Like a fish in water

Sunday mornings at the museum.

Be alone.

"Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself. Wait for it. Please, I urge you to wait for it, to fight for it, to make an effort for it if you have already found it, because it is the most beautiful thing your heart will experience."

at Jacobs

In order to feed and organize my Tumblr page, which btw has been inspiring me like crazy, I was delightfully forced to go through my archives and look up for tons of new-old.good photos (again!). In this process, I have found material enough to write a handful of posts more! This to follow. 

I looked back when I travelled to Cremona, Italy, to get introduced to Jacob, a fellow friend, violin-maker and his office/room with which I felt in love at that time - see more here. I still love those photos and today I decided to share a few more which were ignored back then...

Há noites, já no escuro, é esta a voz que quebra o silêncio do meu quarto

Cântico Negro de José Régio, na interpretação de João Villaret

Ah! Que força motora!!!

Wynwood!

Got to spend my one and only day in Miami strolling around downtown, getting lost in the streets - my usual and most pleasurable way to get to know a place - and the other half day in Wynwood - Miami Art District.
Tottaly my kind of place turning a rad decision!

Costa Nova

How can one not feel lucky by living close to a place like this?!

I've shared my love about this village here or here, Costa Nova that is - the cutest, most beautiful coastal village! These pics were actually taken by my friend who came to visit me during summer and once again I feel like sharing a few more shots of this place I live in... (And because I've arrived to that time of the year when all I can think about it's Summer time, tanned skin, salty hair and light clothes!)

Photos: Teresa

Sobre a sensualidade...

... é nisto que eu acredito.

É mais sensual uma mulher vestida do que uma mulher despida. A sensualidade é o intervalo entre a luva e o começo da manga.

 

António Lobo Antunes

A sensualidade ou falta dela está muito acima do decote.

Lorina Ventura

A vulgaridade começa quando a imaginação sucumbe ao explicíto.

Doris Day

Weekend inspo - particularly enthusiastic for this one to come

Source: Tumblr

Winter Wonderland in Rotenberg

I just can't get enough of this!

Photos by my cousin Rui

More here & here.

Rotenberg, Stuttgart.

"Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired."