martes, 28 de junio de 2011



There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more

-Lord Byron-

lunes, 27 de junio de 2011

"As kid we use to laugh, who knew that life move this fast"

Inspiration IV

Papou (my grand-dad)

When your heart cries, you know he's warm, when your heart likes to cry, you know he's pretty cold

He's kind of like the most interesting man on earth from dos equis. I'm not saying he's the most interesting man, but he's bad ass like him. Mustache, still has all his hair (wich was red, but is nw blond), builds his own sail boats, had a cat, smokes out of a pipe, just the best example of a man that doesn't bleed. He represents the poeticness behind being a man, strenght, wisdom, humility. Just a guy that you listen when he opens his mouth, wich he doesn't do often. He commands respect in everything he does.

There is a very manly thing that our society doesn't do a lot any more, but I feel like we should go back to it. Having a mentor, and then be one. A mentor is never a perfect man, but always a wise one. He does't lead by experience because he probably did a lot of mistakes in his early life, but that is what makes his words greater then him. I can't wait to be a mentor like him.

lunes, 20 de junio de 2011


En este momento
Estoy viviendo en negro
Obscuridad llenando mi mundo
Pero dios me da chances
Algunas veces, algunas noches
De volar un poco
Para ver tu boca sonriendo
O tal vez otras cosas, estoy seguro
Tus ojos obscuros
Iluminando mi trizteza
O tu sonrisa de luz
Iluminando mi esperanza
De verte otro dia
Mi luz de la noche
Mi luna

domingo, 19 de junio de 2011

Inspiration III

Scott Schuman/The sartorialist

"You never know what it is, what that hing is that draws you to that person, but you just let it happen. You know, and, it seems odd but you know it`s almost like going out there and letting yourslef fall in love a little bit every day; letting yourslef be seduced a little bit every day."

A small guy from Indiana that played football, Scott Shuman had nothing of a futur fashion super star. And that`s what makes him great. When you don`t have any influences, when you never trained to be something or plan to be that something, but you just simply fall in love with it, the quality of the result comes automatically. He thinks about beauty like it should be. An undescribable moment. He doesn`t think if the outfit is right or wrong, why or why not, he takes a picture of a moment, that`s the moment where he falls in love every day. He doesn`t report it, he really shoots it in the romantic way of thing.

Happy father`s day


I you have the time to check why I love architecture. Frozen music they say.

Coming back

I am wounded but I am not slain. I shall lay me down and bleed a while, then I shall rise and fight again.

Coming back from a whole year abroad is not like dying, but it`s like restarting life. And it`s hard to come back in a world where you don`t have something new at every corner. I am wounded from the greyness of my surrounding, but not dead from the depression.
So this old scottish quote is how I feel about coming back. I just want to take some time to be a bit sad, and then I`ll stand up again and look around for some other adventures. 

martes, 14 de junio de 2011

Canada, USA, Mexico, Brazil, France, Belgium, Germany, Austria, Denmark, Finland, Egypt, India, Malaysia, China

Thank you guys for the 3000 views... Keep checking out the blog.

Tomorrow, Ill be once again in Canada. 50% of the time, Im thinking, wow I dont want to leave, how can the rest of my life compare to this year, and the other 50% of the time, Im saying " Awesome, finally Ill seey family and friends, Tim Hortons and my house, Ill be there for game 7 of the stanly cup finals etc... I guess it's something between those two feelings.

Any ways, Ill see my canadian fellows in a few days and my dear exchange students, hasta luego, hasta pronto. Si siguen viviendo sus vidas como vivieron este año, van a tener una vida de huevos, vamos a tener una vida de huevos.

