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le bonheur en Paris

oh yes! I still remember Paris. It has been eleven years since I first visited the capital of France. I was fourteen years old and it was my first time outside of Portugal (I had been in a plane before but going to the Madeira island it’s not the same feeling). My french back in the day was good and almost fluent… at least I could order some delicious pain au chocolate.

I had previously known Paris through many different stories of Portuguese immigrants (some of them were friends of my parents). Between the 60’s/70’s there was a huge flood of Portuguese immigrants to France simply because we wanted to escape dictatorship. You can find one of those stories here.

Paris is beautiful and romantic in a simple classy way. It’s a lady of its own that mixtures 19th century feeling with the modern times of the 20th. It was the first time I’ve bought a striped blouse (just because it remembered me of Coco Channel) and also visited all the iconic monuments while wandering around the city, wanting to become a Parisian in a Godard Film. I loved the architecture and the food specially, french breakfast is my kind of meal and the patisserie is just an art form in France! I never saw such beautiful cakes and croissants.

Also during that time I went to Versailles (which blew me away), I was studying the whole history about Marie Antoinette and the context of the French revolution so it was a treat for me. I also went to Disneyland Paris just for fun, ended up getting some silly autographs from childhood characters.

In Paris I mostly explored the city center (I was staying in Montparnasse) and then I explored Vaugirard, Montrouge, Canal St Martin and Montmartre. I want to come back to Paris just to refresh my memory (it’s a shame I haven’t been back since then!). I want to walk around to rediscover my first voyage abroad and to experience more of the French New Wave.

à bientôt!

The heartbreak diet plan

I don’t usually use this platform to express these kind of private matters but I think this one is a good “sharing-experience tip”.

Once again we live through a great history of disappointments, failed relationships, foolish behavior, things we’ve all experienced in our lifetime. We know what it is: we have tons of tunes about it, we cry at romantic comedies (sometimes not the good ones) and we can read it in almost every magazine, book or newspaper. Heartbreak has always been an emotional plague.

In this special case, you may need a proper treatment. It differs from person to person, the recipe to mend a broken heart it’s our own personal cliché. In my case, I’m a massive crier. I cry with almost anything. It’s exhausting sometimes. In the last couple of years I’ve developed a survival plan that may change according to the circumstances. Truth being told the only thing that stopped me from crying anytime, anywhere was the movie genre of Quentin Tarantino. Movies + the soundtracks as well. Why? You might ask?

It combines two essential ingredients: revenge and good dialogue BAM! it works wonders! Tarantino cures my post-ex-same-old-hangover-relationship-ending. I don’t watch romantic comedies because it doesn’t console me at all. I need to watch some Samuel L. Jackson swearing, blood shedding, girls kickin’ ass to calm me down. I only got nerdy/methodical enough to get into the soundtracks because when I’m outside on-the-go, the music reminds me of the (correspondent) movie so I don’t feel like crying in the middle of the grocery shop.

I hope this helps some poor souls as well; and by all means: you should never need an excuse to watch a Quentin Tarantino movie. Whatever you’re going through, you’ll be just fine. Believe me, we’ve all been there before.

Looked dead, didn’t I? But I wasn’t. But it wasn’t from lack of trying, I can tell you that. Actually, Bill’s last bullet put me in a coma. A coma I was to lie in for four years. When I woke up, I went on what the movie advertisements refer to as a ‘roaring rampage of revenge.’ I roared. And I rampaged. And I got bloody satisfaction. I’ve killed a hell of a lot of people to get to this point, but I have only one more. The last one. The one I’m driving to right now. The only one left. And when I arrive at my destination, I am gonna kill Bill.

