Hoje, em defesa da minha honra:
Chegou o momento de falar. Não por gosto, mas por dever. Porque, quando a verdade é distorcida e o meu nome é atirado ao chão por quem sempre viveu de expedientes, o silêncio deixa de ser uma virtude.
Today, in defence of my honour:
The time has come to speak out. Not because I want to, but because I must. Because when the truth is distorted and my name is dragged through the mud by those who have always lived by their wits, silence ceases to be a virtue.
First of all, I would like to clarify how the most popular posts of the month work here on the blog. What appears in the sidebar – on the computer – is not my choice. I am not the one who chooses what to highlight. What appears there is pure statistics, i.e. the posts most read by blog readers in the last month. It's the clicks, the visits, the hits, everything is recorded and sorted by the platform where this blog is hosted. There is no mystery or manipulation by me.
Caluniar ou ofender os outros com base em mentiras nunca fez parte de mim. Fazer jogo sujo, muito menos. Coincidências existem - e eu que o diga - só que não vou moldar a minha vida para caber no desconforto efabulado dos outros. Já me chateei com um familiar para poupar o incómodo de terceiros. Não volto a fazê-lo. A minha consciência está tranquila. Não ando de casa em casa, nem ao telefone a desacreditar quem quer que seja. Vivo a minha vida, com transparência, integridade e verdade.
Slandering or offending others based on lies has never been part of who I am. Playing dirty, even less so. Coincidences exist – and I should know – but I'm not going to mould my life to fit the imagined discomfort of others. I've already upset a family member to spare others the inconvenience. I won't do it again. My conscience is clear. I don't go from house to house or on the phone discrediting anyone. I live my life with transparency, honesty and truth.
Once again, anyone who doesn't like the content of my blog is absolutely free not to visit it. No one is obliged to read what I write. This is getting ridiculous! But, as a final act of patience, but also out of respect for myself: Enough of letting quiet voices try to drown out what is clear. My honour, my truth and the decent person I have always been are intact. Those who try to attack me with completely nonsensical stories only reveal their own lack of honour! I, who refused to sleep with a man in exchange for a job and preferred to continue serving coffee, was now going to waste my time with meaningless games! You are not the last cookie in the package!
Look: Zara
Como banda sonora deste post, escolhi a canção "Human" de Rag'n'Bone Man. É uma canção poderosa, um grito honesto de alguém que está a ser injustamente acusado, responsabilizado por problemas, erros e frustações que não lhe pertecem. O refrão resume tudo:
"Não ponhas a tua culpa em mim"
É uma canção sobre humanidade, somos todos falíveis, imperfeitos, mas ninguém deve carregar nos ombros culpas alheias e os erros dos outros. Eu não sou perfeita, mas sou verdadeira e não sou culpada do que me acusam. Distorcer os factos é algo que não me assiste. As pessoas devem olhar-se no espelho. Eu não posso começar a viver com pinças, nem fazer o que sempre fiz, só porque agora alguém se incomoda, ou se sente desconfortável comigo a viver a minha vida, como sempre a vivi! Que paranóia esta!
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As the soundtrack for this post, I chose the song ‘Human’ by Rag'n'Bone Man. It is a powerful song, a honest cry from someone who is being unfairly accused, blamed for problems, mistakes and frustrations that are not his fault. The chorus sums it all up:
‘Don't put your blame on me’
It is a song about humanity, we are all fallible, imperfect, but no one should carry the guilt of others and the mistakes of others on their shoulders. I am not perfect, but I am true and I'm not guilty of what I am accused of. Distorting the facts is not something that suits me. People should look in the mirror. I can't start living with kid gloves, or stop doing what I've always done, just because now someone is bothered or feels uncomfortable with me living my life the way I've always lived it! How paranoid is that!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=teLsjfFEGLw
Olá! sejam bem-vindos ao mais fantástico post dos Looks d... Santo António! O quê?? Sim, leram bem! Hoje é dia de Santo António! O primeiro dos santos populares! Este ano, aqui no blog, com muita alegria e tradição. Música, cheiro a sardinha assada e muitos manjericos (a planta que tenho na mão)! É também noite das marchas populares (danças populares) cada marcha conta uma história e há uma competição entre os bairros lisboetas pela melhor marcha que desfila na avenida. As dançarinas vestem saias coloridas e muito rodadas, adorno na cabeça e, claro, o seu inseparável manjerico. Este ano inspirei-me nestas mulheres vibrantes e criei 5 looks dedicados a elas. Cada look carrega um pouco do brilho das marchas e da tradição desta noite mágica! Espero que gostem!
