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Martin de Los Andes'/><category term='Atlantic Ocean'/><category term='Caviahue'/><category term='Lagos'/><category term='Esquel'/><title type='text'>Retalhos da Vida de um Nómada</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>141</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6778800642947077887</id><published>2012-02-11T16:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-02-11T16:56:18.258Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corvo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Azores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Maria'/><title type='text'>4 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Azores little Islands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;The Nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Undoubtfully, we owe our existence to the Nature, we all know that. Genereously, the nature gives you evereything we need to survive. Our breathing air, the food, the clothing, our shelters, the roads that link us... And all that is offered to us in a gift from God, as i try to illustrate today with a little tour around 3 of the less known islands of our Azores: Santa Maria, Flores and Corvo. With &lt;i&gt;Radiohead (No Surprises, Lucky and The Tourist)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;And what does man kind do facing that gift? Rip it off in an higher and higher colossal and violent ambition. Without asking, without measuring the consequences, always asking for more, pushing the limits with no intention of slowing down, until the day that nature fight violently back, maybe erasing us from the face of the planet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;And all this for what? I believe that in every issue of life (political, economical, social, individual) we receive as much as you are able to give. Much more than you receive when you are always trying to take everythinhg from the others, giving back the minimum you can. I do believe in that, not only from my heart, but also from my head, my reason. Ask a mathmatician if it is possible to prove that possibility and amaze yourself with the answers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;NO. I´m not so naif, that think this is so simple as that. But i´m naif enough to believe that if we fight a much better world is there to be earned. If each one of us, individually and responsably, concentrate on that, no matter what our neighbour, employer or employee, do. With Passion for the Nature, with the sustainability of our Word, loving human race (instead of just one or two generations) and with the knowledge of the consequences of our actions in the space and in the Time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after all, every of the great committments that have had impact in human kind, always were based in ingenuities. That's how an originality is built.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/36562874?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;A natureza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Se devemos a nossa existência a alguma coisa, essa é indubitavelmente à natureza. De forma generosa, todo o mundo natural alimenta as necessidades que nos suportam a vida. O ar que respiramos, a comida que comemos, a roupa que vestimos, os abrigos que nos acolhem, as estradas que nos unem... E tudo isso nos é oferecido numa dádiva divina, que procura ilustrar hoje com uma voltita por 3 das ilhas menos conhecidas do nosso arquipélago açoreano. Santa Maria, Flores e Corvo. Embalados pelo som dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Radiohead (No Surprises, Lucky e The Tourist)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;E o que faz a humanidade perante isso. rasga, desventra, estripa, em ritmos cada vez mais vorazes e violentos. Sem pedir, sem medir consequências, cada vez se exige mais da natureza, se pressiona aos limites sem "parança" até ao dia em que ela, cansada de tanto despautério e destempero, ela reagirá com violência, quiçá literalmente varrendo-nos da face do planeta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;E tudo isto para quê?. Eu acredito que em todos os sentidos da vida (politico, económico social, individual) quanto mais se dá, mais se recebe, muito mais do que aquilo que se obtêm quando nos entretemos todos a tentar tirar mais dos outros enquanto damos o &lt;/span&gt;mínimo&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;possível&lt;span&gt;. E acredito nisto não só pelo coração mas também pela razão. Perguntem a um matemático se arranja uma maneira de mostrar isto que digo, e surpreendam-se com a resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não sou tão ingénuo que acredite que isto mude com simplicidade e a rapidez que todos desejariamos. Mas sou suficientemente ingénuo para acreditar que o mundo pode ser muito melhor do que aquilo em que se tornou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Basta que queiramos, cada um de nós, individual e responsavelmente, independentemente do que pratica o nosso parceiro do lado, de cima ou de baixo. Com estima pela Natureza, com sustentabilidade na Palavra, com amor pelos nossa espécie (não apenas na nossa geração) e com a noção da repercussão do que fazemos, no espaço e no tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;E afinal de contas, todas os grandes feitos da nossa espécie assentaram com frequência no principio da ingenuidade. É assim que se constroi a originalidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Concentremo-nos nisso, então!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6778800642947077887?