GOODNIGHT

Today I just leave you with some old pictures. From the carnival ball of the Portuguese officials around 1955 in Macao, the shining history of our port and our sea souls. Deepen around one identity. A name that is a print of the Portuguese greatness, now hang on the all of the military house that used to be by the sea. Now it is in a middle of a huge avenue surrounded by Casinos. I discussed a lot about identity and names these days. That it so important for us in general. I heard stories that people made mistakes on writing given names and surnames dor a babyborn, exchanges names because of misspelling, the grandmother's name was given to the brother and the father forgot to give his name to the son, I found a non a harmonized system to know who we are around the world. But I was told that identity it is just flour diluted in water, identity represents our hearts and souls, represents the human being. That it is my identity, the one I build in each step I give, the one I sculpt with the history I learn, the one I just grab with all my power of concretization. That is my identity. That arrives everyday with my small steps into my designed life.
The one we can all have just because we are we.
I feel myself nowadays, in a way I was never felt before. Maybe because I dive into the past that my heart is made from. The Portuguese discoveries around the unknown seas.