– The Bride (Uma Thurman) in Kill Bill: Vol. 2


When you established yourself as a creative person you’ll have daytime jobs (unless your parents are rich or you were blessed with an early carer and a fortunate dose of good luck). In the meanwhile, where you cannot find something that relates to your artistic background, you’ll get a new set of skills on a job that provides money to pay rent, patience and daydreaming.
Once a great man said “If you got a career, thank God. If you got a job, I hope you get a career one day. ‘Cuz when you got a career, there ain’t enough time in the day…when you got a career, time just flies by…when you got a job, there’s too much time.”
That man was Chris Rock on his fifth HBO comedy special: “Kill the Messenger”. His great sense of humor illustrates (struggling) artists everywhere (I do not say or consider the expression “struggling artists” because if you consider yourself an artist you’re already struggling. No matter what it is. You have a cause for your craft. There’s no point being an artist without the struggle. Simple as that.)
At the moment I’m in between jobs to guarantee my existence in London. It hasn’t been easy but to be honest, I prefer to give it a try instead of giving up (without excusing myself with arguments like: “it’s hard” or “unfulfilling”.) Just to do it. Work yourself out.


Today was an important date for Portugal in 1974. A revolution was made to set free a country from a harsh dictatorship. Nowadays we throwback our minds to the reason why our freedom was in cause and mostly why still have so many changes to do: not only politically but also humanly. Life is a force that can drive us through so many story-lines that sometimes is confusing to pick our conquests and to face our losses. I was pleasantly surprised with this new ad of Super Bock. This simple premise represents a whole generation who’s connected all the time but still, we tend to find ourselves alone (and kind of lost). To be free nowadays you must pay the price of keeping good friends around. Real relationships. Unconditional love. The battle starts within you: keeping safe every single soul that you nurture, caring about someone who drastically changed you, be around the ones you’ve decided to commit no matter what. Go out. Fight for it.

birthday wishes

I’ve just turned 25 today and as a symptom of a quarter-life crisis, I’ve started questioning all my decisions… except one: I didn’t even questioned myself on trading professional success with personal achievements. I would never make such a trade. I don’t want to destroy those relationships, I don’t want to delete my past. Being successful is a fortunate event, not a goal. Otherwise you take the risk on being selfish with yourself versus your ego (as you can see there’s literally no point on questioning this sort of matter). I’ve started appreciating the good people I’ve met in the past few years, those strangers in my life who helped me. Without further notice, I’ve started to believe that, in fact, there’s good will in people. This example represents all the beautiful things my friends say to me unexpectedly.

Those words are the living prof of how lucky I am to meet such kind, warm people (even sometimes without noticing how incredible they are). They treasure some random moments that I’ll never forget. Those moments are the best gift of all. So, thank you for letting me, keeping you, close to my heart; and for listening, of course. I’m deeply grateful for all your words.

to continue

When something is defined as inexplicable we usually tend to assume that every now and then, everything has to do with luck. We pray to the gods, we check horoscopes to see if the starts are aligned, we do good deeds to “clean” our karma. But the truth is, life happens anyway. Even though you’re a good person, the most unexpected things can happen.
At the moment I’m scared that I’ll lose everything that I have in order to build or achieve a new life. Even though I’m in a new phase, it doesn’t mean I have to destroy my past to “make room” for a new future. Having self-doubt is essential for learning and achieving a graceful appreciation for our mistakes. Loosen your expectations, and find comfort in the fact that you’re not alone. We’re all going through something. Feeling weak it’s an human behavior and there’s people in this world to help you standing up again. Don’t be selfish with yourself, rely within the ones you love the most. Be grateful for your ambition and for your voice. You’re going somewhere.

P.S. – this whole text reminded me of that cheesy-everyone-knows-saying: “Life Is a Journey, Not a Destination”.


The only thing that gets me every time as an artist is when you walk in into your new working space. It can be an old theatre venue or a nowhere stage, it doesn’t matter; by the time you’re wondering around, you start to get used to the backstage, the rehearsals and the usual rhythm of bringing words on paper to life. This is what creativity feels like. Bringing light into a new perspective, connecting with an audience and provoking versatile opinions. It feels like it’s more than art itself. It’s an ultimatum. It’s unique.

                                                  where it all began

where it all began