Nov 28, 2011

How many roads...


My second son, Luís, is flying to Germany today.
Frustrated with life conditions in this country and wishing to try a new life with his german girl-friend, he decided to go back to Heidelberg, his place of birth.
I have the consolation to know that Sara Joana waits for him. Her parents are long time friends from the years we lived over there. I know that he can count on some good and trusty people.
A sad day for me and his brothers and sister, hopefully a new sunny begin for Luís.

The photographs above were taken on Wildpark Frankenhof, near Reken.
On that cold winter day, there was no one else around, silence was only disturbed by our footsteps tracking our way through the snow.
We spent that winter (2003/2004) together in Reken. It was a very hard time for us, as Luís mother (the mother of all my four children) was struggling between life and death, after suffering a stroke.
We would sit at night eating Brezels with butter and cheese, drinking Veltins, watching some stupid TV channel, mostly thinking about that very thin line that separates life from death.
Sometimes we would cook a Griessklösschensuppe to keep us warm, and whenever we found the energy for it, we would try to laugh as much as we could… Laughing to keep from crying!
Often we would dress our warm coats in the middle of the night and go for a walk in the woods or through the fields, the only waken souls in the region.
Although I knew Reken for some decades, I felt kind of strange there: me and Luís’s mother were already divorced, somehow I didn’t belong no more there…
Looking back, I sometimes think that those hard times contributed for us to learn a lesson, albeit a hard one; we grew spiritualy for sure… And we got very close friends!

“I wish you well my son, I hope that you find your way, and that your way is a good one!”.

“Blowing in the Wind” – Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea ?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free ?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.
 (From the album “The Freewheelin’”, 1963)



  1. Hi,
    I am a huge fan of your block! Realy fantastic work.
    There are no words, I feel sorry for you, but I know, you will keep in touch!
    Kind rgards

  2. Uma música intemporal.
    Felicidades! Como compreendo bem o seu filho.

  3. As a parent, I emphatise with you. When my son says "Mum, now I'm ready to find my way", I hope I'll be ready to stand back and let him. I wish Luis all the best.


  4. Dad You now i´m always with you.
    No matter were i´m.
    I love you a lot and that will never change.
    I remember that day like it was yesterday.
    Thank you for everything.
    I have the best Dad in the world