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6778800642947077887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6778800642947077887' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6778800642947077887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6778800642947077887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-questions_11.html' title='4 Questions'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2004274324748067602</id><published>2012-02-04T19:26:00.011Z</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:24:19.748Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='River Guadiana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alcoutim'/><title type='text'>4 Questions</title><content type='html'>Olhão - Ayamonte - Alcoutim - Armona - Olhão&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;"She" is passioned or just cool,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;sweet or bitter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;definitive or smashing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;joyful or melancolic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;and a lot of things more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;But "she" must always have a meaning. The WORD. It must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Going back in time, the word was the honour. Those who couldn´t keep it, were marked. With time, it become acceptable and acceptable until it was sucked of any meaning. People say things that don´t intend to do. Use the word as a weapon for interests. Or we just let things happen without a fight. But we are all a mirror for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;And so, with a desperate "Laisser Faire, Laisser Passer", we know nothing about anything, because true or false always have the same consequences. What Happen to Strauss-Kahn?. or with the deaths of Kadhafi or Sadam? or with the case Freeport? or... We´ll never know for sure. For me, this is one of the greatest problems of modern society, human culture and democracy. To make the word worth. Each one individually and deeply. First alone, then with the partner next to you and so on until Society have a meaningful word based on the believes of its individuals. We really must to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;A cluster where the sincerity of the word is fundamental is the crew of a sailing ship (let´s say, a small one). You can sunk if you don´t trust each other or you can have memorable journey like this one in the film, sailing in the River Guadiana towards an old portuguese town (Alcoutim) which once lived from smuggling. With the divine &lt;i&gt;Divine Comedy (Love What You Do, Lost Property, Bad Ambassador, Beauty Regime), &lt;/i&gt;it seemed a journey to the heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Taste it smoothly and find out how inspiring it can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/36140839?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela é apaixonada ou desinteressada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;doce ou amarga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;redundante e retumbante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;enfim, alegre ou melancólica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e um monte de outras coisas mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas tem sempre um significado. A Palavra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem de ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em tempos idos a honra assentava na palavra. Quem lhe faltava, ficava marcado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com o tempo, passou a ser aceitável, ainda que reprovável, mas aceitável... faltar à palavra dada. Depois ainda foi-se tornando cada vez mais usual essa falta, até que a palavra passou a valer coisa nenhuma. Numas ocasiões dizem-se coisas que não se pretendem fazer, manuseia-se a palavra ao sabor dos interesses sem qualquer tipo de credibilidade associada. Outras fingimos acreditar, deixando a coisa a acontecer, porque simplesmente é muito mais cómodo. Mas todos somos um espelho uns dos outros. Sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim, com uma desesperante indiferença nunca sabemos nada acerca de nada, porque tudo não passa de argumentação em que se pode mentir ou dizer a verdade com idênticas consequências. O que se passou com Strauss-Kahn? Ou com a morte do Kadahfi? Ou com o caso Freeport? Ou... Nunca saberemos. Esse, para mim, é um dos maiores problemas que se coloca à sociedade moderna, à cultura humana e à democracia. Fazer valer o valor da palavra. Cada um individualmente e profundamente. Encostando no outro do lado, e no outro, e no outro, até que por força das crenças dos individuos que a compõe, a sociedade passe a ter PALAVRA também. Mas temos mesmo de o fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um cluster onde a importância da sinceridade na palavra é indubitavelmente grande é dentro de um barco à vela, pelo que não é despropositado colorir este pensamento meu com uma poética viagem  com cerne no rio (Guadiana) até uma terra que outrora viveu de contrabando (Alcoutim). Escolhi &lt;i&gt;Divine Comedy (Love What You Do, Lost Property, Bad Ambassador, Beauty Regime)&lt;/i&gt; para nos acompanhar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saboreiem-na, que é mesmo boa para reflectir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2004274324748067602?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2004274324748067602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2004274324748067602' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2004274324748067602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2004274324748067602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2012/02/4-questions.html' title='4 Questions'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-5933647563042598619</id><published>2012-01-28T13:05:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:26:24.460Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Melgaço'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GeoScale and Time Scale'/><title type='text'>4 Questions</title><content type='html'>Melgaço&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Global Globalization brought together the globalization of spaces, things and... i think...of the time as well. Nowadays it is impossible to live thinking about our "tiny" space of family, city or country. Because everything we do somehow contributes to a global contribution. As so, we have a self conscience of characteristics and problems of the planet. The GEOSCALE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But another dimension must also be added, The TIME SCALE, because the consequences of our acts today explode far behind in the future. Thinking about our children is not enough anymore, we have to think about our grandchildren, even if we don´t have any. We are, definitevely, marking