Never been good at being satisfied

I guess I've never been good at the "being satisfied" thing. I can recall this, this and perhaps this; and very often I encounter myself struggling with the "being happy, but never satisfied" feeling.

Even though I can be utterly and wholeheartedly grateful for all that I have, I always want and need more, and most of the times it means to move, to go, to change [places, people, lifestyle]...

I dream high, I aspire high (hey, I'm also talking about this) and so I get easily trapped on the webs of tiresome and boredom. Trying to learn something new everyday it's a priority for me (autodidact included), I like to be challenged and to challenge myself. Truth is, reeeally good things happened to me during the past year (mainly) (how  many times more will I repeat this?!) and it's with a great joy that I look back and see my own evolution, but now I guess it's time again...

I apologise for not translate the following poem to english, you know, I have hard feelings on poetry translations, especially with the portuguese language - my soul - (so may google translate rock your world!), but anyway I'm sharing a special one from a portuguese poet: 

Estou cansada, cada vez mais incompreendida e insatisfeita comigo, com a vida e com os outros. Diz-me, porque não nasci igual aos outros, sem dúvidas, sem desejos de impossível? E é isto que me traz sempre desvairada, incompatível com a vida que toda a gente vive...

Florbela Espanca

factor E

Elegance isn't solely defined by what you wear. 

It's how you carry yourself, how you speak, what you read.

Carolina Herrera

The smell of the universe

I love the smell of the universe in the morning.

Neil de Grasse

Controversial as it may be...

Be happy. But never satisfied.

Bruce Lee

Happiness is a singular incentive to mediocrity.

Michel Montaigne

Today's details

Include an old and dear combo to me.

 

Heaven on earth...

Verbier, that is; I guess.

Photos: Sofi

Estudo de Mulher

Na cama, onde o teu corpo, de costas, se abandona

aos meus olhos, e os cabelos se espalham pela almofada,

és a mais bela das mulheres nuas. Os pés, sobre

os lençóis que o amor amarrotou, cruzam-se, 

num breve descanso; e o rosto, de olhos

fechados, esconde o desejo que a tua brancura

me oferece, contra a parede que inscreve

o único limite do nosso amor. O braço direito, 

caído para o chão, agarra um vazio que encho

de palavras; e o braço esquerdo sob os seios,

indica-me o caminho em que cada repetição

é uma descoberta. Se te voltares, abrindo os braços,

e mostrando o peito, saberei o rumo a seguir,

nesta viagem em que és a proa e o vento; mas

se ficares assim, secreto retrato no atelier

do coração, apenas te peço que entreabras 

os lábios, para que um murmúrio nasça

de dentro da tela. Então, cobrir-te-ei as pernas
com o lençol; espalhar-te-ei pela almofada

os cabelos, escondendo a nuca e o ombro; e

deixarei que este poema se derrame sobre ti,

ateando este fogo com que a tua nudez

me incendeia.

Nuno Júdice, in Geometria Variável

The Sound of Water

Pat Metheny and Brad Mehldau - The Sound of Water

Assorted from Berlin

 The currywrust junk-deliciousness

Berlin streets

Checkpoint Charlie

Menu standards - at The Bird

You know, in cities where cold seasons can be pretty heavy, sunny days (not only during summer) mean everybody outside home, enjoying parks, cafes, their own backyards, etc. During summer though is unbelievable the way people enjoy and uses the city in general and green spaces in particular (luckily Berliners have a lot of) - so pleasant! In Portugal unfortunately we don't have this park culture but rather the "keep off the grass"...

Beer gardens - at Licht Park

And last but not least, a big, huge thanks to my dear old friend João for showing me Berlin in the best possible way in the short free time I had. It's mostly thanks to you that I had the so local experience of the city, which I loved!

More from Berlin here & here.

Little Miss Sunshine

Dwayne: You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another.* You know, school, then college, then work, fuck that. And fuck the air force academy. If I wanna fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest.

Frank: I'm glad you're talking again, Dwayne. You're not nearly as stupid as you look. 

*Isn't it?