February 2015.

During winter is easier to dedicate myself to craft as it is not that fun to be out in the cold. Recently, I have been working on a couple of projects. The good things about this week is that I had nice talks with a friend and my creative block vanished. In the other hand, two of my plants are dying (my favourite one too) I wonder if its the cold or lack of light. Every time I get home I find my cat sleeping on my pillow.

a mulher se enfeita mas ela é um livro místico e somente a alguns a que tal graça se consente

Hampton Court Palace, Spring.

My Journal, selected pages - 2014/2015.

I have a love/hate relationship with public transport. Mostly, hate. I hate when I have to wait 10-20 minutes for the bus in the cold and wind. I hate when it arrives packed. I hate the fact that it isn't always crowded with 'nice' people. Teenagers from school, drunk people, violent people. It happens. But I have this unexplainable pleasure in sitting by the window and watching the people on the side walks, people that might not be really nice either, yet to the sound of music they all are. I also don't understand the fact that I am only an avid reader when I am in public transport. But I hate when certain people sit next to me and I can't breathe. I love when it's all empty and the sun reflects against the windows. It's 2015 now, but the red double decker rides just like a chariot, juddering down the streets.

Pan's labyrinth (2006) director: Guillermo Del Toro

Only yesterday / おもひでぽろぽろ (1991) director: Isao Takahata - Studio Ghibli.

Cute beanie from Funi

Christmas time makes me feel a little more relaxed and excited. Walking around the street paying attention to the decorations, the coffee flavours, even the tumultuous crowds of people shopping. I think these occasions are important in life even though its real meaning and intention is not always relevant or reasonable. The good of it, it promotes moments of happiness, togetherness (most of the time, I hope) and that's is comforting to me. Christmas time feels like a week full of Saturdays. But as any other week, it comes to an end. January will knock on my door, arm and arm with anxiety requiring some changes. hehe.