"O bater de asas de uma borboleta pode provocar um furacão do outro lado do mundo"
“The flutter of a butterfly's wings can trigger a hurricane on the other side of the world”
Let’s take a closer look at the name of the shopping center, “Soul Shopping,” and consider how we might interpret the combination of these two words. On the one hand, the word “Soul” evokes something sacred. For Catholics, every human being is endowed with a soul and is destined for eternal bliss. In Spiritism (I find this interpretation more accurate), the soul is the incarnated spirit; the soul survives the body and, in each life, continues to improve until it reaches perfection. From this point on, the soul will no longer incarnate, thus gaining eternal life.
As for the interpretation of modern science, some scientists have been trying to find evidence of the existence and nature of the human soul, but there is still no scientific proof of its existence. Neuroscience and recent discoveries in quantum physics regarding the properties of matter have opened up new avenues for study and the formulation of hypotheses that, until very recently, were mere science fiction theories. Let us say that the study of the human soul focuses on the study of the mind.
As for the other word: “Shopping”—we might ask ourselves how a word that evokes the sacred (Soul) can be paired with another that has such a mundane meaning: a place where people shop, consume, and indulge in trivialities—a place where the human soul is subjected to so many temptations, in short, a place of spiritual ruin! Is this meant to be provocative?
I agree with the consumerist view, not with the view that it leads to the ruin of souls! If we think about it, consumption can be a form of solidarity. How? When we consume, we’re contributing to the economy; we’re paying wages and generating profits for companies; we’re increasing domestic consumption and contributing to the country’s growth. If there are people—or souls—who idolize money and barely eat just to save it and build a mountain of cash in the bank, those people are a disaster for the economy.
I know people are always talking about responsible and mindful consumption, but unfortunately, even responsible consumption isn’t enough to save the planet and restore its balance. You know the environmentalists’ slogan: “There is no Planet B.” So how do we strike this balance? Family incomes and livelihoods versus the environment and ecological balance!
Conclusion: If we want a healthy planet Earth, this must be achieved by reducing the population and consumption. I ask: who wants to go back to the Stone Age? Any volunteers? Don’t give me that nonsense! Because no one is willing to give up their comfort!

Nesta luta pelo planeta qualquer consumo de texteis em Portugal pode provocar um furacão nos Estados Unidos! - Efeito borboleta! Preparem-se para mudar tudo o que vocês são e foram, o planeta B está à distância de um furacão! Como banda sonora deste post escolhi, mais uma vez, uma canção dos Muse: "Butterflies and Hurricanes"!
In this fight for the planet, any purchase of textiles in Portugal could trigger a hurricane in the United States! – The butterfly effect! Get ready to change everything you are and have been—Planet B is just a hurricane away! As the soundtrack for this post, I’ve chosen, once again, a song by Muse: “Butterflies and Hurricanes”!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nG1sMfOOvUk&list=RDnG1sMfOOvUk&start_radio=1
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)

É com enorme desilusão que vivo este dia de mentira e engano! Se houve um dia em que eu própria quis fazer um novo 25 de Abril, isto quando eu ainda achava que era possível!
It is with profound disappointment that I experience this day of lies and deceit! If there was ever a time when I myself wanted to create a new April 25th—back when I still believed it was possible!
Agora e depois, do que vivi, senti e aprendi tenho muitas dúvidas sobre esta madrugada que transformaria o país. Muito mudou, mas a mordaça e paradoxalmente a bufaria continuam, agora de forma invisível. O medo continua. A hipoteca da casa e dos carros são agora usadas para escravizar o povo sem algemas visíveis. O medo de perder a casa, os carros, os colégios dos filhos, A bufaria, para quem não se submete a uma escravidão hipotecária, faz fila na porta dos chefes. Festejem, festejem este dia de subserviência pois sois escravos sem saber!
Now, after what I have lived through, felt, and learned, I have many doubts about this dawn that was supposed to transform the country. Much has changed, but the gag and, paradoxically, the intimidation continue, now in an invisible form. The fear remains. Mortgages on homes and cars are now used to enslave the people without visible shackles. The fear of losing one’s home, cars, and children’s schools. The sniping—for those who do not submit to mortgage slavery—lines up at the bosses’ doors. Celebrate, celebrate this day of subservience, for you are slaves without even knowing it!

Esta madrugada, cujos intervenientes foram meros actores de algo que já estava previamente encenado e os heróis escolhidos, foi apenas um baralhar de jogo e voltar a dar. São sempre os mesmos qualquer que seja o regime, acreditem! A escravidão continua e a mordaça também. A tirania do Estado , dito agora democrático, perante os seus cidadãos continua, mas de uma forma mais refinada, subtil ou invísivel se querem dito desta forma!
This early morning, in which the participants were mere actors in a play that had already been scripted and the heroes chosen, was nothing more than shuffling the deck and dealing the cards again. It’s always the same people, no matter the regime—believe me! Slavery continues, and so does the gag. The tyranny of the state—now called democratic—toward its citizens continues, but in a more refined, subtle, or even invisible way, if you will!

As the soundtrack for this post, which reveals my deep disappointment with my country, I’ve chosen a foreign song. On a day like this, I should have chosen a Portuguese singer, but since the new generation of Portuguese singers are the ones whose parents drove them to and from school, they know little about life; just a few greenhouse flowers, then. they’re a bit numb or domed, as Muse sings in the song “The Handler”!
A tile mural created by students from schools in Montemor-o-Velho, finally revealing the source of my big disappointment!
"I won't let you control my feelings anymore
And I will no longer do as I am told
And I am no longer afraid to walk alone
Let me go, let me be
I am escaping from your grip
You will never own me again, yeah, yeah"
Há um crime sem castigo e uma criminosa impune!
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)
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
Tradução: DeepL.com (free version)
Olá! Bem-vindos, meus caros amigos e leitores! Como já devem ter percebido, hoje não há looks da Semana! Oh! Eu sei que vocês adoram, mas esta semana foi-me completamente impossível! Porquê? Por várias razões, que eu passo já a explicar!
Hello! Welcome, my dear friends and readers! As you may have noticed, there are no outfits of the week today! Oh! I know you love them, but this week it was completely impossible for me! Why? For several reasons, which I will explain now!
I don't know if you've noticed, but the blog has been getting a lot of views, with some days seeing over 150,000 hits. The curious thing is that these visits are mainly for posts from 2018 and not for the most recent posts. I won't deny that I would like to reach 2 million hits; that's actually the blog's goal for this year. There are about two and a half months left until the end of the year. Do you think I'll make it?
I wish you a happy weekend!














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