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after several turns around the sun riding this water dripping blue haze rock i come to a halt. i come to a halt and contemplate . before me i see and sense a sun. burning gently in bursts you can never predict. in awe, acknowledging my heart freshly lit ... i stare.
 
a woman. TALL s i l k y legs , a raw smile that melts half the greek gods i know and a deep answering question on each reply she flashes my way.
 
my eyes grow as big and powerfull has the oldest and most beautiful leaf tree you have ever felt the shadow of . Windy eyes. a long warm and embracing bright shadow that caresses your hands, arms and lips.
 
Once i shiver i remember no more what was before.
i find myself breathing my big bang. a universe expanded.
a feeling named love has just

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So ... swimming through my Twitter stream there was someone sharing a link to some surprising photos from Afghanistan.  There were nice photos of the 60's,  where all seemed much more modern that Portugal for instance at the same time. Modern, relaxed and just plain nice.
 
And i tough what happened here ? here's my very short findings on this subject.
 
I'll start in the very begining of the XX century when Afghnaistan was amidst their War of Independence from the British.  Fight here ... fight there and so on. More or less independent with strong British influence.
 
Around 1919 we have King Amanullah fighting for progressive reforms such as woman's rights, educational rights, and freedom of press. He travelled to Europe and got impressed with the modern movements there so he started a very liberal path to modernization going much further than other countries already on the same path like Turkey (Ataturk) and Iran (Rezah Sha).
 
Among those changes were tax increases and compulsory military service. Also poligamy and children marriage were forbidden and enforced with an ID provided by the government.
Rural backward independent areas were not happy with the central intervention on private affairs.
 Tribal leaders lost all power as everything went through the new central government system (military recruitment, law interpretation, etc.) The Reaction of Afghan Clerical and Tribal Forces to this social change led to Khost Rebellion defeated in 1925.
 
Eventually the king was murdered by a highschool student. Afterwareds came King Zahir Shah  who ruled since 1933 for four decades. First with lots of reforms with mixed results and from 1953 onwards with a close connection to Soviet Union. Afghanistan remained neutral during WWII. Afterwards benefited from USA and USSR cold war and their foreign investment led to building Afghanistan's main highways, airports and other vital infrastructures.
 
In 1978 comes the SAUR Revolution by PDPA party who overthrew the King and abolished the monarchy.  Soviet Union sent thousands of military advisers to support the communist People's Democratic Party of Afghanistan (PDPA) new government. Civil war waged by guerrilla mujahideen (the same tribges that fought Westernization) against government forces countrywide. It was in part a City/Countryside class war.  By mid-1979, the United States had started a covert program to assist the mujahideen.
 
The Soviet war in Afghanistan lasted nine years from December 1979 to February 1989. Part of the Cold War, it was fought between Soviet-led Afghan forces against multi-national insurgent groups called the Mujahideen. USSR was fighting religious extremists and the USA was fighting Comunism.
 
After the war the Islamic State of Afghanistan was created. Taliban were a political force.
Taliban grew and eventually the Taliban's Islamic Emirate of Afghanistan was born.
Förra helg reser jag med min flickvan till Bergen för fosta gång. Vi ville att resa där för mycket år .. se att fjordar och vackert natur. Naturen var så vackert där. Du behöver mycket pengår att äta och dricker(alkohol) i Norge .. men vatten är gratis och bra. Om du vill också reser där ... bara gå ! Du kan äta Showarma och andra delikatesser ... de som är mycket billigare :) Norge är bara vackert.




*Och du kan se och prova en Tesla bil om du vil :)
Today i had 2 glimpses of a not so distant me. I had freshly arrived from my Portuguese natural habitat into the Indian subcontinent. The sensations overload may be too much to put on words, but that's exactly what words do ... cascade feelings onto words. My first 24 hours in and around New Delhi and the sequence of events that led to my first night in northern India seemed to have washed away all my beliefs , strenghts , hopes and fears. Not reborn , just awaken and alive. That night was a night of discovery, first and foremost of the people around me. Who's . What's. How's. Those came up every few minutes. The place was as far away from my hometown bed has i had ever been. When i'm away i allways close my eyes ..see the earth globe and think how far or how close i am to home. Home being where love is. We were staying in a sparkling white sand beach on the banks of a river that a few kms down shall be named Ganges. The tents were setup but noone dared go inside and miss the starry night in front of us all. There were monkeys. Deers. Cows. Bears. "We must watch over the fire all night long!" was the advise given. I asked why and the answer sounded alien to me. Bears. I laughed just to be pointed towards 2 small and shinny points in the dark. "There. A Bear. Not big. No problem. probably wants some food". 

