Come into my world

Seems like yesterday that I have started writing 

 Any More Then A Whisper...

Have grown and learned during this past year....

  

When I think how my blog started I think of fate...

Fate made me start a blog ...or something I called destiny.

Its funny how destiny works... 

Last year I left for a holiday the one in many years, my destination  was London. 

I happened to love classical and contemporary art so my favourite, spot was the 

British museum. 

Like a respectable tourist I snapped shoots of the many sites in the city... 

One shoot I will always remember will be the one of the above mentioned British museum...

This very shoot changed the course of my life...and I would not be here posting and sharing my thoughts today... 

All started with a gift...

Then Destiny started its cycle...

A blue pencil....an old diary ....

drained my thoughts...my emotions...

Then... the blog 6 months later..

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So my dear listeners of whispers here is my year in pictures...

You will not only listen...but discover my world...

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  After my trip I went back a few months later...

needed time to think of the already happened events....

...December... 

And besides I was never away in the month of December 

December for me meant Work! 

Was my second trip in three months...

it was magical....

yet I missed something I left behind...

Hotei's Calendar for the year 2012

...January...

"Every extra day is a bonus"..

this is what my friend told me

I agreed, and started living with that philosophy  

Promised we will watch as many sunsets as possible...

We still do to date...

... February...

Again needed to escape..

took a brake for a few days...

Cold days...the sun to warm my face....

stormy sea...

this was my winter... 

...March...

 "Every day is a bonus"

again heard these words...

will show you every bit of this corner of the world..

I promised I will 

so I will keep my promise...

And more sunsets...

...April...

Days getting warmer..

walking in parks...

Hand in hand...

...May...

Weather is fine, lovely time for a trip 

across the channel...  

and a stroll by the sea...

Watch yet an other sunset...

...June...

Its my birthday, 

and I drink if I want to...

and watch an other sunset in good company...

by the sea...

blowing candles..

way to many ...

please don't mind the mess...

it was dark...

and probably I was drunk...

...July...

Left the island for a while...

drank and ate like there was no tomorrow... 

and I must add...

I loved the views...

...August...

It was time for me and my friends...

Drink some wine...

laugh and dine... 

Time to get dizzy..

and may be dance..

in a mid summer dream...

Then look down to the city below...

...September...

Time to party in the city..

Time to explore the city...

Time to escape from the city...

...October...

By the sea I walked at night...

Explored every  corner of this rock...

celebrate with a drink on roof top...

... November...

Found the time to be spooky...

 a dark night...

 chased away the dark, with orange light....

... December...

Its that time of the year again.. 

Were you eat and exaggerate! 

perhaps a drink...

and a cake...

food...

and more...

and more...

and even more!...

and I say....

 why not  have more?...

Its Christmas...

and the end of this year...

so why not make the best?...

Cheers my dear friends a toast to you..

may the new year bring..

happiness

all 

that your heart 

wish 

and more..

Many....Many...Many wishes to you 

from your favourite whisperer..

  

Happy New Year!!! 

Pictures by Hotei

Now and always...

Letting it go, is this all about?.  My dear, Guess I know what are you trying to do... I finally understand, and I don't blame you for doing so, I caused you anything but happiness...I wish if you could listen, I wish if you could stay... perhaps stay... forever. 

I never thought this could change never thought I see the day you going away..and in such a cold way. Then I sit and think, I was a cold person, I was far and distant..never meant to be but I guess it felt that way...all I have left are the nice memories of you to hold onto, your smile, your laughter, your eyes and your voice...

But my darling if you'll have to go please do not say you'll leaving, that would be to much to take...
I was left with a bitter sweet felling never I though I would. This silence is just to much sometimes it hurts my head, thinking I said something wrong...guess I did something wrong, the way I hang up on you last time, after all I wish that moment never ended.. my heart pounded so hard as you called my name again.  

I just want to let you know that I be here waiting for you, no matter how much time this will take, I be silently waiting even if it means forever for what happened will never be erased. 

Sometimes I think if I have stayed longer to hear...longer to listen....would you be here today?. This may look like time all waisted in vain.. why I did not stay? ...why did you have to go?.   

My darling this is not a goodbye...

Picture  by tumblr

Autumn leaves...

"Just like the last  Autumn leaf falling to the ground  your silence is the sign of the end..".

Many nights I have seen the sun setting over me and rising on her, although she's far, I felt her near.
Many times I heard  you breath in my head, watched you sleep, you watched me sleep...
How many times I watched dawn?  and how many times  you watched the fall of dusk?.
How many times I missed you...how many times you missed me?.