Hello! Welcome to the most fantastic post of Looks o... Saint Anthony! What?? Yes, you read that right! Today is Saint Anthony's Day! The first of the popular saints! This year, here on the blog, with lots of joy and tradition. Music, the smell of grilled sardines and lots of basil (the plant I have in my hand)! It's also the night of the popular marches (popular dances), each march tells a story and there is a competition between Lisbon's neighbourhoods for the best march that parades down the avenue. The dancers wear colourful, full skirts, head ornament and, of course, their inseparable basil plant. This year, I was inspired by these vibrant women and created five looks dedicated to them. Each look carries a little of the sparkle of the marches and the tradition of this magical night! I hope you like them!
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Qual o vosso look favorito? Contem-me tudo nos comentários, estou curiosa para saber!!
Every year, I write a Prayer to Saint Anthony, in the form of verses with playful humour, very typical of this time of year. This Prayer has not been translated into English, because there are rhymes that only make sense in Portuguese. As this saint is famous for being a matchmaker, girls - and boys too - entrust him with their most secret requests. So, if we ask with faith, the saint will help us find love, or at least a good story to tell. Did I ask the saint for a boyfriend this year? Who knows... maybe he's already on his way, disguised as marches, sardines and basil plants!😁
ORAÇÃO A SANTO ANTÓNIO
Olá! Sejam bem-vindos quem vier por bem! Recentemente, li uma notícia que me deixou perplexa: uma mulher ganhou 61 mil euros num casino online, mas o prémio não foi imediatamente creditado na sua conta. No dia seguinte, esta mulher recebe um telefonema da própria plataforma online, a informá-la que o valor do prémio a pagar seria inferior ao que efectivamente tinha ganho. Foi, ainda, ameaçada caso não aceitasse. Já captei a vossa atenção com esta história?
Hello! Welcome to all who come in peace! I recently read a news story that left me perplexed: a woman won €61,000 at an online casino, but the prize was not immediately credited to her account. The next day, this woman received a call from the online platform itself, informing her that the prize amount to be paid would be less than what she had actually won. She was even threatened if she did not accept. Have I caught your attention with this story
This case is a warning about the dangers associated with online gambling, which, despite becoming increasingly popular, continues to be shrouded in suspicion regarding the protection of those who gamble! I don't know if you've noticed, but after 10 p.m. on national television, advertisements for online casinos dominate, with appealing messages and promises of easy prizes. I think it's becoming an ethical problem, because younger people are more exposed and vulnerable to these aggressive marketing campaigns!
I think it's not enough to just warn people to gamble responsibly. Effective regulation and digital literacy education are needed. We urgently need to rethink how online gambling is being promoted! This woman's story is an example of how this industry is not transparent. A simple pastime cannot profit from the vulnerability of others. Are you guys gamers?
Be careful. The game begins when you think you're in control. And often it's already too late! As the soundtrack for this post, I chose Sting's famous song, “Shape of My Heart.” It's not a romantic song, as the title might lead us to believe. The lyrics are about a card player who doesn't play for money, but to try to understand the hidden meaning of destiny and life! But beware of the hidden risks of the game; the traps are well set and legalized.
