Dreams are for fools

[Initially published on Dec 11, 2017.]

Or are they?

Once upon a time I had the dream of living in Hawai’i for a while. That changed because I changed. On top of this, the opportunity to do it is also gone, so Hawai’i is definitely not happening.

But why do I feel sad? Why do I feel that a small part of me is gone and I can no longer get it back?

I am afraid I do not have the answers to those questions. I only have my analogue memories, because, let’s face it, the ones in my brain never last that long.

Today I am launching a new album: album no 4 - Paradise, Hawai’i. I hope you enjoy it.

Take care!


Or should I say Analogue Wanderlust?

[Initially published on Jan 27, 2017.]

I guess it doesn’t come as a surprise that I am a travel fanatic.


I also strongly object to days ruled by routines.

I keep chasing that new place, that new smell, that new landscape.

Once I find it, it’s there for me to enjoy it, so it can vanish away. The good thing is that the very same place can provide completely different experiences depending on weather, company, mood, whatever… And that makes me have this intrinsic rush/craving for travelling, no matter where, constantly.

I have been extremely lucky, I cannot say otherwise. I have been travelling for a few years now, and actually experiencing living in different places, but I am still a perfect newbie. There are so many more places to see. “I know nothing”, like they say.

So yes, maybe I should have called this place Analogue Wanderlust, but then the truth is there is not a single term that can define all it really represents.

For now, I’ll stick to Analogue Travelling.

In memory of those lost dreams, I leave you with this inspirational wall of quotes.


The art of being nice… to pregnant women

[Initially published on Jan 2, 2017.]

I am usually not a nice person. I am sarcastic, straight-forward and, mostly, just not nice. I don’t appreciate people that have a tendency to embellish everything they say to make their point more appealing to the masses. But well, I still listen to them. I am just not like that.

Or I wasn’t… Until I became a mom. The truth is throughout my pregnancy, I was over-flooded with words of empathy, smiles and even messages from long-gone acquaintances. This cloud of kindness mixed with the overload of hormones in my body took me by surprise. I was not ready, but I was enjoying it.

One of the most remarking changes was my excessive use of exclamation marks!!! So many and so out-of-context sometimes. This together with my lack of a proper language now (mixing Portuguese, English and Danish at home on a daily basis) makes me having a meltdown every time I need to read what I wrote.

And it changed me. Slowly, but surely. The fact that little L was growing day by day inside me and everyone was being extra nice to me turned me into this cheesy, messy mom. And you know what? I like it!

But of course I am still myself. I keep having these awkward moments with random people, I keep bumbling nonsense, which pretty much tells me I am still myself - a non-person person.

So, my question is: is this a general pattern or is every recent parent in this somewhat nicer version of her/himself?

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