Me aged 2.  It didn’t seem plausible but I did grow up. And, surprisingly enough, not into a fearless tomboy. “How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life”  ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations


Come to me in the silence of the night;     Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright     As sunlight on a stream;        Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,     … More Lingering


Não há nada que resista ao tempo. Como uma grande duna que se vai formando grão a grão, o esquecimento cobre tudo. Ainda há dias pensava nisto a propósito de não sei que afecto. Nisto de duas pessoas julgarem que se amam tresloucadamente, de não terem mutuamente no corpo e no pensamento senão a imagem … More Revisiting

Getting to fly

In December 2009 I finally managed to finish my PhD. In January 2010, as a reward, I took myself to Zambia because I have always been fascinated by Dr. Livingstone. I am not a particularly brave person, I’m actually quite shy and insecure most of the times. But I do believe in forcing myself to … More Getting to fly


2010 to 2016. A little less than 6 years in a little over six minutes. My  memory seems to be nonlinear and to have become external.