Um triângulo é uma figura geométrica sem linhas paralelas. Três pontos que se opõem, unidos por duas linhas. Dou por mim num triângulo geográfico peculiar: o triângulo do pecado, da inocência e do religioso. Um triângulo de três pontos que pareciam ser distantes, mas unidos por linhas sem paralelismo. — Estamos no De Wallen, mais precisamente na Oudekerksplein. Dito assim, não significa nada para muitos, mas para quem (re)conhece os bairros de Amesterdão pelos nomes, sabe que nos referimos ao mítico Red Light District, mais concretamente à “Praça da Igreja Velha”. À nossa frente, numa grande e escura porta de…

Quando a Bica tem que mostrar quem é, Tem sempre alegria até ao fim À rua não vem quem lhe bata o pé, Onde ela chegar é sempre assim. — — Frederico de Brito, “A Marcha da Bica”

The big Times Square. The thing I loved the most was the sense of belonging: so much going on, so many love stories around me, completely oblivious to my presence. Love was all around. It’s Valentine’s Day, I had finally arrived in NYC! — The best of the 4h drive was the driver. Such a character, reminded me of the “Chef” from the South Park series — tall and strong, with warm deep vocals and an enthusiastic satirical speech: “My name is Bill. Just remember what you hate paying every month, and you’ll be…

I was not made for loving you, baby. I’m 32 years old, and whereas my family and friends by this time have already had two marriages, a kid or two and are high up in their work hierarchy, I’m still unpacking from my previous backpacking trip, going to bed past…

18 November, 2015. Having just come back from a couple weeks trip through Colombia, I realised that we’re being consumed by our social media — facebook in particular. Particular points that influenced my decision: I had very little internet access on the week I was in Palomino, and when I…