Tell me can you hear my voice, loud and clear above the noise?

In a temporarily empty apartment I create the new world, my future if you will. When the roomie is out exploring her notion of Lisbon with the family, I open the windows and let the mind flow freely and breathe the dream. Singing along as loud as I possibly can to Money Honey and Falling in Love while I write a few more paragraphs, read a little in The Carrie Diaries and think about last night when we enjoyed life in english, italian, portuguese, swedish and a little bit in french. A confused mind is a happy mind. And now: my daily viewing of Burlesque. Daily, yes.


They make it worthwhile

The little dog went round and around in the endless apartment, almost as he had to touch every part of the air, every inch of the floor in fear of not having appreciated the opportunity to the fullest. The room seemed timeless, the walls spoke of many lifetimes and the water stain in the ceiling was too honest to be in the way. She felt calm underneath it. The whole house made her calm, it felt mighty and wise, and she always felt secure in the presence of overwhelming things.

They filled the room with dreams, the future, love. She found a friend in her that made the word thankful lose all significance. And she smiled all the way home, home to the friend in her mailbox.

Have you ever thought about the people in your life? Have you ever stopped in the middle of a street and realized how blessed you are for the people in your life? Have you ever gotten shivers down your spine thinking about how you are the luckiest person in the world to have those people in your life?

Have you? No but, have you really?


When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over

Hands over keyboard. My heart skips a beat every time a finger touches a key. After 3 and a half row I have to pause and breathe. My soul is flooded with the mighty feeling you get when you're in the heart of doing what you're meant to be doing, when you have finally reached that moment; taken a leap of faith and approached what used to scare you, used to limit you. In this instance, I shed a tear and continue to write.

Black Coffee

She takes a sip of her, nowadays, black coffee. She recently learnt to drink what previously required a fragment of a drop of milk. It is almost like the milk was just meant to be there even if its random just-being-there-ness made no significant difference, as if its mere existence in the cup made things easier, less bitter. She usually searched for factors to tone things down, in a previous life, where most segments of the daily life were set on autopilot and life is put in a much too well-paced pattern of how to behave. In the world where the story goes: when unhappy- immediately work your way towards happiness again, where people tend to forget there is a source, a reason, a meaning for being unhappy. Instead of realizing- they cover up. They add so much milk to their lives they're numbing the bitterness, yet it's still there.

She now drinks her coffee black, not because she has to face, and consequently learn to love,the bitterness, but because she can't be bothered with adding stuff to her life that really makes no difference in the long run. She wants to see things for what they really are, and she will continue to create her reality, without the drop of milk.


mind & soul.

"Most people don't know it but the subconscious mind is about 90% of your total mind power. The conscious mind is what we use in our daily life; it's surprising that it's only 10%. You just have to remember that your subconscious mind accepts anything you submit to it whether it is positive or negative".
- Law of Attraction

Wouldn't it be so much easier if we decided to affect the subconscious part of the mind instead? If we have that part covered, the conscious part will quite delighted. Remember every day how amazing and strong you are, and when your subconscious is convinced, the conscious will only feed on happiness. You are your own center, start living life for yourself. That's what I'm gonna do. Now.


Sleepless in Lisbon

I am obsessed with the idea of a new apartment. My own place. It has reached the point where I can't sleep at night, no but really. The roomie-extravaganza is great, but I have been standing on my own feet in my own apartment since I was 18 and Lisbon will never feel like home until I have my place to fill with my own atmosphere. In my own ways. This room is not worth 300 euros + bills, that's that. So in June I'll be hardcore searching for a tiny little UNFURNISHED studio apartment in the heart of Lisbon, and paint the walls with dreams and mellow inspiration. Come to mama darling?

Inspiration that makes my heart fuzzy:

pcs: stumbleupondontknowwhere


it doesn't always have to shine bright.

I am a simple girl. I prefer unconditional love before anything else. As simple as that, see? I think of my loved one first thing in the morning, last thing in the night and would swim the atlantic ocean for him. With pleasure. There is really no limits to what I would do for him. At any given time.

I am indeed fully aware of the fact that all loves are coloured with a bit of flaws (which makes it unique and consequently; perfect), but when you are more sad than happy, it's time to let go.

Golden rule: more happiness than sadness. It is as simple as that. And it goes for anything in life.


a whole new world

Almost a year has past. Plans changed, minds went out of control, people got closer, grew apart, some were happy some were sad, it has been a whirlwind up to this point. A friendly soul invited us to join her in a new world, so the plans to enter London made a U-turn and we packed up our lives in a van and drove across the continent to the country with the foreign language. After 24 hours in the new country souls broke into pieces and we followed our own footsteps back again.

Some of us healed and approached new emotions, while some of us couldn't let go of the country far far away.

I am now sitting in a cozy little top-flor apartment looking over Ponte 25 Abril in the country with the foreign language, grateful for the friendly soul, because of her I am now celebrating 6 months in Lisbon, Portugal.