Light is attempting to fade discreetly but is still noon, only 5 o’clock, so why start to fade in such rush?
The night is still so distant from this particular hour, from my notion of time, and as I conjecture about the invention of life, my tea is blowing away a gentle a cloud of steam that blurs the present. But I am not thinking of the past, I am feeling it instead: I am smelling the scent of random moments like a true nostalgic soul.
It’s all so intensely real and everything starts with me breaking my mother’s womb, taking my first handful breath of fresh air, a disperse sun glance over my pale skin and my enormous brown eyes gazing into this new world. In all of these memories, I don’t regret the first steps that I dared to take, I just regret the way that I/we end up living — chained to a material world that doesn’t truly exist.
It Is Saturday and I saw this sweet furry cat resting without regrets. If it is possible, in my next life I long to reborn in something purer… a cat perhaps!
The ancient shop Caza Vellas Loreto is illuminating Lisbon since 1789 and is one of the most charming shops located near Bairro Alto.
I felt that I was stepping back in time when I first went into this place. Today is Sunday and I am already using my first Loreto Candle.