Hoje, dia 9 de Março de 2026, o nosso Presidente da Republica, Prof. Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa, cessa as suas funções presidenciais, seguindo-lhe o novo Presidente eleito democraticamente, António José Seguro. Quando um Presidente cessa funções é encomendado um retrato oficial do Presidente para ser exposto na galeria dos retratos no Museu da Presidência. Cada Presidente escolhe o artista plástico para realizar essa obra.
Today, March 9, 2026, our President of the Republic, Prof. Marcelo Rebelo de Sousa, steps down from his presidential duties, followed by the newly democratically elected President, António José Seguro. When a President leaves office, an official portrait of the President is commissioned to be displayed in the portrait gallery at the Museum of the Presidency. Each President chooses the artist to create this work.
President Marcelo chose a painter who comes from the streets, an urban artist who started out doing graffiti and now has street art works all over the world. Initially, this artist refused the commission, I think because he felt that his urban and protest art did not fit in with this type of work. He ended up accepting without charging a penny, only that the value of the portrait be spent on works by emerging artists. This urban artist is called Vhils!
On this day of farewell, I would like to publicly praise your two terms in office, won by significant margins – the President of affection, as you became known – but I cannot do so! A President who swears to uphold and enforce the Portuguese Constitution, and who breaks that oath every day for 10 years, cannot leave with his head held high and slam the door without a serious problem of conscience. I don't know if you suffer from occasional insomnia, but there is an excellent medicine for that on TV, but it is my wish that it has no effect!
What I would really like, President Marcelo, is to have a sword, one of those from the movie Star Wars, a lightsaber, and cut you in half and then hang you upside down on the door of your law school with the inscription: OPAAC (The President Assassinated the Constitution). For a professor of law, I think in my innocence that I would never have to remind such a person of the chapter on the rights, freedoms, and guarantees of citizens, you know, Marcelo, those rules that you violated every day while you were president! You know that place? That's the one!
Como banda sonora deste post escolhi a canção dos Muse "Ruled by Secrecy". Presidente Marcelo, limpe o sangue das suas mãos porque eu nunca entenderei qualquer que seja a explicação. Qualquer. Nunca!
As the soundtrack for this post, I chose Muse's song “Ruled by Secrecy.” President Marcelo, wash the blood from your hands, because I will never understand any explanation. Any. Never!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VhNDpbpyIRo&list=RDVhNDpbpyIRo&start_radio=1
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Olá! Bem-vindos! Está a chover, a tempestade Ingrid está a instalar-se. Não dá para sair de casa. Sinto-me nostálgica e a vontade de fazer algo de produtivo anda próximo de zero! Para além de um chá quentinho, a minha vontade é de fazer uma viagem no tempo. Mas como? Já sei! Vou fazer várias viagens no tempo na minha caixa de fotos antigas, sabem aquelas fotos que ainda não conheciam a era digital? São essas mesmo! Mal eu sabia que a fotografia ía ser tão importante na minha vida!
Hello! Welcome! It's raining, storm Ingrid is setting in. It's impossible to leave the house. I'm feeling nostalgic and my desire to do something productive is close to zero! Apart from a hot cup of tea, I feel like taking a trip back in time. But how? I know! I'm going to take several trips back in time with my box of old photos, you know, those photos from before the digital age? That's right! I had no idea that photography would become so important in my life!
Quero apresentar-vos o meu pet mais fofinho que tive: o meu cão Bolinhas, que nesta altura estará no céu dos cães. Foi um cão muito mimado e onde vivo foi o 1º cão a viver dentro de casa e a ser tratado como um verdadeiro pet. À época fomos muito criticados por isso, pois até aí os cães viviam fora de casa e, a sua função consistia, apenas, fazer a guarda da casa.
I would like to introduce you to the cutest pet I ever had: my dog Bolinhas, who is now in dog heaven. He was a very spoilt dog and was the first dog to live indoors and be treated like a real pet where I live. At the time, we were heavily criticised for this, as until then dogs lived outside the house and their only job was to guard the house.
My young Bolinhas, in the first photo, and in the second, a few months before going to doggy heaven!
