Wondering Eyes


I went to Lisbon to enjoy a weekend with a friend of mine. My eyes, as usual, lost themselves here and there. Lost themselves in the details and colors. Lost themselves in the variety of things this city has to offer.

Lucky me.


“Always seeing something, never seeing nothing, being photographer”
Walter De Mulder



The beauty of Nature




Being surrounded by nature is one of the most rewarding things. If one stops and becomes aware of everything that is happening all around  – the birds, the wind softly caressing both the trees leafs and your skin, the sun in the face –  suddenly realizes how precious life is.

And if, by chance, one has the right person by their side to share nature with, it becomes a reward for the spirit and the heart. 😊


Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Hans Christian Andersen



One of “my places”


No matter what, there is a part of me that will stay forever in this library. And it is safe and never alone, in the middle of millions of books, stories and souls that, such as mine, lost a bit of  themselves in this enchanted place.

There’s a part of me that will always be there.  It has been since the first time I laid eyes on it. 

Hidden Treasures

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There are events in life that change the way you see things. Better: you start seeing instead of looking. Suddenly, you find amazing hidden treasures, everywhere.
For example, this flowers: I was walking, normally, on my way home. Then, my wondering-eyes made me stop to really see this flowers: the delicacy, the tenderness…
For a moment, I thought about cutting them, so I could keep them to myself. But then my heart told me to leave them there, where they belonged,  so they could dazzle someone else.

If you see life this way, it’s an exciting journey of treasures to be found, hidden everywhere.

You just have to use your heart’s eyes.

French Taste

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“La petite Robe noire” – the cutest parfum I’ve ever had. 🎀
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How can a soap be so fancy? 💚

There’s one thing I really like about french culture: classical beauty. There’s always this search for that detail that makes the difference, everywhere: clothes, food, lifestyle… Stores, restaurants, even bakeries make you feel fancier just by being there. Everything is simple, clean, polished and with that touch of je ne sais quoi. I keep storing little things as souvenirs of this cultural trait, so that I can always remember this feeling I had in a store once in Paris, being surrounded by beautiful-parfumed-soaps:

“All this colours… All this scents… So this is what they all talk about.
So chic!”

Happy me, happy you


Two ice creams melting while enjoying a sunny-happy-day in Versailles.
Nice memories.

You take away all the other luxuries in life, and if you can make someone smile and laugh, you have given the most special gift: happiness.

Brad Garrett



Feeling grateful for life is not usual nowadays. I speak for myself, mostly. My eyes, even though they see beauty everywhere – outside – don’t tend to see it inside. Inside me, my work and my daily life. This attitude (looking for beauty and happiness around me) started as an imposed exercise to allow me to feel grateful for what I have. And I’ve been working on it, hardly. And someone said once that if you work hard, life will reward you. I never did nothing expecting to be rewarded, but yesterday I had one of the most amazing gifts ever.

As you grow up, birthday’s tend to matter less and less. Because you’re getting older, because there’s no more gifts (not as many as you had when you where a child, I mean, and because they don’t mean that much 😂) and because life is happening and although you feel like is your day, no one will give you the day off (unless you where born on a holiday – in that case your realy lucky). Yesterday was my birthday and one of those normal days. I had classes and I had to study and there was no time for a party. But… It started with a lovely postal card that made my heart smile. Then, an email from a friend I have that, even though we don’t see each other often, made that distance unnoticeable. After, in the afternoon,  I got a video of all my “sunny-people” wishing me an happy birthday and saying why I made a difference in their lives. I never felt as squeezed-in-a-love-hug as I did on that moment. And it ended with a marvelous dinner with “my family” here in France. By the end of the day, I felt gratitude, real gratitude, for the life I have and the family (blood or ❤-chosen) I have.

Thank you all. Thank you life.