The book of Peri

Your smell of cigarettes, the smoke bringing up thoughts and ideas. The madness of dreams and plans recited by your mouth, and the faith that everything would be fine eventually. The laugh and the holy presence of poets we would read out loud. That atmosphere. Sipping a tea or drinking a cold beer; the dialogues we've had are still so fresh in my memory. We had the whole world just for us, at least it seemed like we did have. (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxpS_mpnrD5/?igshid=nkbch1xsf3q5

I've got nothing to say (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Brdzmcwnnhd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7spm6uib2sdk

No words to say

Sometimes such things are wake up calls. Dark places we have to cross in order to find out who we are. This is the reason for this post: share my story with people who has been through the same experience and tell you that it’s possible to move on. To find balance. (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqxFN8aH3ij/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=t7zd9e3h00nl

Xmas time (at Praça do comércio - Lisboa) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqkrGpjnhW8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10b66vf5otnd7

LIsBOA https://www.instagram.com/p/BqjyEIMnd0R/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ok31asw2ddh7

What is it to be a minimalist? (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqib1XIHBEg/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1eoqcpdzsf2dw

Dia de faxina e de cuidar das prantinha. Sim, tô velho! https://www.instagram.com/p/BqiWD89nMVz/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1xr2sou0g3ou4

~ SUN ~ (at Bairro Alto, Lisboa, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqca0p8HT3V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1l3hpxq28xrtj

"And one day we will sail the world together. The sky will always be blue, the sun will burn our salty skin and we will find new lands to explore" https://www.instagram.com/p/BqXQoNmnpRX/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=kr5hpaeelcsb

Trabalhamos com indicação de livros? SIM! Eleanor é a mulher solitária que vai perseguir o crush e beber sozinha em casa depois de sair do trabalho que a entedia. É quase uma Bridget Jones escocesa. Must read! #book #bookstagram (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqVgSogHvS3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=v9dsx6l4h8e3

#autumn #lisbon https://www.instagram.com/p/BqO9Sbenh2Y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hl80wgeylyd

when the sun starts to shine over the arch #lisbon #arch #visitportugal (at Praça do comércio - Lisboa) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqMXvYFHofV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=13hknihxhtkjw

No verão as ruas cheiram a sardinha, no inverno a fumaça vem das castanhas #lisboa #winter (at Lisbon, Portugal) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp67UyjHPTa/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=157xje7psmakp

I think this station is my favorite place in Lisbon (at Baixa-Chiado) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp0IA4bnC__/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=8mr48fipfbeg

updating my tinder profile pic #blond #shittydatingapp #uglybuthappy #lisbon https://www.instagram.com/p/BpxbHe4Hrhl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1bs9bxvnxdv3j

E assim andávamos pelas ruas da cidade. E chovia, as pedras portuguesas estavam escorregadiças, nossos corações desapegados de nossos peitos. Cada um por si, num movimento solitário e, ao mesmo tempo, tão coletivo. Tocava aquela música nos fones de ouvido, as lágrimas escorriam pelo rosto. Enquanto a chuva molhava meus cabelos e o vento frio soprava deixando calafrios, só pensava no que podia ser diferente, no que poderia ter sido feito - e, invariavelmente, o que é agora: um grande vazio, um grande nada. Ainda assim prosseguimos, caminhamos com passos acelerados de quem deseja chegar a um quarto quente e uma xícara de chá. Chegar a um futuro certo, um sentimento de paz que ainda não se faz presente. Por hora só há chuva e vento frio.