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3. 9. 2020

English Version | Testemunho Magazino

The September issue of Vogue is special. For the first time in the history of the magazine, the theme will be the same in all countries where it is published, and the word “HOPE” will be printed on all of them. That was what they invited me for, to write about hope.

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9. 10. 2020

English Version | The great Mont Blanc adventure: testimony

Alone in a trail that crosses France, Italy and Switzerland, in the biggest mountain of Europe. In silence, without communications, carrying just a tent in my backpack. Nine days of atrocious adventure filled with endless beauty, in the remarkable Mont Blanc trail, the highest mountain of the Alps – and of the European Union. Always against the clockwise, so that time can stand still on the glaciers.

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5. 12. 2020

English Version | Love is: José Couto Nogueira

I’ve seven decades to live, but just like Orlando, the famous Virginia Wolf character that crossed four centuries, I’ve walked through an ancient time where love was mystified, and sex was cursed.

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5. 12. 2020

English Version | Love is: Rui Catalão

I had a happy first love, a second happy love, a third happy love, and so on. Oh well. All my loves could have been happy if I were able to be happy. It so happens that I don’t really know what that love and happiness stuff is all about.

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5. 12. 2020

English Version | Love is: Ana Murcho

If I had ever thought of you, you would have been more gentle, more outgoing, more loving, more tolerant, more fun, more thoughtful, more cheerful, more dreamy, more resilient - more human. You would have dimples in your cheeks from laughing, you would have wrinkles in your arms from hugging so much, you would have shaggy hair from stretching so much - together. But since I never thought of you, since I never imagined you, the image you now present fulfills the purpose of not knowing who (you) are.

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2. 9. 2021

English Version | The trunk of my root

In front of me there is the crib. It is still missing the sheets, the pillows, and you, rocking in a light sleep similar to the flow of the river, exactly as I picture you now within my womb. I do not know your gender, I did not want to know, nor the name you will be given. But I know the choreography of your movements inside me. It was around my fourth month of pregnancy that still in doubt I said: “I think I felt the baby”.

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