Podem salvar no vosso disco.

Mais novo . Mais Magro . Mais Moreno .

.:: jardinets de Gràcia (17:03)

2009-03-17T17:25:00.002+01:00

.:: art Bit

2009-03-11T17:00:00.003+01:00

.:: home @ Carcassonne

2009-03-10T10:58:00.009+01:00

This is the place i stayed in Carcassonne. The hostess was so so nice (Patricia) . She used to live in Paris and one day decided to go rural. For breakfast she came up with a few sweet Jams, ike Green Tomatoe, that was an absolute delight. I wanted to buy her one jar, but she refused and instead just offered it to me. Nothing but great things to say. The rooms were like covers of Design Magazines and i was just 5 min by car from Carcassonne. Altough the weather wasn't up for swimming or sunbathing, i'm returning in late Spring or Summer to enjoy it fully (waterwise). She proposed the 14th of July, french national day, 'cause they have this huge fireworks on the walls of "la cité".

Aux Anges Gardiens : LINK

.:: eu fui . eu vou (2)

2009-03-10T10:34:00.002+01:00

Best Hostels in the World 2008

2009-03-09T16:13:00.008+01:00

These were the hostels voted by 800,000 users worldwide. You may notice that Lisbon is the clear Winner with the Top 3 and another one in the top 10. It's the world chance to go and visit a great city. Ladies and Gentleman, Lisboa.

1. Traveller’s House, Lisboa, Portugal

2. Rossio Hostel, Lisboa, Portugal
3. Lisbon Lounge, Lisboa, Portugal
4. The Riverhouse Backpackers, Cardiff, Gales
5. Greg-Tom Hostel, Cracovia, Polonia
6. Sitting On The City Walls Courtyard House, Beijing, China
7. Academy Hostel, Florencia, Italia
8. Goodnight Backpackers, Lisboa, Portugal
9. Flamingo Hostel, Cracovia, Poland
10. Mambo Tango Backpackers Hostel, Barcelona, España

.:: travel in time

2009-03-09T12:55:00.003+01:00

Photos by Pedro
September '06
Canon A20

.:: eu fui.

2009-03-09T09:47:00.004+01:00

7 de Março de 2009

This time i didn't just pass by ... running like hell on my way to a beautifull bath on the mediterranean ... hehehe. I stopped and i enjoyed. And it was cold. And i ate a whole lotta' chocolate.

From Carcassone, this is Pedro Carriço for Mapa Riscado. Over and Out.

Rius i Taulet

2009-03-06T17:53:00.004+01:00

"La plaza de Rius i Taulet está en el barrio de Gracia. Es una de las numerosas plazas muy agradables del barrio, sombreada y con varias terrazas de cafés por escoger. El centro administrativo del barrio de Gracia está en la plaza, por ejemplo está el ayuntamiento del distrito. La plaza tiene en su centro una curiosa torre, dicha del reloj, un campanario de ladrillo con un reloj arriba, al que le llaman también el campanario de Gracia. Es una torre que se construyó tan alta que se podía ver la hora desde cualquier punto de la antigua vila, el pueblito de Gracia, antes de que se juntara con Barcelona. El arquitecto Rovira i Trias construyó la torre del reloj. Se le dedicó otra plaza del barrio. Si te fijas bien, hay una placa que recuerda a los Castellers, los chicos que hacen castillos humanos, subiendo los unos sobre los otros. Estos hicieron una torre humana al lado del reloj. Durante las fiestas de Gracia la plaza está ricamente decorada y hay conciertos en vivo casi cada noche."

Primeiro post sobre o bairro onde vivo em Barcelona. Estao todos convidados a vir aqui desfrutar das praças e ruas desta aldeia que em tempos era independente de Barcelona .. e em que, apesar de estar no meio da cidade (no meio!) as pessoas de mais idade ás vezes ainda se queixam que estao mal comunicados com Barcelona ... essa distante metropole que os rodeia por todos os lados!

Mapa : link

.:: train ride

2009-03-06T08:27:00.003+01:00

Every single day i get on a train near home, and, if lucky have this view on my ride to St. Cugat. I'm becoming a Barcelona suburb master. i already master 2 places.

.:: where to?

2009-03-05T13:18:00.009+01:00

I have all the information in the world on travelling. You just tell me wher eyou want to go and i'll deliver the guide for that city, country, region or continent. It's that simple. I have made the first 5 images on this post clickable so that you can get small samples of the chapters available. I hope you enjoy it as much as me. Try me .. ask me for a country. I do not have Lesotho. I think. So forget it. Any other countries i do have. So go ahead!

.:: sou um livro (?)

2009-03-05T09:43:00.004+01:00

You're Pale Fire!
by Vladimir Nabokov

You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.

