The Island and I (A Ilha e eu)

I took the photo above today when I was leaving the Big Island of Hawaii from the plane on my mobile phone. A few minutes earlier, a friend asked on the car how did I feel the island. I tried to explain that I am filled with creative and nurturing energy. Browsing the airline magazine, I saw the quote below. I looked outside once again. I closed my eyes and let the island in one last time, until I return.


San Francisco Street Art


Resting With Sea Turtle (Descançando com tartarugas marinhas)

Punaluu Beach, Big Island, Hawaii

Numa tarde aqui no Hawaii, semana passada, deite-me na praia próximo a uma tartaruga marinha e tiramos uma soneca. Não nos pertube durante o sono! Ficamos irritados! hehe

(In an idle afternoon, last week, I laid down next to a sea turtle and took a nap in the same beach. Don’t try to wake us up. We get grumpy!)

Mexico City through the windows! (Cidade do México através das janelas)

From the ugly smoke that rises covering the stars…
da  feia fumaça que  sobe apagando as estrelas…

From the  taxi window, I was not able to hide the smile for arriving at a place that brings  me back home. When I opened the window of the hotel, this phrase from Caetano  Veloso’s song Sampa came to my  mind. In the song, Caetano sings the reality of contrasts in modern São Paulo. Mexico City welcomed  me with sincere smiles, Tacos  Del Pastor and a gray landscape.

Da janela do taxi, eu não conseguia esconder o sorriso de estar num lugar que lembra minha terra. Quando abri a janela do hotel, a frase da música Sampa, de Caetano Veloso me veio à mente imediatamente. Na música, Caetano versa a realidade de contrastes da moderna São  Paulo.  A Cidade do México me recepcionou com sorrisos sinceros,  tacos del pastor e uma paisagem cinza.

the data ecosystem

Over the past 5 years, I’ve been writing on my spare time, ideas and content based on my 20 years career managing data. it parts from the Earth’s ecosystems, especially the water cycles, to build a new way to see and manage data assets.

The two pages below have been created about 2 years ago and were the core of my methodology process.

Big Island of Hawaii!

A close encounter with the Pele, the goddess of the volcano. A close encounter with life and earth under formation. A close encounter with myself. I took the photo when I arrived, I wrote the poem when I left.

Pele Reaches the Ocean.


Sacred guardian of sunshine.

My skin is your canvas.

Paint me naked

with the warmth of the daylight.


Goddess of Hula,

take me in your arms

and dance with me

in this ocean of fire.


breathe on my heart

the spiritual light of the sun.

And when night comes,

make me a bed under the stars.

Cover me with tee leaves

and chant me a soft lullaby

About the rocks and the roots.

Open Your Cuca to Life and its Magic

When I first looked into her eyes, I knew I had no other option. The sweet eyes in the strong body often associated with violence, held Tiffany and I hostage. We sat in front of her gate, in the humane society rescue center, for an hour looking at her. We left with her. She has being pure bless and a lot of fun. Her personality is a mix of a thoughtful philosopher and goofy teen spirit. That’s how she got her name Cuca. Cuca is the name of a famous Brazilian children’s literature character who is a charming alligator that lives in the bamboo forest making magic portions and tricks to people that approaches the woods. In modern portuguese, Cuca means mind. A “boa cuca” is a connected smart mind. A “Cuca fresca” is a relaxed mind. And it goes.

Cuca hates raining days. Yesterday was rainy. She had problems to pee and ended up peeing in the bed in the morning. I only realized it later in the evening when I was getting ready for bed. On an attack of madness I screened while I walked towards her while she curled her body against the wall in an instinctive defense reaction. I was suddenly stopped by a feeling of peace and reasoning that hold my body for some minutes like if an invisible force field blocked me from reaching her while angry. I stood still in the middle of the room while calmed down and thought about my absence on her life lately and our friendship. I felt remorse for some of my actions and lack of time for her training. I walk to the other side of the room, sat at the red bench and started crying with my eyes closed. Cuca walkedtowards me, laid down under my legs and touched my left ankle with both of her front paws. I felt it, stopped crying and looked down. I remembered my recent Reiki healing class and I felt her energy. I said out loud: “I know baby, everything will be ok”. We stayed there for a few minutes and I laid down on the floor by the bed. She walker around my entire body rubbing her coat against mine and approached me with the “red ring” Toy and we played with it on the floor like we used to do every night when I first got her. I felt that strong bond once again. I remembered thinking in the past why she didn’t like that toy since she never destroyed it like she does to all the toys in record time. It is her sacred ring. It seals friendship, love and the connection between two creatures.

This morning I spot this photo of her and I wrote this blog note to document the magic and majesty of this moment.

Cuca is pure Magic

I learned with the animals

To rest under large trees in hot summer days

To announce the rain before the thunder

To live in group just like ants.

I learned with the animals

Not be afraid to gain respect

To howl in the dark of the night to bring clarity

To build a nest to have a place to call home.

I learned with the animals

To mark the territory that is mine by right

To know that the earth is a community

To be simple and defection free.

I learned with the animals

To be natural so you are wholesome

That the key to the matter is my heart

To make the calculated and righteous approach.

I learned with the animals

That we are the ones that makes our place perfect

That reason not always has a reason

that is better to be instinctive and truthful

than being a heartless scientist or pragmatic philosopher.

(Adaptation from original poem Rangel Castilho)

Museu Inhotim

The modern art museum and botanic garden in the city of Brumadinho, Minas Gerais, close to my parents home is one of the most unbelievable places I’ve seem in the world. Pieces and installations from artists like Zhang Huan, Cildo Meireles (See Glove Trotter below) and Olafur Eliasson the place is amazing. The gardens also contains the largest collection of palm trees in the world.

João Graveto Nest


Glove Trotter by Cildo Meireles

Palm Tree

The platform. (A plataforma.)

“It is just two sides

of the same journey.

The train arriving

is the same leaving.

The time of the encounter

is also time for a farewell.

The platform of this station

is life…”

(Milton Nascimento)

“São só dois lados
Da mesma viagem
O trem que chega
É o mesmo trem da partida
A hora do encontro
É também de despedida
A plataforma dessa estação
É a vida desse meu lugar
É a vida desse meu lugar
É a vida”

Ouro Preto, Minas Gerais, Brazil