their possibilities. It is impossible not to remember the influence of my grandparents in what i am today, passing me the responsability of doing the same with my descendents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, to answer the four questions of the dream (previous post) with intellegence and sincerity, we have to fit our attitude into the GeoScale and the Time Scale. With &lt;b&gt;Love, Knowledge, Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;. And above all, with convict &lt;b&gt;Honesty&lt;/b&gt;. Difficult task, for sure, but something that we must walk trough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don´t resist to comment on the role of &lt;b&gt;Mathematics&lt;/b&gt;, together with love,  in the combination of these two scales. And how far we are from using it in routine basis)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's what i peacefully discuss with a brunch of friends after i came from SIL Monasteries, pleasantly and confortably installed in the Farm of two dear friends where a Fantastic white wine Alvarinho (POEMA) that touches your mind and your heart. With &lt;b&gt;Zero 7&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Distractions&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;In a Waiting Line&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35768009?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A globalização do nosso mundo trouxe consigo a globalização das coisas, dos espaços e... a meu ver, do tempo, também. Hoje em dia é impossível viver enquadrado apenas com a familia, a sua cidade ou o seu país, enfim conceber a existência pensando apenas no canto que os olhos alcançam. Porque tudo contribui para uma repercussão global. Por isso, temos de desenvolver uma consciência que abranja aquilo que são as caracteristicas e os problemas do planeta. Á GEOESCALA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas isso por sí só, também já não chega. Uma 4ª dimensão adiciona-se a essa, a dimensão do tempo,  porque a consciência que temos hoje tem repercussões indeléveis daquilo que será o amanhã. Pensar nos filhos e no que lhes deixámos é normalmente feito, embora vislumbre um egoismo e ambição quase desesperados que por demasiadas vezes impeça que se pense neles com a profundidade devida. Todavia essa escala ainda assim é curta. Lembro-me do quanto aprendi a ser feliz com eles, os meus avós (que saudades da avó Guida em particular), e quanto isso me faz lembrar dos meus netos que ainda não chegaram mas com quem eu me tenho de me preocupar já hoje. Ss repercussões do que fazemos estender-se-ão para lá da sua existência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, para responder áquelas 4 perguntas do meu sonho (post anterior) com inteligência e sinceridade, é fundamental pautar a nossa alma simultaneamente nas escalas do planeta e do tempo. &lt;b&gt;Com Amor com Conhecimento e com Inteligência. E sobretudo com firme Honestidade&lt;/b&gt;. Tarefa difícil, mas  sem dúvida um caminho sustentado que urge assegurar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Não resisto aqui a comentar o quanto a &lt;b&gt;matemática&lt;/b&gt;, juntamente com o amor, desempenha na harmonização destas duas escalas.  E quão desintegrada ela está do nosso dia-a-dia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi isso que discuti serenamente com um monte de amigos, depois de vir dos Mosteiros do SIL, prazenteiramente instalados na quinta de duas amigas minhas, onde se produz um fantástico Alvarinho (POEMA) que toca na mente e no coração. Com &lt;b&gt;Zero 7&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Distractions&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;In a Waiting Line&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-5933647563042598619?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/5933647563042598619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=5933647563042598619' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5933647563042598619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5933647563042598619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-questions_28.html' title='4 Questions'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6711999397380418325</id><published>2012-01-22T12:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:27:02.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cañones del Sil (España)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canyon of Sil (Spain)'/><title type='text'>4 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a dream, one of these days. One of those dreams that arise from your deepest unconscious level. Overpowering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was at Heaven´s door. Through a light smog i had a glance of so many familiar faces inviting me to get in... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I moved on. Four keys, four questions to answer, to open an access in through the cloud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - A sustainable life in the Planet depends over all on the respect for the Nature. What should be the individual contribution to ensure that needed global respect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Is it possible to achieve a true freedom if there isn´t any love and compassion for all those that surround us, including those that only will come tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Is it possible the development of man kind, if knowledge is used as particular profit instead of a contribution for the general well-fare? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - What society is more sustainable (even in the economic sense) ? The one that relies in profit or the one that relies on giving? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I scracht my head, not knowing what answer and heaven just disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A few hours later i was on my way to Sil Monasteries (North of Spain) looking for some answers. With AIR on my pocket, &lt;i&gt;Heaven´s Light&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt; (from the album &lt;i&gt;Love 2&lt;/i&gt;)  and &lt;i&gt;Playground Love&lt;/i&gt; (The &lt;i&gt;Virgin suicides&lt;/i&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Think it over with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35462277?