memorias de guapé




Guapé (here) - Minas Gerais, Brasil



The town was flooded  in 1963 to build a dam, today the old house is in the middle of the river, and what's left from our lands are little small islands, the ferry is a transportation of extreme importance connecting the farms to the main land. It once had tourists and commerce, today though it's just a small town lost in the middle of nowhere.





smile!

pictures from wadi rum, december 2010


I recently got awarded by the  awesome Felix Curds from Happy Un-birthdays with the Versatile BloggerAward. I usually don't answer awards because I think there is nothing important from my routine to be shared, therefore I'm making an exception because felix and everyone here gives me so many lovely insightful inputs, so why not sharing a little about my insignificant existence ;)
Part of the award is to share 7 facts about one self then share some love and pass it on. (felix I copied your text a bit, lol, my bad english and laziness are bigger than me) 


I'm sharing it with leno, indie.tea,EllaSina kauri, Emilia

 It's hard to write 7 things about myself, but I will try. ok, so here we go,

1. I never smile on pictures, mostly the self-portraits, it makes me feel ridiculous sitting all alone smiling to a camera. yeah, I hate my smile and my prominent fangs.

2. I am anti-social and I love my sofa, in swedish it's called Soffpotatis, the introspectiveness I share with a lot of music and my favorite movies. 

3. I hate the subways and public transportations on weekends, it stinks of alcohol, seriously I  can drink but sweds drink way too much when they do.

4. I have 7 siblings from 2 different  families, I'm the oldest...yeah, no tv.

5. I bake almost everyday.

6. My friends call me little walking disaster, because I'm always tripping on my shoes, falling from the bicycle, walking with my skirt tucked in my underwear leaving behind a map of bruises. 

7. In my ideal word we should all live in a movie. Daydreaming is much more interesting than reality.




That's it. 


beijos



drive to read



When I was In jordan I gave a photography workshop for children from unprivileged areas (East Amman and Zarqa) who were taking part of a USAID/AED-founded project called "DRIVE TO READ"


"Through the program‚ a mobile library offers free educational‚ cultural‚ and recreational activities to young people ages 6–12 in Amman‚ Jordan.
Three times a week‚ the “bookmobile” visits parks‚ schools‚ and community centers in high-need neighborhoods‚ including those with large concentrations of refugees.
Drive to Read provides a versatile platform for promoting a culture of reading for education and for pleasure. It engages children and youth in the art projects‚ science demonstrations‚ computers‚ and other activities that reinforce learning."


My task was to give them portable cameras, teach them the basics of photography and to show them an artistic point of view. They were all given the assignment to create a story around a photo. The goal with the project was also to encourage them to become inspired by photography, and to teach them see what lies beyond the pictures.
I was so happy when Angie (4th picture) sent me the photos they took. It felt like I was part of something, that in a very small way I made a difference...

budapest, birds & me



On my way to Jordan I stopped in Budapest for a day.  Walking on the Pest side I met a crazy french painter, he sais he's going to paint me. I didn't speak french and he didn't speak english, we understood each other perfectly.

The portrait was taken right after I Arrived in Amman.

I wish I could be free like a bird and my actions would never make anybody suffer, but perhaps that's a bit too utopic.

Love, love & love
I got a dark room for my birthday from Petter, the most thoughtful gift I ever got.


I love this  band.
All Alone in an empty house - Lost in trees

hazey jane

  first two from helgo during summer, the last from summer in castilleja del campo, sevilla, spain.



Happy birthday to me, 26.


miss brasil, my mom, fresh fruits & warmth.
miss being close to the ones that matter


I can adapt but never conform.


All of a Sudden I miss everyone

Hazey Jane - Nick Drake

 Do you curse where you come from,
Do you swear in the night
Will it mean much to you
If I treat you right.
Do you like what you're doing,
Would you do it some more
Or will you stop once and wonder
What you're doing it for.
Hey slow Jane, make sense
Slow, slow, Jane, cross the fence.

Do you feel like a remnant
Of something that's past
Do you find things are moving
Just a little too fast.
Do you hope to find new ways
Of quenching your thirst,
Do you hope to find new ways
Of doing better than your worst.
Hey slow Jane, let me prove
Slow, slow Jane, we're on the move.

Do it for you,
Sure that you would do the same for me one day.
So try to be true,
Even if it's only in your hazey way.

Can you tell if you're moving
With no mirror to see,
If you're just riding a new man
Looks a little like me.
Is it all so confusing,
Is it hard to believe
When the winter is coming
Can you sign up and leave.
Hey slow Jane, live your lie
Slow, slow jane, fly on by.

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