Blog
As may be expected of a blog, it is an ongoing affair. For the moment, we publish here three types of texts that suit the definition of a blog.
- in English: texts that Touché and Guy post with a certain regularity at LinkedIn. In December 2026, Touché also began publishing on medium.com. These texts are also collected here.
- in Portuguese: contributions of Touché to our company website on LinkedIn, and some of her older posts on Brasil com Z, a blog by expat Brazilians about the countries they emigrated to. The cooperation stopped some time ago, but Touché's texts are still interesting.
- in Portuguese, Dutch, English and even French: whenever we travel, we send newsletters to friends in several countries. At first, these messages appeared only in Portuguese, later a Dutch version was added, and in 2016 we were crazy enough to add a French and an English newsletter during our stays in New Zealand/Australia and Costa Rica. We will progressively post some of these travelogues, going back in time.
Note: the latest post is at the top. Use the menu at left or scroll down for older messages.
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Written by Touché Guimarães, "Nature lover, hopeless romantic, globetrotter. Looking for beauty and poetry everywhere and in everyone without losing the sense of reality."
Crise
Death valley
Crise é dor gritando, pedindo help
Pássaros querendo partir para o Sul, cujas asas foram cortadas
Iceberg se derretendo
Vulcão expulsando larva e a Terra que vai se aquecendo
Falta de Magos, falta de Fadas
Crise são carícias que demandam dois
Olhares, convites que não aceitam a palavra depois
Crise é coração que vai explodir
E que ninguém nem nada pode impedir
Crise, é temporal a ponto de desabar
É ponte rachada, que vai desmoronar
É criancinha pedindo alimento
É relâmpago no firmamento
Crise não espera
Crise acontece vermelha, dark, nera
Crise é sofrimento.
Crise é aquele momento
Não se posterga a solução
Porque crise é a resposta não
Desconhece a palavra calma
Porque crise não é palavra
E sim estado de alma
Crise é isso: vida pulsante
Sangue borbulhante
Que exige ação urgente
Porque crise é a dor da gente.
Change
white world
It was a long winter
Very, very long
Grey, rainy, white
that lasted more than
the inner sun
And then the explosion
The whole body says no
The intern bomb says go
And there it is all the flashy neon
Asking why, how, what for
And so it was
And so it is
It remains cold and fris
It is what it is
Life must go on.
Loving protection
It´s such an old formula. It does not oppose science, nor diminishes the value of modern medicine.
It´s fantastic to live in a moment where so many technological resources are there to provide support and cure to those who are sick. It´s so good that there are medications, and professionals who know how to avoid and treat different diseases. It´s wonderful to have access to all that means life quality – and good health is a core aspect of it.
Love from Nature
Even if not the majority – sadly not the majority at all – there are countries where the governmental institutions provide the best services and care at no financial cost to their inhabitants. Access to free medical assistance should be granted in all countries and to everybody. Life is a right, and as such it should be considered. Respect for good food, clean air and water, warm houses, fresh ambiances. Children deserve a future that means progress and development for each one. Education, specially basic education that prepares for the professional life ahead. No youngster should be afraid of becoming an adult because they can not afford it.
What is civilization? We do not need sophisticated definitions. It should mean respect and decency at all levels in a society. If you don´t have it, you get sick. So – tragically – simple is it. We get sick because of the greed and indifference of those who have the power to avoid suffering for just anyone in the world.
We don´t have it though. More and more we feel less and less in control of our lives, what leads to all the misfortune and loneliness. So we get sick. Our minds are hungry, our blood runs fade, our body shrinks because we just do not have the basics. And when we can´t identify the damages this toxic system causes we just keep on going, demanding from ourselves the time and energy we do not have because it has been drained, taken out of our inner-bodies and we could not even realize that this was happening until it explodes our emotions and put us to the ground.
We don´t need that many flags about the dangers. We need mirrors that show us the changes in our expressions. We need dear ones who alert us about the darkness around our eyes. We need ears that listen to our sad silences. We need voices that tell us to stop. We need arms that embrace and keep us warm.
Yes, all we need is love. When there is love then life is protected.
The formula is old but will remain young and modern at any time.
Only love heals, only love leads to peace. And only in peace can we live a LIFE.
Jacht
I´m looking for my Poësie. For some time it has been hiding from me. Maybe because of that empty tree. It flew away just trying to be free
It´s dark outside. Very easy to go out and hide
deer
Hearts, minds, dreams that melt. Thoughts and feelings forbiden to be felt. Silenced words that speak of peace. Sweet sounds lost in the roar of power demanding more and more war
Life, the supreme masterpiece. Life, life and Poesië fly to an island in the middle of the sea. Where the beauty of child, love, bee and the music of Poesië can still remain and be in nature, in you and in me.