Olá! Bem-vindos meus caros amigos e leitores. Como têm passado? Neste post, vou alertar-vos para um perigo invisível. Então, vivemos numa era em que as redes sociais, em especial o Facebook, deixaram de ser apenas espaços de partilha de momentos e conversas com amigos. Hoje, o que vemos no nosso feed já não resulta da nossa procura, mas da poderosa Inteligência Artificial que decide, silenciosamente, o que devemos ver. Esta máquina não apenas conhece os nossos gostos, mas também os nossos receios - e é justamente aí que reside todo o perigo.
Hello! Welcome, my dear friends and readers. How have you been? In this post, I am going to warn you about an invisible danger. We live in an era where social media, especially Facebook, is no longer just a place to share moments and conversations with friends. Today, what we see in our feed is no longer the result of our searches, but of powerful Artificial Intelligence that silently decides what we should see. This machine not only knows our tastes, but also our fears — and that is precisely where the danger lies.
If we are not careful, we run the risk of living in a filtered reality, tailored to manipulate opinions, behaviours and even emotions. It is urgent to realise that not everything that appears to us is spontaneous; often, it is a reflection of interests that are not our own.
But now let's change the subject! Let's put aside manipulation and distorted reality and focus on something that brings us lightness: inspiration. I leave you with a wonderful look that carries only good vibes and a feeling of freedom, because fashion, unlike algorithms, should liberate us and not attack us!
Olá, meus caros leitores e amigos, como têm passado? Tenho sentido, nos últimos tempos, que tentaram tirar-me aquilo que tenho mais puro e valioso: a minha sanidade e o meu sorriso. É como se, de repente, me tivessem lançado uma maldição, como se tivessem tentado apagar o meu brilho.
Hello, dear readers and friends, how have you been? Lately, I have felt that someone has been trying to take away what is most pure and valuable to me: my sanity and my smile. It's as if, suddenly, they had cast a spell on me, as if they had tried to extinguish my sparkle.
Resolvi ou decidi todos os dias sorrir, um sorriso de verdade: daqueles que nascem dentro de nós, iluminam o olhar e sobretudo que nos lembram porque a vida merece continuar a ser vivida. Até porque uma blogger que não sorria, não está a ajudar ou a dar esperança a quem lê com carinho.
I decided to smile every day, a genuine smile: one that comes from within, lights up your eyes and, above all, reminds us why life is worth living. After all, a blogger who doesn't smile isn't helping or giving hope to those who read my posts with affection.
Life is a gift, even when it doesn't seem like it. It is on dark days that we realise the value of a ray of sunshine. It is in heavy silence that we learn to listen to what really matters. We must take a deep breath, untie the knots we have created in our rush to please, and release the weight we have tied to our feet. Weight that was not ours, but empty criticism, the expectations of others, frustrations projected onto me.
Haters vou sempre ter. É o preço inevitável de me expor, de partilhar num blog, fotos, palavras. Mas percebo, cada vez mais, que os haters não falem de mim - falam das suas próprias dores, inseguranças e medos. A vida é demasiado curta para me distrair com isso. Prefiro gastar a minha energia a criar, a viver, a inspirar quem realmente gosta de mim.I will always have haters. It is the inevitable price of exposing myself, of sharing photos and words on a blog. But I realise, more and more, that haters are not talking about me - they are talking about their own pain, insecurities and fears. Life is too short to be distracted by that. I prefer to spend my energy creating, living, inspiring those who really like me.
A vida surpreende-nos sempre pelas pessoas que coloca no nosso caminho: umas para nos desafiar, outras para nos levantar, outras para nos derrubar e a na minha vida foram muitas. Eu acredito que o tempo é o melhor filtro: ele acaba sempre por revelar quem fica connosco, quem nos dá a mão, quem realmente importa.
Life always surprises us with the people it puts in our path: some to challenge us, others to lift us up, others to knock us down, and there have been many in my life. I believe that time is the best filter: it always ends up revealing who stays with us, who gives us a hand, who really matters.
Agora, tudo o que quero é voltar a olhar para as minhas fotos com orgulho, ver não apenas a roupa que escolhi, mas que cada look conte uma história de coragem e que cada foto seja mais do que uma imagem bonita, tenha alma!
