Tenho medo de baratas. Mas é pouco.


Happy Birthday, Fernando Pessoa, born 13 June 1888, died 30 November 1935


  1. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
  2. No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it.
  3. The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people.
  4. If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.
  5. Art consists in making others feel what we feel.
  6. If after I die, people want to write my biography, there is nothing simpler. They only need two dates: the date of my birth and the date of my death. Between one and another, every day is mine.
  7. I’ve never done anything but dream. This, and this alone, has been the meaning of my life. My only real concern has been my inner life.
  8. Whether or not they exist, we’re slaves to the gods.
  9. Wise is he who enjoys the show offered by the world.
  10. To have opinions is to sell out to youself. To have no opinions is to exist. To have every opinion is to be a poet.

Pessoa was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, and philosopher. He is considered a significant literary figure of the 20th century and one of the greatest Portuguese poets. 

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2 days to go… then Porto!

Awesome photographs by dearest friend and gifted photographer, adorable miniature horse and vivacious rainbow of joy, Isabel Sierra

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My first gaming experience got found and cleaned today. I’m so happy :)

Disseram-me assim no Skype.

"Uma fotografia de perfil normal? Ainda por cima todo gato? Não tens isso no facebook?"

Eu disse que não, que não era assim tão superficial. Então meti no Tumblr.

E de um gajo que teima em se vestir sempre de preto tem um guarda chuva bem catita.

I’m back to Madeira. Health issues this time I’m afraid, nothing to worry about.

Well anyway, that’s not what I want to talk about tonight. My brother was all excited because the other day he saw me drawing and he got so happy! “You are drawing again!!” He jumped with joy. I was astonished. (Nobody cares if I draw or not. I have zero talent) He wanted to see me draw, but I only draw at night so he can’t see it. I also said to him “I’m drawing a horse, I don’t think I’ll be able to do one.” He looked at me like younger brothers do and said. “You can draw anything you want!”

I almost gave up. Drawing a horse… I’m not a big fan of drawing animals. But this was special. This one was for someone.

Here in Madeira when I was home in vacation I would usually see from my window a girl riding a horse. One time she stopped right in front of my place and brushed the horse very gently. My mind got curious. What was a girl with that age doing riding a horse like that? I looked at her and wondered.

I’ve been in Madeira for 3 weeks now. I still haven’t seen the girl.

I learned that she is not among us anymore . She used to ride a horse because she had this brain tumor. That sort of activity is said to help… I’ve heard about it, but still…

So… With no further words to add to this situation… This one is for you.

I’ll remember.


November 16, 1985 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986