Take the Book Quiz

.:: existem pessoas

2009-03-04T12:06:00.003+01:00

Existem pessoas que te fazem crescer. Quando eu miudo, existiam várias em mim. Umas conscientes deste acto catalizador, outras nem tanto. Li muito. Lia muito. Li tudo. Já li tudo. Quando pequeno lia como respirava. Um respirar ofegante. Um respirar que nao sabia têr futuro. Um futuro que nao era mais que uma mao cheia de minutos. Li. Lêr. Em determinado momento encontrei este miúdo, estes livros ... este livro. Aqui cresci um bocadinho. Aprendi palavras. Aprendi como escrever de outra maneira. Palavras. Sons e ideias. Espero que todos leiam este livro. Ou outras crónicas deste miúdo Monárquico. Também eu a determinado momento pensei ... talvez nao fosse má ideia têr um Rei. Quero um banana que é descendente de outros bananas que conheço dos últimos 200 anos .. ou quero ser eu a escolher cada 4/5 anos um banana só meu? O Soares que ia de febras numa praia qualquer do Algarve merecia sêr coroado rei, verdade seja dita. Que venha o rei .. e se vai nú que o TomTom o leve pró Meco. Ainda agora me rio das coisas que li neste livro de crónicas portuguesas. Deixo aqui uma frase boa para desfrutar. Frase simples.

"Trocaria a memória de todos os beijos que me deste por um único beijo teu. E trocaria até esse beijo pela suspeita de uma saudade tua, de um único beijo que te dei."

Miguel Esteves Cardoso (entrevista)

Friend Ship

2009-03-04T09:51:00.003+01:00

मैं भारत में दोस्त है . Tinc amics a catalunya . 我有朋友在新加坡 . J'ai un ami à Paris . Ik heb vriend in Amsterdam . i have friend in USA, UK, Australia. Ho un amico a Genova . Jeg har en venn i Kristiansand .Mam znajomego w Wiedniu . Tenho amigos em Portugal, Brazil e Moçambique . لدي صديق في كراتشي . Ik heb een vriend van Vlaams België

Mi restos ĉiam via amiko.

2010

2009-03-03T23:25:00.002+01:00

wanna go to ...

2009-03-03T07:54:00.002+01:00

Posted via Pixelpipe.

.:: por si hace falta.

2009-03-02T15:47:00.006+01:00

This is a nice photo from a guy that invents nice photos. I have his app on my Iphone. His name is Eric Lafforgue and he's been photographing for some time now. This photo belongs to a travel set called Oman, a shadow of small tiny little windows. The portraits he has from all around the world are good. Really good. I like photos.

Go and visit :
Eric Lafforgue

In case you want to visit Oman, just drop me a line by email or trained pidgeon.

.:: almofada fofinha

2009-02-27T09:27:00.007+01:00

Proposta de B&B em Carcassonne : 42 Victor Hugo

.:: naturalito Way

2009-02-26T10:45:00.009+01:00

When i arrived to the Hut on Bastimento's Island Old Point, everything and everyone was a stranger. This feeling soon disappeared over dinner on the first night. The food was really really good and the drinks were even better ... depending on your hungry/thristy situation. After the Texans went to the "Russian Party" ... (rumours running free on the resort talk about a 2L Vodka bottle being smuggled in the middle of the night to their room) the Young Ones stayed for a couple of drinks and talk. Some intermitent music, scattered showers and a great all round night to start with. I wouldn't mind going back there right now. Bob Marley on the radio. Jammin'

* This Photo was taken by DAT.

.:: Cheira Bem, Cheira a ...

2009-02-25T16:38:00.004+01:00

Um craveiro numa água furtada
Cheira bem, cheira a Lisboa
Uma rosa a florir na tapada
Cheira bem, cheira a Lisboa
A fragata que se ergue na proa
A varina que teima em passar
Cheiram bem porque são de Lisboa
Lisboa tem cheiro de flores e de mar

Cheira bem, cheira a Lisboa

.:: Second's a Trust.

2009-02-25T14:05:00.005+01:00

After a night on Bed Super Club's Salsa Night .. which seemed more like a Models Night. (Which they have .. and it must be something being refused to enter a place based on beauty ... hmmm .. nop you're not pretty enough to be a model come back tomorrow, you won't need to be good looking!"

So the day after this glamorous event, this was the place i chose to have dinner. A magnificent 1€ Pad Thai place where i ate food from heaven. I do recommend this place to everyone of you going to Bangkok any given day.

The place is called : Thip Samai

.:: first is a must

2009-02-24T17:14:00.007+01:00

My very first dinner in Bangkok was in here .. upper floor on the right ..lying down and with an old lady wanting to touch my bare feet. I said No. Good stuff most of the times looks amazing on memories ... i want one of those to take home , thank you.

Bangkok : BedSuperClub

.:: what. where. when. how.

2009-02-24T08:57:00.003+01:00

We had a guy go around the world and everybody thinks he was spanish (Magellan). Oldest alliance in the world with England. We took spicy to India and tea to England. Agent 007 comes from all the shaddy dudes Fleming saw in Casino Estoril (Casino Royale). Lisbon was completely destroyed in a 9 degree eartquake, followed by a tsunami and an endless fire in 1 Nov 1755.

