• Serra da Mantiqueira {Passa Quatro, MG, Brasil}
  • Caxambu {Passa Quatro, MG} / Homeland!
  • Caxambu {Passa Quatro, MG}
  • Verdura sem par {Passa Quatro, MG} / Green Homeland!
  • Visto do Caxambu {Passa Quatro, Mg}
  • …da antiga RMV {Pinheirinhos/Passa Quatro, MG}
  • Perfil da Mantiqueira {Passa Quatro, MG}
  • Solar da Fam. Bustamante {Passa Quatro, MG}
  • …da RMV - hoje só pra Turismo {Passa Quatro, MG}
  • antigo Seminário Salesiano
  • Universidade Salesiana {Lorena, SP}
  • São Paulo, Capital - anos 60
  • Praça da República - anos 60 {SP, Capital}
  • Dois símbolos - anos 60/70 {SP, Capital}
  • Praia José Menino {Santos, SP}
  • Praia do Sino / Guarapocaia {Ilhabela, SP}
  • Leonhardskirche (Frankfurt a. M., Alemanha)
  • Dreikönigskirche - Mainkai {Frankfurt a. M.}
  • Frankfurt Westend - Rothschildpark / Mein Leseplatz
  • Rua no Centro de Frankfurt
  • Primeira morada em Frankfurt {my 1st place in Germany}
  • Vista geral do centro histórico {Cityview}
  • Vista noturna desde o Castelo
  • Ruínas do Castelo
  • Hirschberg an der Bergstraße
  • Outra vista do povoado / just another view
  • Esquina com casas típicas {Fachwerkhäuser}
  • Cores outonais, vistas de nosso salão / Autumn colors {from our bay window}
  • Olha o inverno! Carece limpar a calçada! / Oh… got to shovel!
  • A primavera invadindo nossa casa! / Springtime!
  • Casa verde nº 6 {Lindenstr.}
  • Um toque tropical no jardim! / Tropics in the garden!
  • Pra passear! {Hirschberg} / So many vineyards!
  • Caminhar é preciso! / The pleasure of walking … down!
  • Monte Alto {da Praia de Riazor}
  • Orzán e Riazor {vistas de Monte Alto}
  • …quando a noite desce! / Abenddämmerung!
  • Torre de Hércules, o melhor passeio! / Lieblingsspaziergang!
  • Fachada do Obradoiro e Pazo de Raxoi {parte traseira}
  • Vista da Baía {desde Cangas}
  • Praia dos Alemães, ao fundo as Ilhas Cíes!
  • Nossa praia / “our” beach!

My places

Would you say about a nomad … he got a place? For me feeling nomadic, or vagrant [globe-trotter, in
Yankee's language], the possessive lacks sense.

Places in general yes, several in my case: 3 countries — the first, Brazil, native country — far as the devil
and nevertheless quite close, very close, indeed, I take it with me everywhere, at the bottom of the retina,
deep in my heart, in most dreams, in my way of being wherever I live.

Other countries, where I have spent months, years or decades of life, meanwhile much longer than in Brazil:
Germany, mecca of the opera — and now Spain.

Who knows where we are going to stay.
Is it really so important – the place – being all so transitory as we are?

I do not dramatize. I take notes and, as Rosalía de Castro said, keep drinking.

Place, a real place, is a state of spirit. The mother tongue. And some old songs. Sometimes. Not always.