Olá! Sejam bem-vindos a mais um fabuloso post dos Looks da Semana! Em Portugal, o mês de Junho é sinónimo de festa, tradição e alegria. É o mês dos Santos Populares - Santo António, São João e São Pedro - três figuras da religiosidade popular! Durante todo o mês, muitas cidades e vilas portuguesas celebram feriados municipais associadas a cada santo, reforçando o carácter local destas festividades. É um tempo de folia, de reencontros, de danças, com as famosas marchas populares que duram até de madrugada e do orgulho nacional nestas tradições populares. Junho, é sem dúvida um mês de diversão do povo português e come-se as famosas sardinhas portuguesas! Por isso, apresento vos 5 looks que poderiam muito bem ser looks para vestir nestas festividades loucas, muito charme, conforto e alegria para as festas populares, porque não há tempo a perder com a roupa, nesta época animada do ano! Inspirem-se!
Hello, welcome to another fabulous post from Looks of the Week! In Portugal, the month of June is synonymous with celebration, tradition, and joy. It is the month of the Popular Saints—Saint Anthony, Saint John, and Saint Peter—three figures of popular religiosity! Throughout the month, many Portuguese cities and towns celebrate municipal holidays associated with each saint, reinforcing the local character of these festivities. It is a time of revelry, reunions, dancing, with the famous popular marches that last until dawn, and national pride in these popular traditions. June is undoubtedly a month of great fun from the Portuguese people and you can eat the famous Portuguese sardines! So, I present to you 5 looks that could very well be outfits to wear during these crazy festivities, with lots of charm, comfort, and joy for the popular festivals, because there's no time to waste on clothes during this lively time of year! Get inspired!
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TERÇA / TUESDAY
Este ano, o jumpsuit não é muito tendência, mas isso não é razão suficiente para não vestir os que tenho no meu closet, até porque é uma peça muito confortável e leve para os dias de calor, em especial, estes dias de festa dos santos populares!
This year, jumpsuits aren't very trendy, but that's no reason not to wear the ones I have in my closet, especially since they're so comfortable and light for hot days, particularly during these popular saints' festivals!
QUINTA / THURSDAY
SEXTA / FRIDAY
Em 2020, este vestido entrou para o meu closet. É também um vestido "pandémico"! Para lhe retirar essa aura de negatividade, sugiro-o para um look dos Santos Populares. O padrão floral é muito comum nas roupas desta época festiva!
In 2020, this dress joined my wardrobe. It is also a “pandemic” dress! To remove its aura of negativity, I suggest wearing it for a Popular Saints look. The floral pattern is very common in clothing for this festive season!
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Qual o vosso look favorito? Contem-me tudo nos comentários, estou curiosa para saber!!
CARTA ABERTA A UM MUNDO LOUCO
OPEN LETTER TO A MAD WORLD
1 June 2025
World Children's Day
The World Children's Day It's a date I can't help but mark for several reasons. For me, this day is one of memory and pain: it was my dear grandmother's birthday. She passed away when I was only 8 years old, and her death was a shock and a trauma in my life. No child should ever have to feel the pain of losing someone they love. But, unfortunately, this pain is felt by thousands of children around the world.
Então, escrevo não só pela criança que eu fui, mas por todas as crianças que estão, neste exacto momento, a viver horrores que nenhum adulto deveria sequer conhecer. Crianças a morrer à fome em Gaza. Crianças orfãs na Ucrânia. Crianças perdidas em Angola. Crianças esquecidas, descartadas, ignoradas. Não importa a sua nacionalidade, a sua etnia, a sua religião. São CRIANÇAS. Ponto final.So, I write not only for the child I once was, but for all the children who, at this very moment, are experiencing horrors that no adult should ever have to know. Children starving in Gaza. Orphaned children in Ukraine. Lost children in Angola. Children forgotten, discarded, ignored. It doesn't matter what their nationality, ethnicity or religion is. They are CHILDREN. Period.
