To start this post, I have to tell you that my not-so-holy little hometown lost some of its population about 15 years ago. The young people left for the cities in search of better and more job opportunities. They also left because anyone from a village suffers from the stigma of being a villager—or of being from the sticks! As if that were derogatory! But anyway!
So, with no new homes being built, young people leaving, and a high mortality rate among the elderly, the houses were left to their own devices. Until, about three years ago, the situation turned around! Many young couples—and some not-so-young ones—began looking for homes here in my little corner of the world as if they’d discovered a diamond mine—well, not a mine, but perhaps a Midas touch!
That’s when a rush to buy and renovate homes began, while others were rented out. The population has grown; there’s more activity on the streets, more children in school, and local businesses have also benefited from this population increase! It seems they’ve found the Promised Land—well, not quite, but almost—I don’t know where these people are from, but I must tell you that they’re strange and have strange habits! The habits of spies, I’d say without a doubt!
As I was saying, they act like spies—they know everything about their neighbors, while we know nothing about them. I mean, I don’t know anything—I’m just speaking for myself! What’s certain is that this not-so-holy little town of mine, compared to Casablanca during the war, is a huge breeding ground for Asian wasps—ready to sting me with their venom!!!!
One question must be asked: Why has Santana—one of the poorest parishes in the municipality and also one of the farthest from the city—suddenly become a magnet for outsiders, who, unlike those who live here, easily find jobs? So many questions and so few answers—or perhaps I simply don’t want to provide them—but I know very well why my not-so-holy little town has become a star of the real estate market!
As the soundtrack for this post, I chose the band Placebo and their song “Surrounded by Spies,” whose lyrics seem to have been written by someone troubled by the persecution they’re facing. How original! I’d even say that I’m the one surrounded by spies—I don’t tell any lies, I’m just not mentally disturbed. I know full well what truth I’m defending: the impunity that runs rampant in the streets of this not-so-holy little town and the lies they want to impose. Let’s just say the church has been making major investments in Santana!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSOvtmhXuaM&list=RDGMEM6ijAnFTG9nX1G-kbWBUCJA&start_radio=1&rv=oK0Ga2DV54s
Há um crime sem castigo e uma criminosa impune!
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Olá! Bem-vindos, meus caros amigos e leitores! Atentem na seguinte frase:
"Se a vida te der limões, faz uma limonada"
Muitos dizem que é uma frase feita, mas para muitas pessoas é uma realidade vivida. Todos sabemos que a vida tem altos e baixos, é nesses baixos que surgem os "limões", os amargos de boca, as agruras da vida!
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This is to tell you the story of a girl I saw on TV, on a show about justice. The story of her life touched me deeply. Without family or a home, she sums up her past. Now married, she is trying to do the job she always dreamed of, but lemons keep appearing in her life and, according to her story, there have been many!
But moving on, her big lemon right now is that she can't get the job she's always dreamed of. But she flatly refuses to do any other job until she gets the one she's always wanted. In other words, she's not managing to make lemonade, she's going down a winding road that involves financial difficulties.
You have to be resilient at this stage of life, to face difficulties, you have to persevere and reinvent yourself in another activity and prove to yourself that even in the face of the greatest adversity, you can be an inspiration to others in similar circumstances.
Unfortunately, life is not perfect for anyone, and there will always be lemons in everyone's life. What we need is resilience and not to let those bitter lemons define us!
Olá! Bem-vindos meus caros amigos e leitores!
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Hello! Welcome, my dear friends and readers!
This post was inspired by Simulation Theory, according to which what we call ‘reality’ may not be real, but rather a virtual reality, a simulation created by a Higher Intelligence. We would thus be part of an ultra-sophisticated computer programme. This Theory was developed taking into account recent discoveries in the field of Quantum Physics. Horrible, I know!😭
Think with me: what if the human habit of watching television were more than just a distraction, more than an entertainment? But in truth, this screen we watch is a metaphor for the greatest screen of all: God's gaze upon us. We are characters in motion, living, loving, producing, making mistakes, all before an invisible audience. Perhaps the whole world is a great cosmic spectacle, where each life is a distinct channel, each destiny a narrative that unfolds at the same time. And perhaps God is not so far away, but within us - the viewer of this great screen and the protagonist merged into the same person.*
If so, free will is not an illusion. We humans make choices, we walk paths, we decide between Good and Evil, between Light and Shadow. But it is God who breathes in these choices, it is He who reveals Himself in our gestures, in our words, in our silences. When we speak, when we read, when we write, perhaps it is only God's language flowing through our humanity, shaped by the choices we have made. In a raw way, we humans only make choices, everything else is God within us. It is horrible to think that we are so little in this life! A kind of Artificial Intelligence living inside us😭(The distant particle that quantum physics talks about) And so, God builds His Work through us!
And yet, one conviction remains with me: what we experience is not life, but death. A waiting room between different worlds. Because life, true life, cannot be just this, this routine, this world limited by pain, wars, masks. Life, I think, has to be something infinitely greater and more meaningful, it has to have something that transcends the screen where we move. What we call life may be just a shadow, an intermittence, the preparation for an awakening that we do not yet know.
Perhaps this big screen we inhabit is just a projection of a higher reality. Perhaps death, which we fear so much, is just the opening of doors to true Life, where we finally discover who we are and why we exist, when we encounter the particle with which we are entangled: God!
As the soundtrack for this post, I chose a song by my favourite band, Muse, called ‘Simulation Theory.’ This song addresses precisely the hypothesis that we live in a reality controlled by someone, whom I identify as God, who is not the same identity identified in the video - They, supposedly an earthly entity. I consider it a divine entity.
Olá! Como têm passado? Todos os anos, quando chega esta altura, há algo que nunca falha aqui no blog: as fotos nos fardos da palha. Eu já considero esta sessão de fotos como um clássico deste blog. Uma tradição que começou como uma brincadeira e que, com o tempo e os anos a passarem, ganhou significado e não pode faltar nas fotos de Verão!
Hello! How have you been? Every year, when this time of year comes around, there is something that never fails to appear here on the blog: photos on bales of straw. I already consider this photo shoot a classic feature of this blog. A tradition that started as a joke and, over time and as the years have passed, has gained meaning and become an essential part of our summer photos!
I like to think that these bales, scattered randomly across the field, hold more than just straw: they hold stories, memories of everything we have experienced. It is as if, throughout the year, we were sowing small moments, which in the end result in a great harvest of memories. It is a beautiful metaphor, don't you think?
It is this idea that enchants me: realising that, even in the most difficult years, we always have something to reap. An unexpected laugh, a warm hug, a new project, a reunion, an inner discovery. And all of this is stored away, like a harvest, in this annual ritual of photographing among the bales, on fertile ground!
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Every year, with each new session, I am not exactly the same as before. But the setting remains, as a testament to the passage of time. And perhaps that is what I like most about this tradition: remembering that, despite the changes, my essence remains the same!
May these photos be, once again, the result of what I planted, lived and harvested throughout the year: and an invitation to all of us to reflect on what we have also been storing in our memories.