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?

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

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.

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

Visca!!!

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.

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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?

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.

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.

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.