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive um sonho um dia destes. Um daqueles sonhos que sinto como uma emanação do meu inconsciente. Libertadores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava às portas do paraiso. Através de uma névoa  descortinei de forma fugaz alguns rostos conhecidos encorajando-me a entrar. . .  Acedi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 chaves com 4 perguntas que teria de responder para abrir a nesga na névoa que me permitia a passagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - A possibilidade de manter a vida no planeta depende acima de tudo, do respeito pela natureza. Qual é, então, o  contributo que cada individuo tem de dar para que globalmente esse respeito seja assegurado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 - Será possível aspirar a uma verdadeira liberdade se não houver amor e compaixão por todos os que nos rodeiam, sobretudo por aqueles que ainda hão-de vir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 - Será possível evoluir como espécie, se o conhecimento for destinado ao proveito de grupos individuais ao invés de ser aberto e contributivo para o bem geral?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 - Qual a sociedade mais sustentável (mesmo no sentido puramente económico)? A que assenta no lucro ou a que assenta na dádiva?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cocei a cabeça, não sabendo exatamente o que responder e por isso acordei. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Umas horas mais tarde estava a caminho dos Mosteiros do SIL (Norte de Espanha) em busca das respostas áquelas decisivas perguntas. Com &lt;i&gt;Heaven´s Light&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;Love&lt;/i&gt; (do album &lt;i&gt;Love 2&lt;/i&gt;) e &lt;i&gt;Playground Love&lt;/i&gt; (The &lt;i&gt;Virgin suicides&lt;/i&gt;) dos &lt;i&gt;AIR&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ajudem-me a pensar nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6711999397380418325?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6711999397380418325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6711999397380418325' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6711999397380418325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6711999397380418325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-questions.html' title='4 Questions'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4986614122802125496</id><published>2012-01-06T23:58:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:30:17.274Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Where do the Children Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I try to look into the future, through the window of Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try to foresee a little sun, at the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suddenly, i felt smashed by the totalitary democracy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rush, the greed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the anguish of wanting everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bunch of faces fly over my scared and laid body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughing out loud, and laughing again out loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a distorted and intense colour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a transe, i slide over that scenary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thousands of bodies covering the surface my eyes can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thousands of destroyed bodies, all in black-gray-white &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;black-gray-white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in the center...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...in the center, a bunch of colourful faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laughing in more intense colours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wake up. I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. It cannot be. It is just not possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cat Stevens (Where do the Children Play)&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Sting (Russians) &lt;/i&gt;came up to my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i smile again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do they think their children will survive intensively colourful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with their mansions, horses swimming pools and porsches,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;among all that black, grey and white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn´t it time to think what we are doing to our children?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A kiss &amp;amp; hug to everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We´ll see each other aorund&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34625867?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Espreito o futuro pela janela de Hoje&lt;div&gt;Tento descortinar um solzito lá no fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De repente dou comigo esmagado pela democracia que se tornou totalitária&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A correria, a ganância, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a avidez de tudo ter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O planeta insustentado e insustentável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dezenas de rostos sobrevoam o meu corpo deitado assustado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rindo, rindo muito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de uma côr intensa e disforme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Num transe sobrevoo todo aquele cenário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um monte de corpos deitados todos destruidos, tudo em preto-cinzento-branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e mais e mais e mais pretos-cinzentos-brancos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cobrindo toda a superficie do alcançável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e no meio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no meio, meia duzia continua rindo, rindo, rindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada vez mais brilhantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordo. Sorrio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nã! Nã pode ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recordo-me de &lt;i&gt;Cat Stevens (Where do the Children Play)&lt;/i&gt; e &lt;i&gt;Sting (Russians)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sorrio outra vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que julgam que os filhos deles sobreviverão coloridos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com a mansão, o cavalo, a piscina e o porsche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por entre todo aquele preto cinzento e branco?