Blog – English

O meu processo legal de divórcio foi um tanto longo, chegando ao ponto de ter que sair de casa de um dia para outro. Comigo, apenas uns poucos pertences e

The bright colors on the walls still display how the place was vibrant and popular to dance, have a good company and have some drinks.

Who does not want to go back to the past to uncover mysteries, try to change History’s terrible facts, fix some personal problems and, why not, buy that lottery ticket we just learned drawn yesterday?

“Hi, Ron, remember me, Cratte, C-R-A-T-T-E, Cratte?”, without being invited, a man sits at the table where Ron was having dinner.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anyone called Cratte!”

He was dying of old age and all the members of his family, present in the vast salon, knew it.

“Another day at the office. I don’t care anymore whether the enemy is going to hear me or not. I stopped counting the days, and I don’t remember when I first arrived at this hole. The hours go by very slowly with the snow and the wind witnessing my agony while I wait for the enemy to arrive. I already wish it comes to put an end to this agony”!

The Chief of Police shrugged his shoulders in resignation when one of his aides pointed at a piece of the uniform found. “From the other side!”. This finding would change everything and would bring a roster of complications for many people, especially him.

“Another day at the office!”, I said to myself, just to shut my mouth off and stayed motionless, almost without breathing, checking for other sounds around. Nobody should know I am here, especially the enemy.

“I love you!”

These three simple words do wonders for a relationship, and I often say them to my wife as a sign of constant affection and love for her. However, at the most unpredictable moments, no matter what we are doing, my wife asks me:

“Do you love me?”

Taking a picture today is endemic as almost every single person in the world have one or more cameras

Apparently, Adeste Fideles was a tune played in shows for the populace, later adapted with austere Latin rimes to become a Christmas Carol

At least for me, a 30 minutes stroll after lunch with my camera helps me to relax my body, to clear my mind and to keep me focused on my micro photography projects. At night, I take a look at the pictures, usually not more than 15, I select two or three possessing a reasonable quality and throw out the remaining ones.