Now, all I want is to look back at my photos with pride, to see not only the clothes I chose, but I want each look to tell a story of courage and each photo to be more than just a pretty picture, but to have soul!
Em primeiro lugar, quero sorrir para mim, porque esse sorriso ninguém me pode tirar - o que nasce do amor próprio, da aceitação das minhas cicatrizes e da gratidão pelo caminho percorrido. E esse sorriso é para vos inspirar, só assim tudo faz sentido. Porque no fim, partilhar não é só mostrar quem somos, é lembrar a quem nos lê que também pode escolher recomeçar, também pode escolher sorrir. Então, o meu sorriso está de volta. Não porque tudo ficou perfeito, mas porque eu decidi não desistir dele.
Firstly, I want to smile at myself, because no one can take that smile away from me – it comes from self-love, from accepting my scars and from gratitude for the path I have been on. And that smile is to inspire you, because only then does everything make sense. Because in the end, sharing is not just about showing who we are, it is about reminding those who read us that they too can choose to start over, they too can choose to smile. So, my smile is back. Not because everything is perfect, but because I decided not to give it up.
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.
Olá! Sejam muito bem-vindos quem vier por bem! Hoje vou falar-vos do assunto do momento! Se vocês acham que já viram tudo, digo-vos que ainda não viram nada! Isto a propósito da última febre de consumo que assolou o planeta! Vocês lembram-se de na nossa infância brincarmos com uns bonecos chamados baby born?
Hello! Welcome to all who come in peace! Today I'm going to talk to you about the topic of the moment! If you think you've seen it all, I can tell you that you haven't seen anything yet! This is about the latest consumer craze that has swept the planet! Do you remember playing with dolls called Baby Born when we were children?
Pois esses bebés estão de volta, mas agora feitos de forma artesanal, em vinil/silicone, bebés hiper realistas, com cabelo natural, parecem recém nascidos de verdade e custam mais que um iPhone. Até fazem xixi (simulado)!! Estou a falar-vos dos Baby Reborn, a nova geração! A paranóia é mundial, mas em especial está a deixar as mulheres brasileiras loucas! Sim, este fenómeno tomou conta do Brasil.
Well, these babies are back, but now they are handmade from vinyl/silicone, hyper-realistic babies with natural hair, looking like real newborns and costing more than an iPhone. They even pee (simulated)!! I'm talking about Baby Reborn, the new generation! The craze is global, but it's driving Brazilian women especially crazy! Yes, this phenomenon has taken over Brazil.
In this country, influencers – and others – even throw babyshower parties with these dolls. They parade around shopping centres with prams as if they were walking a real newborn. Amazingly, there are even those who use these babies to deal with pregnancy loss. The phenomenon went viral... and controversy ensued! The paranoia is so great that they use these babies to get priority in queues and parking spaces! But there's more, they even take them to the paediatrician! And what's more, they simulate the birth of these reborn babies!!??!!
All this led to the government itself having to intervene. Some policies aim to fine those who take the joke too far. Others defend this business, which has already generated millions of reais in sales in the last year.
Finally, these hyper-realistic babies tell us that affection can manifest itself in many ways. Personally, I think that this exaggerated behaviour reveals many emotional and affectionate needs. One thing is certain: Brazil has never been the same since the Baby Reborn craze! Perhaps Baby Reborn dolls are just that: a modern way of reliving old childhood!
Ontem foram as eleições legislativas em Portugal, à hora que escrevo este post não sei nada àcerca de quem as ganhou! O objectivo destas eleições é escolher o partido ou partidos que irão sustentar um governo e quem será indigitado como Primeiro Ministro! Não posso dizer que a campanha eleitoral tenha sido extraordinária ou muito esclarecedora, acho, isso sim, que nos deram muita música!!
Yesterday were the legislative elections in Portugal, at the time of writing this post I don't know anything about who won them! The purpose of these elections is to choose the party or parties that will support a government and who will be appointed Prime Minister! I can't say that the electoral campaign was extraordinary or very enlightening, but I do think that they gave us a lot of music!!! I don't know if you know what I mean!!!
10 euros is proof that the Portuguese are living on the edge of financial survival!
I hope an ambitious government emerges from these elections, because being the country of a thousand euro salary and 10 euro notes smells a lot like... funeral music!
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