Obrigada.
Obrigada Sónia, Nuno, Miguel e John.
Obrigada por me terem vindo as lágrimas aos olhos, bloqueadas há demasiado tempo.
Na fase em que a tentação é deixar que a rotina se instale, tipo cansaço de dar murros em ponta de faca, é regenerador encontrar algo, seja efémero ou então não, que nos faça emocionar num desterro com mais pó que ar, com mais 40 mil pessoas à volta.
Obrigada por ‘cube’. Obrigada por ‘5 minutes of everything’.
E Sónia, estás a dominar o palco como nunca…
by fiona bacana
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Querida Fiona:
I sense you and I will have very interesting talks when I get back to nowhere's land=portugal.Estou anxious (but not avoidant, thus, preoccupied)to go into our beautiful Porto night, spot the non-existing cute portuguese beauties and talk with a shot in our hands or maybe a Margarita cause now I am addicted to salt (eu nao era assim).Together we will find the meaning of life (for that nigth at least) and the way home, wherever that thing is.
Your a well of potential my friend
Miss you and congrats for your blog's soul
yours always
Madame Crespo
Madame crespo,
who cares about non existing beauties? Porto's night rules, as long as we have our sandalls to shock barbie this and barbie that!!!
The blog's soul is just my way of exploding me being at a turning point of my life. Sure that the options I make today determine decisevly the rest of my life...or not! (constructivism, once again)
By the way, QF was not the same without you: i've acknowledged that, through our little college mates eyes, i lack of dettachment growth. I've missed you because there are all so sure of everything, so tied up in their new engagements. At least you know what I'm saying. They all look at me like some peter pan freak. What the hell...maybe they're right!
don't forget to wear sunscreen down under!
fiona
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