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não será tempo de pensar no legado que deixamos aos nossos filhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um beijo, um abraço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para todos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vemo-nos por aí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4986614122802125496?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4986614122802125496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4986614122802125496' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4986614122802125496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4986614122802125496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2012/01/where-do-children-play.html' title='Where do the Children Play'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1002903456687422377</id><published>2011-12-26T16:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:16:13.309Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feliz ano novo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Curtiba'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>I just want to wish you everything i wish for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May next year be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new begining for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a world based in KNOWLEDGE &amp;amp; LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be a fantastic combination, don´t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with Elis Regina &amp;amp; Pink Floyd, and the sweet voice of my daughter Laura in the beginning of her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;with the "postcard" of a magnificent afternoon in Curitiba (Brazil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/6544220?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria desejar a todos o que desejo para mim próprio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o próximo ano possa ser a nova aurora&lt;br /&gt;de um mundo baseado no CONHECIMENTO e no AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não seria isto uma fantástica combinação?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com a Elis Regina &amp;amp; Pink Floyd, mais a voz da minha filha Laura&lt;br /&gt;deixo uma ilustração de uma tarde em Curitiba (Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;com esse horizonte em pano de fundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Ano para todos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1002903456687422377?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1002903456687422377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1002903456687422377' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1002903456687422377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1002903456687422377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2946374951701938980</id><published>2011-12-17T13:07:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:01:00.742Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Granja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aguda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - Epilogue</title><content type='html'>Granja, my sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week after my depart i was back with the sense of a duty acomplished (the paper i had presented was well recognized, which was proved a few days later when i received an invitation to publish an elarged version in a american international journal) and the heart filled with another beautiful scenary. Quick but truly worthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly seated in my balcony, while looking at the infinite horizon, i couldn´t help myself of thinking how happy i can be, because i´m still Free Mind man full of Serenety and Joy, with no chains or anguishes. no matter the price i have to pay for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel my home heart with this little "promenade" around my place (Granja and Aguda) as an extension of the australian nature i have just met, again with the sound of Eddie Vedder (Guaranteed). I want to dedicate this little moment to my partner in this trip, a deep friend i´m proud of, who really appreciate this little world of mine. CARLOS RODRIGUES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we´ll be able to keep in touch next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33793595?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma semana depois de ter partido eis-me de volta com o sentido do dever cumprido (artigo apresentado e bem apreciado, conforme tive oportunidade de confirmar uns dias mais tarde quando recebi um convite para publicar uma versão alargada do mesmo numa revista geotécnica americana) e o coração cheiinho de mais uma belissima natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado pacificamente na minha varanda, olhando o horizonte infinito que sempre me motiva a vida, não pude deixar de pensar quão feliz eu sou por após todos os anos que levo em cima do pêlo, me manter um homem Livre, Sereno e Alegre sem grandes grilhetas ou angústias, indiferente ao preço que posso ter de pagar por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintam esse meu sentimento com este pequeno passeio pelo meu lugarejo (Granja e Aguda)quase como se fosse uma extensão da natureza australiana de onde acabo de chegar. Outra vez com a musica de Eddie Vedder (Guaranteed. É bom estar de volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico este momento ao meu parceiro de viagem, amigo dos sete costados e apreciador profundo deste meu pequeno mundo. CARLOS RODRIGUES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ NATAL PARA TODOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vêmo-nos por aí, no próximo ano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2946374951701938980?