The contagious smile of Sofia, the girl working at Starbucks Almada. The skinny venti chai tea latte to take away, quickly made by Vasco. The black middle age man cleaning the mirrors with headphones on and singing “No woman no cry”. Inspiring moments. Rituals. Always the little things.
P.S. Who told Mondays were awfull?


As a rock&roll & heavy metal lover I find myself missing a lot of news and information about that world and culture lately, even though I never stopped being an avid listener of the genre. Yesterday, I had the opportunity to redeem myself and saw the documentary about Lemmy, Motorhead’s lead singer, and what a great moment.

Lemmy is probably one of the best bassists (even though his bass pretty sounds like a guitar & the ones who know me better can imagine what a pleasure to hear a bass that sounds like a guitar is to me), a groundbreaking vocalist, a speed freak & collector of things of all kinds, an alcoholic gambler who literally lives life in the fast lane, you probably can’t understand a word that’s coming out of his mouth ’cause of his English accent and he lives in the tiniest apartment that a hollywood star has ever lived on, for sure. Some of these facts don’t make him exactly the best of the role models that you imagine to teach to your kids in the future, but there is one thing that Lemmy “showed me” yesterday, that I’ll do for sure till the end of my life: to be your fucking self & having no regrets. No matter what circumstances try to tell you to be, life is too short to not be doing what we want the way we want it; and about the regrets, I quote him: “I don’t do regrets. Regrets are pointless. It’s too late for regrets. You’ve already done it, haven’t you? You’ve lived your life. No point wishing you could change it”. And good lord, that was enough to inspire me for the upcoming week.

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