Now it feels like its hard to breath...I cant find my peace of mind.
Collecting the leaves that fall to freeze her memory  as Winter fall,
You wandered long, travelled so far, to the end of the world, followed your heart.

Can't leave this past behind, in my memories your image lives.
Like Autumn leaves, making love before they hit the ground.

Tell me now my dear, is this all for real? 

You say your happy... you look pretty good...
You said you'll call me...I promised that too...
But none of us dared to break the silence that Autumn brought..we just watched Winter fall...

Sweet.... sweet romance, warm and bright... an old feeling, but yet so new, lingers in my head... imprinted in my heart...

The warm flame of romance soon died as the last Autumn leaf felled to the ground.

If winter melts away there will be chance for more romance?

                                                                                 I see... chances are so few....

"I'v watched  the sun rising on you and its now it sets on me..".

Pictures by DeviantArt and tumblr

 

Happy Christmas

Exactly one year ago, when I got back from work sat on my bed with a hot cup of tea and switched on my lappy. All I wanted was to relax and not hear the word food at all!.

What actually happened was that I had to step by step guide a friend trough "Skype" making the famous Portuguese dish "Sericaia"  back then alien to me!. Of-course told a white lie and said I knew how to make it! (Mr Chef could not let his friend down).  Ended  up in disaster,  but the taste was pretty good!.

So let me share this typical Portuguese recipe!

Ingredients;

• 1/2 cup sugar
• 1/3 cup all-purpose flour (sifted, then measured)
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 cup whole milk
• Zest of 1/2 lemon, removed in strips with a vegetable peeler
• 1/2 stick cinnamon
• 4 large eggs, separated
• 1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

Method; 

Preheat oven to 350° F (135°C, Gas Mark 1). In small, heavy, non-reactive saucepan, combine 1/4 cup sugar with flour and salt, then whisk in milk. Drop in lemon zest and cinnamon stick. Set pan over moderate heat and cook, stirring constantly, until mixture just boils and forms stiff batter, 5 to 7 minutes.

Remove pan from heat and whisk in egg yolks. Set mixture aside to cool, whisking occasionally, 15 minutes.

In large bowl using electric mixer, beat egg whites until fluffy and texture of thick sea foam. Gradually beat in remaining 1/4 cup sugar, then continue beating until soft peaks form.

Remove lemon zest and cinnamon stick from cooled egg yolk mixture and discard. Gently fold 1/3 of beaten whites into yolk mixture. Scoop mixture onto remaining beaten whites and fold in gently but thoroughly until no streaks remain.

Mound batter in un-greased 9-inch ceramic or glass pie pan. Sift ground cinnamon over batter, covering completely. Place pan on baking sheet. Bake on middle oven rack until centre is set and cracks have formed on surface, about 30 minutes. Remove from oven and cool to room temperature.

Tips;

• Sericaia will fall slightly — this is to be expected Cut into wedges to serve.
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• Sericaia will keep, loosely covered, at room temperature up to 2 days.
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• Avoid over-beating the egg whites,Once you've added the sugar, beat them to the soft-peak stage.
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• When the beater is lifted, the whites should form peaks, then slowly flop over. You want them to flow from the bowl, rather than slide out in one Styrofoam-like lump."

Dear Lisbon

I don't know what hurts more...to love and not be loved back or loosing love....

Got out of bed and still half asleep made it to the kitchen, made my self tea...yeah TEA, not coffee as usual!. Then made it to the bathroom opened the cold water that now is freezing cold, but have to say that made the trick!. Looked in the mirror, stared at my reflection with blood shot eyes and dark circles, tired from lack of sleep and the long hours staring at an idle laptop screen.

I can't just ignore these voices in my head, I must share, I must remove these thoughts I have...I must face the ghost of you.








Dear Lisbon,


I wish to share a few thoughts with you. I might have overreacted  last time. Guess I gave you no time to reply, to answer my 100 questions in 1 minute!.  I reflected and thought a lot during the day.. then to hear your voice after such a long time, to be able to hear you breath and giggle in my ears. I can't get you out of my head yet again, your voice still resonates in my head leaving me with a bitter sweet migraine. 

What is it that constantly makes you come back, now somehow, somewhat even more determined  then ever?. Now you plan to come to me... I'm scared to face it...I'm scared to face you.  What is it that I feel?. This feeling inside is new, yet I know it somehow. Its like to explore something that is forbidden to me something that I was never supposed to have...and now, its in sight and can't wait to grab it and make it mine!. 

Yet this is just a dream nothing else nothing more. One day I'll wake from this dream, to find out the truth. 

Yours... the pawn of destiny 

Picture by tumblr