What do you know about Portugal?

.:: My room in Bastimentos (Panama)

2009-02-23T16:31:00.001+01:00

.:: Summertime ... and the living

2009-02-23T12:26:00.003+01:00

Where to go next vacations? I allways prefered routes instead of point-to-point travel. This image seems like a nice thing to do. If i had time and/or money there are a few more intense options .. like St. Petersburg to Bali. wow. I have time to do all this travelling and more... i only started to go out of Portugal 5 years ago, and already i've seen stuff around. I'll be enjoying like a midget when i get to be 90 years old (they say things like this here in Spain... don't ask me why).

Suggestions please ... where would you go (21 days) on your vacations with a limited budget ?
(no Round-The-World or Oceania)

.:: My top 3

2009-02-23T09:06:00.002+01:00

This is my Top 3 musics on the Iphone. The ones that, after my 3 months with this device, i listened most. So, for your entertainment:

1. Joao Gilberto - Disse Alguém
Found it a few weeks ago and climbed fast to the top thanks to an infinite loop ever since!

2. Barry Manilow - Can't Smile Without You
Listened to it in December on the movie Hellboy II, coming from Singapore and stayed on my mind.

3. Blackout - Paixao
Music from my youth. Sang by Kika Santos the voice of Blackout a portuguese group from the 90's.

.:: velho

2009-02-20T14:52:00.002+01:00

This was the view i had from Panama City old town into the new district. I couldn't find enough time to go around town a lot but i managed to have a nice morning on this part of town. It reminded me a bit of Portugal, 'cause it's all a bit run down on the old city. They're upgrading/improving/renewing/refurbishing alot of the houses and buildings in this place. They could have a really nice neighborhood in here once it's 3/4 finished. Right now it's curious but not beautifull. Authentic may be the word. I had lunch in a great place called Manolo Caracol.
I ended up meeting a couple of friends i had made in Bastimentos island and ended up walking togheter towards our hotels. Panama, old & new.

.:: Estocolmo

2009-02-19T10:21:00.004+01:00

Estava mirant cosetas per la Internet i he trobat una subasta de vols cap a Dinamarca i Suécia. He enviat un sms a un Okapi on demanava :
"Kobenhavn o Stockholm?" la resposta no va tardar molt i anava aixi : "Stockholm ..és una mica més llun, no?" Fet. Vaig trobar un hostal per quedar que era un Vaixell/Hostal/Casino/Casa de Té. La cabina només per nosaltres. Matalasso al terra i una King Size Bed. Només teniam llum del sol entre las 11 del mati i las 15 de la tarda. Moltes vegades no tenia ni idea se estava dinant o sopando. Tenia molt de fred. Va ser una escapada perfecta. Vaig beure molt te. Vaig parlar amb un enano Finlandes que trovava que el seu pais era el mes bonic del mon. Lisboa - Estocolmo for Dummies.

.:: hello. hello.

2009-02-19T09:02:00.006+01:00

You say goodbye and i say hello. I had this Beatles song hoovering on me for a while now. So now it's out. Thank you. This photo was taken in Bocas del Toro (Colón Island) in Panama. I was waiting for a boat to take me to the next island (Bastimentos) Old Point. It was raining. A whole lot. Not the best of things when you're going for a Caribean Sun and Sand week.. but the Naturalito's and the Caipirinha's (juice/alcool drinks) made wonders to forget all the rain pouring down on me.

I recommend a Jack Johnson song called : Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

.:: caribe. back.

2009-02-17T23:29:00.001+01:00

.:: chico escuro

2009-02-06T12:29:00.006+01:00

Agora adormecerei. Durante 10 dias. Em menos tempo, deuses al longo da istória dos homems, crearam mundos, mares e ventos. Jardins e Edens sempre proibidos. Sempre desejados. Fecho os olhos e jogo tudo de uma vez. (referência clara para quem sabe) 10 dias. Estava à procura de algo que marcasse esta despedida .. e o que encontrei é uma referência para mim. Creio que também para um mundo de gente.

Sempre na temática do escuro. "Se vim ao mundo, foi só para desflorar florestas virgens, e desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!". Esta tofo feita na India, em Varanasi (Benares). Recebi a notícia que os meus companheiros de viagem estavam atrasados um dia. 24 horas nteirinhas. Já nao tinha forças para continuar sozinho. Decidi fazer um auto-Spa reparador. Espreitei fora e vi um céu escuro, um rio imundo e um mundo que nao senti meu. Roubei um livro, escapei-me para a minha cama e li. Li muito. Li para almoçar. Li para a sesta. E no resto do dia, li também. Um livro sobre a história dolorosa da separaçao da India e Paquistao. Dor. Sentir a dor de outros aliviou a minha. Um bocadinho. Despertei no outro dia mais forte. Nao tinha mais medo do escuro.

.:: eu queria

2009-02-06T10:49:00.004+01:00