notas soltas

Este blog tornou-se uma espécie de fantasma. Já não sinto grande sentido ou urgência em vir aqui despejar os meus sentimentos, emoções, tristezas e as poucas alegrias dos dias presentes. Este espaço tornou-se um grito num vazio anónimo, onde só ouço o meu próprio eco... C de M

the little boy seemed so happy riding is bike. Even surrounded by the poverty of rabo de peixe in the Azores, a small town of fisherman forgotten by everyone.  An yet all that seemed to matter was having fun with his bike on that  rainy morning...i wish i could feel his joy now, just for a short lapse of time again. C de M

     Nada.

feeling sad on a rainy Sunday Photo by Cde M

Burning from whitin I carry a ring of fire

Sunday feeling lonely out there. no where to run, no where to hide, no one to share this one soul