How i miss to be warned of a bear in my life. 

Varanasi. After a week wandering alone i'm met by friends. I tell you now .. you will never in your wildest dreams be alone in India. Never. There we were, the four of us, not alone on some uneventfull street (it's a lie .. an uneventfull street does not exist in India). One of us thinks it's a good time to get an haircut and the oportunity presents itself a few meters down the road. All roads seem to be an inifite succession of (im)possibilities waiting to happen. Lucky for the rest of us a nice looking place just in front of the barber shop is offering beverages and Chamuças. My grandmother does some mean Chamuças and i'm so happy to compare hers to the world we have in common between India and Portugal foodwise. On the old rundown radio sounds a music we all feel inside is the perfect theme song for that moment. The song was Shiva Moon by Prem Joshua remixed by Maneesh de Moor. I know this so well because we bought the CD later that day from a friend of a friend of a girl we encountered on the street. a street. Can't remember the haircut result. I think to myself how i travel around the world to experience the daily routines the (un)eventfull moments. And how much i love it. Having an haircut in Mallaca, Malaysia. Sleeping the Saturday morning in bed in Vienna with some delicious pastries. Going to the cinema in Ljublana with a monster popcorn bag. Playing basketball in Paris under the RER. Getting my Singapore shoes renewed on Mustafa once again. at midnight. 

Those are the moments. 

This year, around April or May i decided to finally look for a place to play and learn a bit about Beach Volleybal. I had seen posters,websites and tournaments being announced everywhere , but had never decided to take the last step.

This time around i did. I just repeated what i had done a few years earlier when i wanted to play basket somewhere around Lisboa. So i wrote a few clubs told them i was a young promise in world basketball and one of them answered. We went on to remain unbeaten thoughout the year. (please change the word unbeaten for winless in the previous sentence) . In fact we won 1 game against portuguese TV powerhouse RTP. (you lame tv show hosts!!!) It was a great time and altough we didn´t have much of a team we had a great time togheter and i could do what i liked most at the time .. play Basket.

Now that i´m older than your average teenage kid , time had finally come for me to stray away from Basketball and turn to one of those Summer sports i couldn´t stop playing in those everlasting afernoons in Sao Martinho do Porto, ever since late afternoon soccer became a no-no due to the ammount of people on the beach. Beach Volleyball.

Here in Barcelona i found an amazing group of people that regularly get togheter to play beach volleyball. What more could one ask for ? I learned a whole lot with them and specially from the blond girl in the picture who´s now going to live/work/study in Kiwi land. This was our last trainning session with Susana in charge of the whole gang. (in the picture we had already taken a cup or two of a nice Moscatel brought by Charlie - last in the back of the picture)


I think i´m finally ready to beat those brothers we almost allways lost to, in the Salgado tournament we managed to organize year after year in the Summer. At long last i know what they mean with those finger gestures players do ... took to long to learn !!!   If you´re in Barcelona , if you´re coming to Barcelona and you like/love to play BeachVolleybal ..just bet in touch with me/us.

O único arroz que eu como. Sim. Eu como arroz. um arroz. o único. Existe um restaurante em Barcelona, quem sobre o Passeio de Grácia, direcçao á montanha pelo lado direito e depois de passar por "La Pedrera" de Gaudi, encontra. Encontra uma avenida que corta o passeio de Grácia em Diagonal, as pessoas de Barcelona, chamam a esta grande avenida que corta Barcelona em 2 ... Avenida Diagonal. Aqui as pessoas sao prácticas. Olha para a esquerda e para a direita e atravessa sem hesitar , o tempo que tens é justinho. Chegas a um toldo branco que tens as letras "Da Greco".

Nao percas tempo a olhar lá para dentro .. porque nao se vê nada! O que eu posso garantir é que lá dentro é como o vento dos séculos em Torres Novas ... se nao conheces, paciência. Entra sem medo ..a porta parece de um castelo, grande, grossa e pesada. Dentro é um outro mundo. Um mundo de esculturas impossiveis. Quadros modernos, classicos e renascentistas. Um cozinha aberta aos convidados. Candelabros, Girafas e Poltronas. Se tens sorte , já vês ali juntinho á cozinha um enorme (enorme!) Parmegianno com arroz dentro. Sim .. este arroz é cozinhado dentro do próprio queijo. A melhor opçao para mim , sempre é pedir a "Degustacion de Pastas" ..sao 3 pratos de Pasta ou arros. O melhor é que á parte de estes 3 pratos também te trazem pequenos pratos com a comida que as outras pessoas da tua mesa pediram .. e caso hajam pedido o mesmo que tu , trazem pratos que as mesas cerca de ti pediram .. isto é fantástico !!!