This is probably my favourite photo. I was about 35 years old and going through my most revolutionary period. I call this photo Marisa Lion and I have a large print of it on the wall of my living room. It's not just a photo, but everything I was at the time: a warrior!
The beginnings of my revolutionary period are evident in these photos. This is a student demonstration, around 1990/1, in front of the Assembly of the Republic. We were fighting against the increase in university tuition fees. These photos must have remained in my subconscious, because later I embroidered, in cross-stitch, a large demonstration in that same place, and I have already told the story here.
My dream was to be a platinum blonde, lol, and I went for it, but it went wrong, my hair couldn't take the damage, but it's still my dream! Lol!
I also really like this photo, it represents Marisa the professional. This photo was printed on all the letters I wrote, whether to apply for jobs, to make complaints, or even to report abuses of power!
And last but not least, this is perhaps the most mysterious photo I have ever taken of myself. I think I managed to capture my soul, perhaps what is called psychography in photography.
I hope you enjoyed this journey through time via my photographs. So much time has passed and so much to say and learn!
Story of my life!
A música que escolhi é talvez a psicografia da minha vida. De uma forma simples a psicografia é o fenómeno pelo qual uma inteligência superior, ou Deus, ou um computador, como na Teoria da Simulação, que "ditam" como se a pessoa que está a escrever estivesse a ler um teleponto, ou a escrever o que essas entidades lhes ditam. Eu acho que quando o David Fonseca escreveu esta canção: "Someone that cannot love" encontrava-se neste estado transcendental!
The song I chose is perhaps the psychography of my life. In simple terms, psychography is the phenomenon whereby a higher intelligence, or God, or a computer, as in Simulation Theory, “dictates” as if the person writing were reading from a teleprompter, or writing what these entities dictate to them. I think that when David Fonseca wrote this song, ‘Someone that cannot love,’ he was in this transcendental state!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ez-CQRpZ4BQ&list=RDez-CQRpZ4BQ&start_radio=1
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Translation: Santana, our homeland
Ambos os grupos organizados mostram-se agora alinhados e fazem desta vítima - de abuso emocional e psicológico - numa vilã que não merece respeito algum. Invertem-se os papéis, a vítima de abuso é agora a má da fita e os provocadores são as vítimas. É agora tempo de criar uma grande ilusão aos olhos de toda a comunidade, um estado ilusório paranóico. Estes 2 grupos vão agora recrutar pessoas para atacarem essa pessoa, que foi humilhada anos a fio. São recrutadas todo o tipo de pessoas, descrevem-na como mal educada, desequilibrada, doente mental. A recruta de pessoas passa por familiares e pessoas sem escrúpulos! Tudo isto é feito para ferir e provocar dor psicológica nessa pessoa. E essas pessoas aceitam fazer este jogo em troca de favores, empregos, dinheiro!
Both organized groups are now aligned and have turned this victim of emotional and psychological abuse into a villain who deserves no respect. The roles are reversed: the victim of abuse is now the bad guy, and the provocateurs are the victims. It is now time to create a grand illusion in the eyes of the entire community, an illusory state of paranoia. These two groups will now recruit people to attack this person, who has been humiliated for years. All kinds of people are recruited, describing her as rude, unbalanced, mentally ill. The recruitment of people involves family members and unscrupulous individuals! All this is done to hurt and cause psychological pain to this person. And these people agree to play this game in exchange for favors, jobs, money!
É então tempo de criar uma grande mentira sobre essa pessoa e dar o começo ao assassinato de carácter, passam a circular mentiras sobre essa pessoa, calúnias do mais baixo nível, o objectivo está declarado, destruir não só a reputação da pessoa, mas levá-la à loucura e finalmente ao suicídio! É isso mesmo que estão a ler, o objectivo deste grupo organizado é levar a pessoa a cometer SUICÍDIO!!! Mas vocês devem estar curiosos para saber quem é essa pessoa? Sou eu! E porquê, perguntam vocês!
It is then time to create a big lie about that person and begin character assassination. Lies about that person begin to circulate, slander of the lowest order. The goal is clear: to destroy not only the person's reputation, but to drive her to madness and ultimately to suicide! That's right, the goal of this organized group is to drive the person to commit SUICIDE!!! But you must be curious to know who that person is? It's me! And why, you ask!