This is what we should be outraged about. This is what should make us deeply ashamed. Our silence is complicit. No child should see their parents die, their siblings disappear, their home destroyed. No child should know the sound of bombs before they know the sound of innocent laughter.
Falo com conhecimento de causa, mesmo que seja apenas uma sombra da dor real: sofro de intolerâncias alimentares. A privação alimentar faz parte da minha vida. Sei o que é sentir fome e não poder comer. Mas o que eu sinto é uma gota, comparada com um oceano de sofrimento de quem não tem absolutamente nada. Um dia. E outro. E outro. Até à morte. Lentamente.
I speak from experience, even if it is only a shadow of the real pain: I suffer from food intolerances. Food deprivation is part of my life. I know what it is like to feel hungry and not be able to eat. But what I feel is a drop in the ocean compared to the suffering of those who have absolutely nothing. One day. And another. And another. Until death. Slowly.
Enquanto isso, nós - sociedade confortável - enfiamos a cabeça na areia. Fingimos que não vemos. Que não sabemos. Que não ouvimos. Mas cada vez que falamos, cada vez que escrevemos, que gritamos, que denunciamos, é uma voz a mais contra a indiferença.
Meanwhile, we – comfortable society – bury our heads in the sand. We pretend we don't see. That we don't know. That we don't hear. But every time we speak, every time we write, every time we shout, every time we denounce, it is one more voice against indifference.
Vamos usar os nossos blogs. O instagram. A rua. Os jornais. As escolas. As Universidades. O Parlamento. As várias Igrejas/religiões. Sim, as várias Igrejas! Não para se ocuparem com banalidades, maledicências e intrigas. As várias Igrejas não podem ser um lugar de julgamentos sem defesa, de processos de intenções feitos nas sombras. Isso é o que Netanyahu faz: julga, condena e mata, sem pedir licença, sem ouvir ninguém. E isso é tudo o que Deus não é.
Let's use our blogs. Instagram. The streets. Newspapers. Schools. Universities. Parliament. The various churches/religions. Yes, the various churches! Not to concern themselves with trivialities, slander and intrigues. The various churches cannot be a place of judgement without defense, of trials of intent carried out in the shadows. That is what Netanyahu does: he judges, condemns and kills, without asking permission, without listening to anyone. And that is everything that God is not.
Deus está com os que sofrem, com os desprotegidos, com os inocentes, com os que morrem de fome e de medo. Deus não está ao serviço da mentira, nem de perseguições enquanto à sangue a correr nas ruas, nos escombros! Deus está ao serviço da verdade e da compaixão!
God is with those who suffer, with the unprotected, with the innocent, with those who die of hunger and fear. God is not at the service of lies, nor of persecution while blood flows in the streets, in the rubble! God is at the service of truth and compassion!
Agora não venham dizer que não sabiam. Que não veem as notícias. A verdade está escancarada diante os nossos olhos. E a pergunta que fica é simples e brutal: Como está a vossa consciência?
PS: Estas crianças, as que sobreviverem, não irão à escola, não terão um recreio para brincar e serem felizes, não terão accesso a educação, saúde, não terão uma casa, nem família que as acolha... não terão um futuro senão o TERRORISMO! 😭
Now don't say you didn't know. That you don't watch the news. The truth is staring us right in the face. And the question that remains is simple and brutal: How clear is your conscience?
With indignation, pain and hope
Marisa Cavaleiro Torres
PS: These children, those who survive, will not go to school, they will not have a playground to play and be happy, will not have access to education or healthcare, will not have a home or a family to take them in... they will have no future other than TERRORISM! 😭
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Banda sonora desta carta aberta, a canção "Mad World" de Gary Jules.
The soundtrack to this open letter is the song ‘Mad World’ by Gary Jules.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5wyDKY3L3oM
Depois de 2025 anos a crucificar Jesus, perdoai-lhes Senhor, pois eles continuam a não saber o que fazem!
After 2025 years, crucifying Jesus, forgive them, Lord, for they still do not know what they are doing!