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2946374951701938980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2946374951701938980' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2946374951701938980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2946374951701938980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/12/spot-of-light-in-dark-horizon-epilogue.html' title='A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - Epilogue'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8141043278243532870</id><published>2011-12-10T12:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:05:17.556Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pineacles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stromatolites'/><title type='text'>A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - The Freedom</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in Western Australia&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I´m a nature lover and so any travel around nowhere is always more appreciated than the urban landscape. As so, i  include that "Salt &amp;amp; Pepper" in my travels whenever is possible. This time, i had quite near two unique natural  offers: The Pineacles, a fantastic eolic erosion landscape, and the living Stromatolites, which happen to be descendent of the oldest life forms of the planet. Curious how this latter were able to survive to all the convulsions of the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don´t want to talk much, today. I just want to share with you the nature as it is, filling my soul with the freedom of mind that wilderness always bring. I really need that to survive this decadent world we are living in. Eddie Vedder came up to my mind with the fantastic music (&lt;i&gt;No Ceiling, Hard Sun and Long Nights&lt;/i&gt;) he composed for the also fantastic movie  &lt;i&gt;Into the Wild, &lt;/i&gt;which has everything to do with human freedom. I just recomend to all of you, both the music and the movie&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope i can bring a bit of hope to all of you that believe we can make a better world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33393969?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sou um amante incondicional da natureza pura, e por isso aprecio muito mais um bom retrato natural, mesmo que sem conforto, do que as voltas habituais em torno das paisagens urbanas. Sempre que posso, incluo esse "Sal e Pimenta" nas minhas voltas pelo mundo. Desta vez tive a sorte de ter perto (o tempo de estadia foi muito curto) dois cenários naturais únicos. os Pináculos, um cenário de erosão eólica absolutamente fantástico, e o ambiente preservado que permitiu a sobrevivência dos Estromatólitos (uma das mais antigas formas de vida do planeta) e que parece apontar um caminho para a nossa própria sobrevivência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não me apetece muito discorrer sobre este mundo cada vez mais decadente em que vivemos. Quero apenas partilhar a natureza que me encheu a alma da liberdade de pensamento que um estado selvagem (no bom sentido) sempre me traz, e que eu considero como o valor mais importante da vida humana.  A este propósito, penso que a fantástica musica de Eddie Vedder (&lt;i&gt;No Ceiling, Hard Sun and Long Nights&lt;/i&gt;) do não menos fantástico filme &lt;i&gt;Into the Wild,(&lt;/i&gt;que tem tudo a ver com essa liberdade de que falo) traduz fielmente esse meu percurso. Recomendo tanto o album completo como o filme (com o mesmo nome).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que isso possa trazer a esperança que precisam todos aqueles que acreditam num mundo melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8141043278243532870?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8141043278243532870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8141043278243532870' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8141043278243532870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8141043278243532870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/12/spot-of-light-in-dark-horizon-freedom.html' title='A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - The Freedom'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2974960482321321923</id><published>2011-12-03T14:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-03T15:33:52.967Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fremantle'/><title type='text'>A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - The Joy</title><content type='html'>Fremantle, Western Australia&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a way, we all know that our society model is coming to an end. We may still want to have a hope to hold on to but the truth is that we should be thinking on the new dawn rather than trying to keep the old one.  And if you've got to build something, you must do it with JOY to create something really worth. I think i don´t really need hope for myself, i just need the hope that next generations will achieve that goal. I look at my son (in the University now) or Luis Machado or some of my students and see the joy, the happiness and the energy to ride that adventure. After all,  they  truly are the future of the man kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that´s what i felt going around in Fremantle, the port of Perth, located 19 km downstream in the mouth of Swan river, during the short city tour i made with the "craziest" guide i´ve ever met. We started laughing as we stepped in the "trolley" until the last minute of the trip, while going through a parade of architectural heritage buildings that really makes that small town (25.000 souls) special, showing a rare harmony with the main port of that area. Sometimes it was hard to follow his australian accent, but you laugh all the same because his way of playing around with people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered the street blue musicians i have met some years before in Amsterdam (Krooked Wheels) in front of the Centraal Station, spreading joy around with their amazing improvised instruments, and i taught that &lt;i&gt;Willie, the Weeper&lt;/i&gt; would harmoniously fit in the moment and in the taughts me and Carlos had been talking about.  