A family is like a circle. The connection never ends, and even if at times it breaks, in time it always mends. A family is like the stars. Somehow they’re always there. Families are those who help, who support and always care.
A family is like a book. The ending’s never clear, but through the pages of the book, their love is always near. A family is many things. With endless words that show who they are and what they do and how they teach you so you know. But don’t be wary if it’s broken or if through time it’s been so worn. Families are like that they’re split up and always torn. But even if this happens, your family will always be. They help define just who you are and will be a part of you eternally. Unknown

I chose you. And I’ll choose you, over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.

Asha makes all the difference between coming home to an empty house and coming home.

On Marriage –  Kahlil Gibran

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore. You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days. Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God. But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another, but make not a bond of love. Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.


A place to be loved … A place to put things to a rest… A place to call a shelter… Where memories made up the walls. Where laughter and tears became the roof. Where unconditional love creates warmth… Occasionally the rain fall, but the sun shines eternally. Occasionally anger took its place, but forgiveness rooted deep in souls. Occasionally tornadoes came destroying, but it stands still and strong after the years. Now, that´s what I call – a home.

Quinta dos Álamos

O Douro sublimado. O prodígio de uma paisagem que deixa de o ser à força de se desmedir. Não é um panorama que os olhos contemplam: é um excesso da natureza. Socalcos que são passadas de homens titânicos a subir as encostas, volumes, cores e modulações que nenhum escultor, pintor ou músico podem traduzir, horizontes dilatados para além dos limiares plausíveis da visão. Um universo virginal, como se tivesse acabado de nascer, e já eterno pela harmonia, pela serenidade, pelo silêncio que nem o rio se atreve a quebrar, ora a sumir-se furtivo por detrás dos montes, ora pasmado lá no fundo a reflectir o seu próprio assombro. Um poema geológico. A beleza absoluta. Miguel Torga. O Douro que será sempre poesia e néctar, onde a força e resiliência estão sempre presentes. Lugar das minhas raízes e da minha matéria. Lugar único, ímpar no mundo.