I never knew what love tasted like.

I had no idea it could be so peaceful, tender, sweet, quiet, funny, happy, easy, simple.

I lived life on fear, I was trapped in the impression of the impossible and thought love was some sort of struggle, pain, a battle field for the brave, the bold, the merciless.

Then, suddenly, unadvertedly, I got very confused and amazed by the beauty of this hidden little garden love can be. It is really not to be described, but felt. So I rather live it, enjoy and taste it slowly as a secret fruit from Eden.


The sweet sound of peace


Painting in the parks in Brussels have been a delightful experience.
People take their time to smell the flowers.
And I allowed myself to listen, to the sweet sound of peace.
Life is matter of perception. And letting go of unnecessary noise.

Belgian food for the soul.
Belgian music to the eyes.
It’s raining… And the sun is shining.
Lucky me!



Something is starting
Something is relating
Something is expanding
Something is ending
9+anynumber you add up = the number you add up
That means you are free to add up
Whatever you want on your life
Add love

It’s time:
Choose happiness.



O silencio, as vezes
Permite aos olhos falar
O silencio, quase sempre
Permite a alma descansar em paz.


Silence, some times
Allows the eyes to speak
Silence, most of times
Allows the soul to rest in peace.



Two trees and then, one tree.
A green chair that doesn’t match.
Pink wall, confusing and yet warm.
Hanging beads, no wind.
Transparency and grace.
A lonely vase, with a lonely tulip, on a lonely window.
The white cat licks its paw, then it stops… What’s happening?
One hand, curious eyes… Where is she?
Excitement. Thrill.


Blue sky, quiet clouds.
Pearls falling from trees.
Toys that we never play with
Charms for luck. Superstition.
Blue sky, frozen clouds, empty horizon.
More beads. Hanging quetly. No wind. No movement.


Will i ever be found?
Will i ever be loved?
Where is he?
What should I do?
Where should I go?


Marine blue boots ready to go. Deep purple umbrella. Scarfs.



Duas árvores e então, uma arvore.
Uma cadeira verde que não combina.
Parede rosa, confusa e ainda assim quente.
Contas penduradas, sem vento.
Transparência e graça.
Um vaso solitário, com uma tulipa solitária, em uma janela solitária.
O gato branco lambe a pata e para… O que está acontecendo?
Uma mão. Olhos curiosos… Onde ela está?
Excitação. Suspense.


Céu azul, nuvens quietas.
Pérolas caindo das árvores.
Brinquedos que nunca brincamos.
Amuletos para sorte. Superstição.
Céu azul, nuvens congeladas, horizonte vazio.
Mais contas. Penduradas quietamente. Sem movimento.


Vou ser achada?
Vou ser amada?
Onde ele está?
O que eu faço?
Para onde vou?


Botas azuis marinho prontas para partir.
Guarda chuva de um roxo profundo.



Happy birthday John.


Imagine there’s no Heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today

Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world

You may say that I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one


empty nest

sometimes everything is just as it is supposed to be but we just don´t get it

our vision of life goes not much further than our eyes can see, but life is much bigger, and yet such a speck on the universe

sometimes gray skies, but inside the tiles are kept warm and colorful

because nothing is worth our despair

everything just needs our contemplation

understanding and letting go of all fear, all doubt

and finally surrender to inner peace, where time and space meet and let our existence make some sense.

Just breath, that´s the ultimate advice.