Para mim ..e se posso escolher livremente o sítio onde quero ir a comer aqui em Barcelona ..sempre esolheria o Da Greco. Que delicia de arroz ...



After last year learning spree on Exchange Technology, Microsoft has recognized me as an Active Professional. I'm sure there were lots of people with the same recognicion , but it still feels good anyway. 

I'm now in the middle of a Novell course and have already May booked for 2 weeks of Lync 2010 and Sharepoint 2010 with exam certifications on both.

Afterwards, Forefront and Ironports. Count on me to become a MAP (Microsoft Active Professional) for life ...
08:16 Hem entrat al avió i despres que un Venezuelano s'hagi oblidat del seu DNI ... Vam baixar tots del avió i tornar a entrar al mateix lloc ... Aqui tenim les fotos de nosaltres mirant el avio desde fora , a dins del bus i un altre vegada a dins .. amb molt de sono!


09:09 Agafem per menjar un Bag de M&M, 1 Muffin de chocolata i un te pel coll de la minina! El nostre flight attendant es de Belo Horizonte. E fala portugues como la Anna! Ara queda 1 hora per arrivar a London Gatwick...

  
10:34 Hem arrivat tard. El avio va parar al mig del sud d'inglaterra i vam tenir que caminar uns 6kms a dins del aeroport. Vam perdre el primer bus de Easyjet i el seguent ja estava plé, tot per culpa del DNI del noi de Venezuela ! Ara a esperar ... en el fred intens que fa al carrer !


13:35 Hem arrivat al hotel , la noia russa ens ha informat del esmorzar i que el codi per entrar al B&B es el 5456 (aixo es secret). Per la wifi la password son 10x0 . Dinem en un lloc de menjar de Sri Lanka i India, molt a prop de Buckingam. El primer plat molt picant i els segons MOLT bons ... Chicken Tika Massala & Samossa (£29.43)


17:38 Tornem al hotel despres de passajar per Buckingam , St George Park , Tamesis etc. Hem jugat amb les ardillas un montón i hem agafat a Victoria Station uns Muffins per la nit! (£4 per 4 Mufins... En una capse super fixe que portarem cap a Barcelona). Casi no trovavem la nostre clau numero 3 al B&B... Tenen un equipo de Noias Russas treballant tote la estona al hotel . Nem a dormir , estem MOLT cansados daquest primer dia de Sol a London Town...


Yesterday , after a long long long time of doing 0 to stay in shape , i got home , dressed up (down) and went for a run. Not any run . a Zombie post-apocaliptyc run . 


This is what all these hyper-mega-smartphones should be doing with our lives ..changing them ! One really smart inmersive game for the iphone (in the meantime, it will arrive in Android someday) combines real world jogging with Zombie Drama to dwelve you into a storyline that makes you run for real ! So , yesterday i installed Zombies Run! on my Iphone and hit the streets. Streched for around 29 seconds , hit the start mission button and started running . I was briefed on what was happening and when they told me to run, i was already in Eroski (half a km away from home). Gotta be less impatient next time...

I'm told that i'm Runner 5. Yesterday i wasn't able to finish my very first mission in part due to bad planning and not knowing how much time a mission lasts .. i usually never ran more than 15-20 minutes but yesterday i went all over up to 26 minutes... so i guess that's good enough. I've read that mission 1 lasts around 40 minutes... after that you keep collecting stuff but with your mission already finished. Today i'll have another try .. let's see how it goes. I do want to be accepted in the survivors colony.

This thing does work in at least 2 things :
1. Disable Couch-Potato Mode and make you run out there on the real world.
2. After getting you to run ,they throw Zombies at you ..and make you really run faster so that you escape them .. doesn't matter how real they are , you DO NO WANT TO BE EATEN ALIVE! ...so you run . away. from them. all.

After running for 20 minutes i had to run like hell to escape a former runner who was bitten and now chased me ... and she ran fast. The bips and the Zombie noises are  really good in making you run . It's a game .. but a really entertaining one.

Recomend everyone this game : Zombies Run!
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.


Happy to be here ! Panoramic of Macarella Cala Macarelleta
View from Sand Pimp My Ride ! Done for the day
Agua calentita Ciutadella Beach Stuff
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).
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.


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.

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?



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)

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.



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
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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"





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)

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