Four days with my brother

On last friday we departured by car in direction to the north. We had lunch in the highway near Torres Novas and then stopped in Coimbra to relax and visit the city. We crossed Santa Clara bridge and regarded the view. After a coffee we climbed a lot of stears to reach the University campus. We didn't had much time so we didn't see the inside of the Biblioteca Joanina or Sala de exames. Never the less, it was quite nice to feel that atmosphere. There is youth protest (in its positive side) in the veins of the city.
After that we roll on to Porto. We entered the city by Freixo bridge and parked near the stadium. We must admit it is quite beutiful. At night we went to ribeira for a drink. Saturday was the day for all the sightseeing. We visited the Palacio de Cristal gardens, wich are wonderfull and have a fantastic view to the river. We climbed at the top of Torre dos Clérigos and got a panoramic view through the city. After that we visited Avenida dos Aliados and Sé Catedral. After dinner in a tipical restaurant we went to Casa da Musica to have some fun. On Sunday we went fot a walk in the Foz. Very beutiful place just near the river. After lunche we meet a cousin that lives there and we all went to Leça da Palmeira. The sun was shining and there were some people in the beach. Monday morning was time to come back. We said good bye to Porto and start drivind south. We actualy stopped in Aveiro for some sightseeing, postcards and Ovos Moles. And that's how it went.

One silly story

So, i am now trying to develop my language skills. Lets say in English!
Therefore, amoung other things i have to produce english writen material.
So it occured to me that i can do it here, since nobody reads it :)

Here it goes my first story:

A long, long, time ago in a small village of a rich country a baby was bourn. We can call him Sugar. In sugar's country collours were very important. They were the way people could guide themselves in life. So, in early ages Sugar learned the importance of the two basic collours: Black and White.
Black is forbiden. You don't do ever. You run away from black.
White is what you are suposed to be and to do.
To understand this, no one needs to be smart, but Sugar was a smart and tender child. Very white.
And years passed.
Sometimes, when Sugar was already a teenager, and listened to some adult conversation he felt the impression that something new was hapenning. It was like if there was a diferent light in the air when certain person was speaking. Or a diferent collour. Was that possible?
Was that possible a diferent way of see the world, a diferent way of having a family dinner, a diferent way to celebrate birthdays? Was there a positive alternative to white?
Sugar tried to investigate. But it become very hard since the people he knew did't like to talk about collours. Except black and white.
So he decided to went on a journey to other cities and countries in order to find diferent collours.
As a result he found many people with diferent collours: yellow, blue, green, red, violet, pink and so on. And many white people. He came back home with all those influences and he was no more a pure white man.
But Sugar did't know that it was like the sun you get in your skin in the summer. If you don't get sun every day after summer your skin will get clear. In other words he forgot to feed his collors and a couple of years latter he was a white man has he was in the begining.

Pobreza

Pobre não é o chinês, o somali ou o moçambicano que vive com menos de 2 € por dia.
Pobre sou eu. Pobre sou eu que durmo dias a fio, mesmo quando estou acordado.
Pobre sou eu que não sei o que faço ao tempo que tenho.
Pobre sou eu que vou desperdiçando pedaços de vida com desculpas esfarrapadas.
Pobre sou eu que nada sei fazer, nada sei construir, nada sei consertar.
Pobre sou eu, que não sei Filosofia, nem Historia, nem Matemática.
Pobre sou eu, que não sei música, nem dança,nem pintura, nem nada.
Pobre, mas pobre, sou eu.