The tell-tale Heart

True! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily –how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees –very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Continue reading

If I showed you my teardrops

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Centro de Acolhimento do Burro – The Donkey Sanctuary

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While in my grand father’s birthplace (Pena Branca) we had a chance to peek at the donkeys and while doing so I’ve discovered they now have a sanctuary for end-of-life, diseased, mistreated and/or otherwise not cared for donkeys.

We didn’t enter because at the time I was unaware we could do so. Once home I’ve done a bit of research on the matter and yes we can visit the sanctuary, and we can even volunteer there! How cool is that :)

It isn’t a government project so they accept donations as well. Their website can be visited here: Centro de Acolhimento do Burro

(the picture above is theirs)

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home

yeah, I finally went back for 3 days! I looked like a child on Christmas eve (or morning, for those of you in the US), happy happy little me.. :)

The people, family, the weather, the views, the peace. Really, it’s my little piece of heaven.

Sadly I could only stay for 3 days, but I had the chance to relax, eat good (awesome) food, recharge batteries and learn a bit more information for my family tree project.

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Books worth reading #3

“I’ve always been an ironic dreamer, unfaithful to my inner promises.

Like a complete outsider, a casual observer of whom I thought I was,

I’ve always enjoyed watching my daydreams go down in defeat.

I was never convinced of what I believed in.

I filled my hands with sand, called it gold, and opened them up to let it slide through.

Words were my only truth.

When the right words were said, all was done; the rest was the sand that had always been.”

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

“Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I’m nobody, absolutely nobody. When the lightning flashed, I saw that what I had thought to be a city was in fact a deserted plain and, in the same sinister light that revealed me to myself, there seemed to be no sky above it. I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. If I was ever reincarnated, I must have done so without myself, without a self to reincarnate.

I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I’m nobody, nobody. I don’t know how to feel or think or love. I’m a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I’ve even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me. Continue reading

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Let it be.

And when she died, one of the difficulties I had, as the years went by, was that I couldn’t recall her face so easily. That’s how it is for everyone, I think. As each day goes by, you just can’t bring their face into your mind, you have to use photographs and reminders like that. So in this dream twelve years later, my mother appeared, and there was her face, completely clear, particularly her eyes, and she said to me very gently, very reassuringly: “LET IT BE.”

Paul McCartney, about “Let it Be”

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Ain’t no sunshine

one of my most loved songs by one of my most loved artists. joy!

I could even go as far as calling it art. <3