This is the end

I survived my place of origin in the world by listening to music (specially The Doors for a really long time), writing and reading, being supported by many people, group activities and all sort of escapades - some healthier and danger freer than others. This is truly where I come from, but not where I was born or intended to stay. The place is called Torres da Belavista, which translates to Towers of Beautiful View, in the northern suburbs of Lisbon. It certainly has its abandoned beauty. I’ve been leaving here almost since I arrived, but simultaneously dropping anchors in search for a chosen family. The view was inspiring, the community too: we all hung in there together wanting to leave. And so we did.

I’ve made my home in many places over the past 24 years and always came back. But this is it now. I will never stay over again and I have everything that matters the most with me: the good, the bad and the unthinkable too, among many memories of what was done to me and of what I did to be able to love, dream and be free.

Whatever happens to what remains: I endured. 

Heaven or hell, the circus of your actions 

James Douglas Morrison

(probably inspired by William Blake)

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