Adios, les quiero

viernes, 10 de junio de 2011

Inspiration II

Scott Mescudi (KiD cUdI)

"Ignorance the coke man, ignorance the bliss, ignorance the love and I need that shit"

Scott Mescudi, well he´s a singer, actor, rapper, but much more, a guy that put depression on the main street. But why is that a good thing? Well the man kind (man as in masculine, not human) is in danger because of the lack of acceptance in depression. It´s one of the hardest thing to accept, and he did it pretty well. That´s probably why being a man is pretty hard, being sad depressed in love happy, or simply with any kind of feeling, is not cool.

So why should every man have a bit of Scott Mescudi inside? Because it will make you survive a bit longer. All the stress that we hold up inside is a killer, so try to release a bit every once in a while. However, don´t be a little girl doing it, he always kept it cool, so keep it cool. Remember, your invinsible, but it still hurts sometimes.

miércoles, 8 de junio de 2011

Inspiration I

I will like to start a serie of post, called inspiration. These posts will be about why I think a man should be like. I've always been wondering about the position of a man in society. We should be strong but tender, joyful but not to much, because then you ''loose your masculinity''. Being a man is easy, being a good one is almost impossible. So here are the men that I think figured out the oh so poetic task of being a man.

James Dean

"Being a good actor isn't easy. Being a man is even harder. I want to be both before I'm done."

What do James Franco, Robert Pattison and every bad ass looking guy since the 50's have in common. James Dean. He is the original bad ass, live fast die young, rebel-without-a-cause, kind of guy. Except his bad-assness, he was a very poetic and artistic man. Obviously an actor, but also interested in photography (on both side of the camera), he had as many side to his personality, as girl chasing him in the streets. A depressive artist that always got criticized for people an ass hole, this anti social behaviour is what made him so mysterious for every young girl and boy since the 50's (he died in 1955 at the age of 24 in a mysterious car accident, wich boosted his fame).

Why do every great man needs a bit of James Dean? Well, first of all, major sexiness. Second of all, it brings you the edge to not only be attractive for women, but also in business. When a man is adventurous, out of the box, with a look in his eyes so killer it makes Satan jealous, it makes you way more attractive for a compagny, and for a raise. We don't notice it often, but what a woman is looking for in a man, is not so different for what a boss is looking for in his male-employees.

lunes, 6 de junio de 2011

Bom dia ao mundo todo

9 days

9 days left, and Canada.

It´s the perfect time to tell you why an exchange is not a year inside of a life, but a life inside of a year (don´t give me credit for the cheasy line, every rotarian exchange student knows it).

Let´s play a little game, I tell you something I would do in Canada, and then add all the little things that make it cooler, just because of the exchange year situation.

Dancing: with an american, swedish and danish at 4000m on top of a mountain named after the biggest trader in the history of Mexico (La Malinche).

Driving: in a golf cart, with mexicans and germans, way to fast because we have to go from one side of the island to the other in 20 min, oh and the island is in the middle of the carribean sea.

Play soccer: with people from every continent, in front of the National Palace, in the 4th biggest city in the world, with cops running after us telling us that it is not acceptable.

Drinking: next to the biggest structure in the world (Piramide de Cholula, this stat is based on the size of the base of the structure not the volume) with one of the prettiest church in Mexico, flotting on top of it, once again with people from all over the world.

Learning: a new language, but this is not the language you would be suppose to learn in your exchange year (spanish), but one that you learned just because you were with native speakers 24\7 (portugues).

Going out: in Cancun, and they put a big spotlight on the 60 exchange student in the middle of the floor, because we just started a flashmob :P.

Those are all the small things that when you take time to notice it, it makes you cry, because you know that the exchange year is the only year in your life that can bring you all those things, in such a small period of time, a life time in a year.

There is now know question why we say that this year is surreal, why it´s a dream that we don´t want to wake up from, because it´s a year full of moments so unique, we can´t even dream of having an other dream like this.

miércoles, 1 de junio de 2011


The Egg

By: Andy Weir

You were on your way home when you died.

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.


Even if I don't speak portugues, being with brazilians all the time, I got the chance to learn this song by heart