While the snow falls outside, i close my eyes and think about my homeland.
I see a warm winter day, sun is shining and i am siting among good friends, we are having a really good conversation, while we share a good bottle of wine, "Pôpa Doce".
I am not a wine expert, but this wine is something special, it has been like a month ago since i tasted this "nectar", but i still can recall the amazing taste.This is the first sweet red wine produced in the Douro region, to all of you that are thinking about visiting Portugal, maybe you should start to plan a visit to the magic Douro region and maybe a visit to the place where they created this magic taste. I am going there for sure soon, cause i know that there are other magic nectars to be tasted :)
For now i will keep my eyes closed, and i will dream of sunshine and great wine.
Why do people hide behind masks? Why do StreetArtists hide behind masks??
When i was a kid, there where two kind of people that used to hide behind masks, criminals and superheroes. Well street artists ain't no superhero, but are they criminals??
I keep seeing graffiti everywhere saying that "Graffiti is Art, not Crime" well i could not agree more, but then let me tell you something, artists dont hide behind masks, hoodies and scarfs. No one loves street art more than i do, but i don't see the point on hiding, i dont see the point on hiding behind a tag or a mask. And now all of you graffiti lovers will point the finger and say, "that is what graffiti is about, it has always been like that. They think we are criminals and therefore we need to hide." You know what? You might just be right, but i also see it like this: "You hide and so they think you are criminals." Vendettas masks will never change the world, that is just a bunch of kids playing revolution, the real revolutionaries are the ones that show their faces and stand by what they believe, no shame, no fear...
I you do it cause you think you look cool, then let me break it to you, there is only one and only one that can wear a mask and look cool at the same time, his name is Vader.
I know the world needs a lot of things.
More Love, less War.
More Green, less Pollution.
More Humanity, less Capitalism.
More Respect, less Arrogance.
More Forests, less Cities.
More Bikes, less Cars.
More Farms, less Industry.
More Confidence, less Religion.
More Zombie Movies, less Soap Operas.
More Real People, less Reality Shows.
More Music, less Politicians.
And so on... But the world also needs MORE ART!
Peace!
The sun just came up, here in northern Denmark the sky is blue and cloud free, i miss Home.
There are somedays like this, i does'n matter how happy you are in the place you're living, if you are away from Home, soon or later you will miss it. It has been 12 years now since i moved from Portugal, and i had since then a lot of days like this, i kind of like them now, nostalgic, kind of sad but still i like them, i love to think about my Home, my friends, my family, the smell, the warm days and so on... and then tomorrow i will be in love again with Aalborg. But today i Miss Alentejo and thefore i am going to illustrate a poem i wrote once, it is in portuguese thou.
Have a nice day my Friends!
As árvores sedentas
Gritam por vida e não por água
E as planicies secas
Sentem-se sós e abandonadas
E os montes brancos
Cairam, não foram derrubados
E as gentes da terra
Fugiram quase obrigados
E eu ouço os gritos
De uma Terra em sofrimento
E sinto a dor
Que me come por dentro
E abro os meus braços
E abraço-te forte
E sinto inveja
De quem tem a sorte
De viver nos teus campos
De quem sente as calmas
De uma tarde de Agosto
E se senta á porta
Para apanhar o fresco ao sol posto
De quem prova
O teu pão todos os dias
E bebe o teu vinho
Que o teu sol amadorou.