Again, Martin Fahey came up to my mind, thinking how fine it would be if it could be us playing that music, together with Prof. Mayne, Nuyens and Mitchell, has we did in that fantastic GeoMusic event during the Porto In-situ conference in 2004? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So let´s take our way with joy, no matter the darker are the times. Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/33037500?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De certo modo, todos sabemos que o nosso modelo filosófico e social está no fim. Podemos querer continuar a pensar que talvez ainda haja esperança para aguentar e reverter a situação, mas a verdade é que talvez fosse melhor começar a pensar na criação de uma coisa nova (que certamente virá), em vez de manter o olhar atarrachado no passado, como se isso nos impedisse de cair. E se temos de construir uma coisa de raiz, o melhor é fazê-lo com ALEGRIA, para que realmente saia uma coisa bem feita. Eu sinto, na realidade, que não preciso de Esperança para mim, preciso é da confiança que as gerações vindouras atinjam esse objectivo de criar um mundo equilibrado e equitativo. Olho para o meu filho Miguel, recém-entrado na Universidade, ou para o Luis Machado, prestes a embarcar para outro continente, ou ainda para alguns dos alunos da universidade que se cruzaram comigo nos últimos anos, e vejo neles a alegre Energia necessária para cavalgar essa aventura. E, ao fim e ao cabo, são eles o futuro da humanidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi precisamente isso que senti, enquanto dava aquela pequena volta por Fremantle, a cidade portuária de Perth (uma vez que esta se situa a cerca de 20 km a montante da foz do rio Swan). com o guia mais "maluco" com que alguma vez cruzei. Uma gargalhada continua desde que pisei o veiculo até ao último minuto da viagem, enquanto nos ia falando dos feitos de uma pequena cidade (25.000 habitantes) com um património arquitectónico riquissimo em perfeita e rara harmonia com o porto que serve de principal saída para o mar daquela zona da Austrália. Por vezes, era impossível para mim seguir a "conversa" devido ao sotaque australiano algo carregado, mas o seu modo de falar e "pantominar" punha-me sempre dentro do assunto.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este tipo de ritmos fazem-me sempre lembrar o "street blue" que eu tanto aprecio, sobretudo quando preciso de "pica". Recordei por isso aqueles malucos com os seus improvisadissimos instrumentos com quem me cruzei uma vez na frente da Centraal Station em Amsterdão (Krooked Wheels), que espalhavam alegria e boa disposição em seu torno e pensei que &lt;i&gt;Willie, the Weeper&lt;/i&gt; era perfeito para o lugar e para as minhas reflexões conversadas com o Carlos Rodrigues. Mais uma vez o Martin (Fahey) me veio à cabeça, desejando que fosse possivel sermos nós a tocar aquela música em conjunto com os Profs. Mayne, Nuyens, Mitchell, tal como fizeramos nesse incrível GeoMusic, constante do programa da Conferência ISC-2 que se desenrolou no Porto em 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  ... Vamos lá então "pegar esse touro" com alegre energia, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2974960482321321923?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2974960482321321923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2974960482321321923' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2974960482321321923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2974960482321321923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/12/spot-of-light-in-dark-horizon-joy.html' title='A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - The Joy'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8563036066655152828</id><published>2011-11-26T16:42:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:08:49.862Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Western Australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perth'/><title type='text'>A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - The Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And in one month, i have travel at light speed (one week of work between two week-ends in airports and airplanes) to Peru and Australia. Tiring business, that´s for sure, but as i always say you've got to taste your path, even if it is for just some decisive moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I left Porto, one saturday in the evening, leaving behind me a horrible scenario of "everything in flames", dark horizon of so many fears of an uncertain future. Monday, before dawn i had landed in Perth, Western Australia, falling in a world i thaugth vanished. Neither laziness nor rush, everything made in a balanced and serene way. No sign of the worried faces we are used to find all around us everyday, and that we guess in the faces of all europeans and americans. The obvious fall of a selvatic capitalism favoured by these two continents after the fall of the Berlim Wall. The promises that it has brought to our generation and where all this has ended. A strange "revanche" of the comunist empire's fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there, in the homeland of the only Australian i really know, Martin Fahey, once again i look at all this i had left behind, but this time with a distant look and the australian evidence that it is possible to rule our lives in a different way (observe the harmony between seaguls and ducks, at the end of the movie, and see what i mean). To me, and my travelling beloved partner Carlos Rodrigues, Perth gave us the possibility of having a fresh and realistic look of all these, embeded by the sounds of Take Five (David Brubeck) and Bosshanover (Mo´horizons).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32679500?