i, love you

to my cousin Nilda and my aunt i

i, love you

... always called her "i", my "tia i" ... you might think that the reason for it was the fact her mum and dad called her Ilda ... It could have helped, but me, i trully believe that i always called her "i" because she is part of myself (ourselves) ... part of my i ...

... even though we only talked occasionaly... the distance the world imposed us ... didn't seem to matter in our talks ... the first hello always brought us to the time when she once told me as we arrived home from a walk "cheeee... Rucas don't talk so much!" and i feeling a bit worried asked her "oh tia doesn't like me anymore?" and she answered me "tia loves you, but you talk too much" ... i never forgot it,to be true i always remember this moment ... and i guess decades have passed and i still talked to much and she always laughed of our talks ... we had our "private jokes", that anyone but us would laugh about it... (i won't tell you, i'll keep it to us, private) almost as a ritual we repeated our jokes ... and we enjoyed truly ... we had the same humour, and that's something really hard to find ... and we found it ... together ... 

... my aunt i, is love, she is all love ... true and unconditional love was all that she ever gave me in our moments ... her embrace was the closest i ever been and felt from a grandmother ... and i love her like that ... as the only grandmother that i could hug and feel the warmth, that i could talk and listen, that i had the chance to meet ... you helped raise my mother, and as she always told me, my aunt i wasn't only the first of nine brothers, you always have been the second mother of all ... and the first of my cousin Nilda ... your love is a light that we will follow forever to keep our hearts warm and safe ... you teached us to respect one another, to love with the heart ... you gave us the tools to become better persons, better human beings ... to be a family ... and that's more than anyone could ask for ... you always gave more than anyone could ask ...

... today your love became eternal in my (ours) heart ... I feel it really close to mine ... Yet i already miss your voice ...

my aunt i, love you

Your loving nephew
Rucas

Portugal 14.06.16

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Fins de tarde de domingo inspiram a por-de-sol em família, no conforto de um sabor caseiro, repleto de calor e conforto ... estamos sempre mais perto de casa com os sabores que são nossos ... o "marmore" da minha mãe, é sabor de casa ...

Momentos inesquecíveis

O valor das coisas
Não está no tempo que elas duram,
Mas na intensidade com que acontecem.
Por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis
E pessoas incomparáveis.

(Fernando Pessoa)

Amy Winehouse

Amy Winehouse,
Anarquista espiritual,
ou Artista Intemporal...

Manhã de Verão

Gosto do encanto da Av. da Liberdade, ao romper da manhã. É uma avenida calma, em que os automóveis não correm, mais parece que deslizam. e o sol... esse, gira lentamente sobre os plátanos, a oferecer os primeiros raios de luz e o calor para mais um dia de Verão.

Esta é a minha caminhada diária para o meu local de trabalho, lá para os lados da Alvaláxia, ;)... depois de já ter sorvido um reconfortante café, em boa companhia!

É a minha terapia!

Jardim das Amoreiras

Um fim de tarde de fim de Verão na esplanada do jardim das amoreiras é um tempo digno de se registar.

O espaço é repousante.

Circundado por citações lapidadas de "João dos Santos", ilustre pedagogo e amigo das crianças, torna o local ainda mais acolhedor.

Um espaço que recomendo.

Lua

Hoje não se vêem tantas estrelas no céu.
Porque hoje, a Lua prendou-nos com um brilho invulgar.
Hoje está bem mais perto de nós e não me deixa redescobrir
As estrelas que conheci
Outrora, num outro lugar!