Porque como eu resisti a todos os golpes baixos, mesmo os vindo de familiares, como não conseguiram silenciar-me e nem eu me suicidei, como nada disso aconteceu, a guerra psicolóigica continua. Isto tudo porque eu sei de um crime que foi cometido contra a minha pessoa e que envolve insituições seculares e muito poderosas de Portugal. Se este crime vier a público será um escândalo nacional. E dos grandes!! Com tudo isto mais mentiras vão circular sobre mim e mais pessoas serão recrutadas para o jogo psicológico paranóico, a grande ilusão. Querem me descompensar e atacar a minha auto-estima. Este jogo ilusório é tão preverso que tudo significa o contrário do que o que realmente é. Por exemplo, as pessoas combinam-se para me dizer que estou muito linda, parece um elogio, mas não é! Significa o contrário, significa és horrível, feia!
Because I resisted all the dirty tricks, even those coming from family members, because they failed to silence me and I didn't commit suicide, because none of that happened, the psychological warfare continues. All this because I know about a crime that was committed against me and that involves secular and very powerful institutions in Portugal. If this crime becomes public, it will be a national scandal. And a big one! With all this, more lies will circulate about me and more people will be recruited for the paranoid psychological game, the great illusion. They want to destabilize me and attack my self-esteem. This illusory game is so perverse that everything means the opposite of what it really is. For example, people agree to tell me that I am very beautiful. It seems like a compliment, but it is not! It means the opposite, it means you are horrible, ugly!
Agora imaginem milhentos destes jogos preversos e ilusórios. Tenho vergonha das gentes da minha terra, que até tem nome de uma santa - Santana, Santa+Ana - Para além disso tenho vergonha do meu país, sim, porque este jogo paranóico não saiu da cabeça destas gentes pacatas da minha terra, mas foram instruídas por essas intituições seculares, não fazia ideia que numa democracia ocidental se praticavam estes métodos tipo China! Que grande desilusão a minha! Mas os muros vão cair e, a VERDADE vai surgir. Ai vai!
Now imagine thousands of these perverse and illusory games. I am ashamed of the people of my homeland, which even has the name of a saint—Santana, Saint+Anne. Beyond that, I am ashamed of my country, yes, because this paranoid game did not come from the minds of these quiet people of my homeland, but they were instructed by these secular institutions. I had no idea that in a Western democracy, methods like those used in China were practiced! What a disillusionment for me! But the walls will come down and the TRUTH will emerge. Oh yes, it will!
SANTANA és uma vergonha, tens o nome manchado de sangue, tu testemunhas as minhas dores e razões, mas quando os muros caírem o sangue será vosso! Tal como cantam os Muse nesta canção "The City of delusion", que é a banda sonora deste post! Pensem santanenses, porquê uma vingança contra uma pessoa dura há tanto tempo? O que querem tanto esconder? O que eu sei tão grave, que uma aldeia inteira tem de participar neste atentado silencioso à minha pessoa. Pensem santanenses!
SANTANA, you are a disgrace, your name is stained with blood, you witness my pain and my reasons, but when the walls come down, the blood will be yours! As Muse sings in this song, “The City of Delusion,” which is the soundtrack to this post! Think about it, people of Santana, why seek revenge against one person for so long? What do you want to hide so badly? What do I know that is so serious that an entire village has to participate in this silent attack on me? Think about it, people of Santana!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4pDD0lwAlE&list=RDA4pDD0lwAlE&start_radio=1
Porque é que símbolos religiosos foram, inclusivamente, utilizados para me fazer guerra psicológica? Será que a Igreja Católica é uma dessas instituições envolvidas nesta crime organizado contra a minha pessoa? Pensem! Porque me perseguem desta maneira? Porque o que eu sei é muito, mas muito, grave! Não sei como conseguem dormir à noite!
Why were religious symbols even used to wage psychological warfare against me? Could the Catholic Church be one of the institutions involved in this organized crime against me? Think about it! Why are they persecuting me like this? Because what I know is very, very serious! I don't know how you guys manage to sleep at night!
Pedro Santana Lopes - Mayor of this disgrace!