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E em cerca de um mês, duas viagens à velocidade da luz (uma semana de trabalho, com fins de semana metido entre aeroportos e aviões), uma ao Peru e outra à Austrália. Cansativo, sem dúvida, mas como sempre digo, há que saborear o trajecto, nem que seja só por breves instantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saio do Porto, num sábado pelo meio da tarde, deixando atrás de mim um cenário dantesco de "tudo a arder", horizonte carregado "envortiçando" temores vários de futuros demasiado indefinidos. Segunda-feira, de madrugada, aterro em Perth, parecendo cair num sitio que já julgava extinto. Nem preguiça, nem pressa, tudo feito de modo equilibrado e sereno. Nem sinal da inquietude que estamos habituados a ver à nossa volta e que adivinhamos estar também um pouco por toda a europa e pelos próprios americanos. A iminente queda do capitalismo selvático e esclavagista que estes dois continentes promoveram após a queda do Muro de Berlim, talvez como uma esquisita "revanche" à queda do império comunista. O que isso prometeu (pelo menos para a minha geração) e em que é que afinal tudo acabou?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alí, na terra do único Australiano que tenho a honra de conhecer, Martin Fahey, olhei para tudo isto, mas desta vez com o olhar distante e com a evidência australiana de que é possível governar a vida de outra maneira (observem com atenção a cena final do filme de harmonia entre patos e gaivotas, e sintam o que eu quero dizer). A mim e ao Carlos, estimadissimo compincha com quem foi um prazer fazer este percurso, Perth deu-nos a frescura de olhar para as coisas com serenidade e realismo, em que Take Five (David Brubeck) e Bosshanover (Mo´horizons) encaixam que nem uma luva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8563036066655152828?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8563036066655152828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8563036066655152828' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8563036066655152828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8563036066655152828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/11/spot-of-light-in-dark-horizon.html' title='A Spot of Light in a Dark Horizon - The Serenity'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-607155046716534979</id><published>2011-11-12T19:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T13:13:06.088Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luis Machado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peru'/><title type='text'>A New Dawn - O Rio que Canta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Back to Lima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And so, after two intensive days, i climbed up into the andes and come back to Lima, whose name results from the name given by the Incas to the local river, the singing river,  as a consequence of the sound  produced by the waters sliding through the gravel of its bed. I recall a partner of my way, Luis Machado, that is coming in to Peru to walk another track, hoping that he can sing like the river. With persistence and smartness, always with that spirit of adventure that brings light to the knowledge and to the living life. I leave my message with the voices of our Pedro Abrunhosa (Fazer o que ainda não foi feito, in english to do whatever was not yet been done) and also Oliver Shanti &amp;amp; Friends (L'amour, magica amor). Walk your way with passion and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/32003619?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim, em dois dias de sol-a-sol, subi para o meio dos andes e voltei à capital (Lima) que deriva do nome dado pelos incas ao local "Rio que canta", pelo som produzido pelas águas batendo no muito calhau rolado existente ao longo do seu leito. Detenho-me a pensar num parceiro de caminhada que para aqui vem, o Luis Machado, esperando que ele consiga seguir o ritmo do rio que canta. Com argucia, com persistência e, sobretudo, sempre com o espírito de aventura que traz a riqueza ao conhecimento e à vida que vivemos. Dedico-lhe por isso, ao Luis,  este pequeno "cruzeiro", hoje com a musica de Pedro Abrunhosa (Fazer o que ainda não foi feito) e de Oliver Shanti &amp;amp; Friends (L'amour, magica amor). Fazer com paixão e amor o que ainda não foi feito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-607155046716534979?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/607155046716534979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=607155046716534979' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/607155046716534979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/607155046716534979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-dawn-o-rio-que-canta.html' title='A New Dawn - O Rio que Canta'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2462606692724841268</id><published>2011-11-04T20:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:51:34.426Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cordillera Blanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Huascaran'/><title type='text'>A New Dawn - Cordillera Blanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sudenly, there i was at 4.000m height, enjoying that sweet lazyness of the heights, Soroche in Peruvian language. I was there with the mission of driving along a road at these heights, identifying engineering problems. Almost 1.000 km after two days, getting up before dawn, around 4.30 in the morning and driving all day long, but always sliding through a magnificent view that makes your brain sharp giving pleasure to your work. I remembered my little friend Zorrino (From Tintin adventures) and my first glance to that incredible empire of the Incas, that in is highest point domain 5.000 km from Quito (Equador) to near Santiago (Chile). At that time they had built 35.000 km of roads without knowing neither the horse nor the wheel. How much i would like to travel in time and have a glance on their "engineering". But even with this mighty power that no one dare to face, a fearless man (Pizarro) with 170 men, stroke right deep in their hearts and all this disapeared as in a magic movement. And in less than 10 years this hero of the new world, died assinated by a man that was then assassinated (in less than 10 years) by Pizzarro's brother (Gonzalo)... and in less than 10 years Gonzalo was defeated deported and killed by the spanish crown. A sharp story for our times, don´t you think? How short the glory can be, how quick things can change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run along with me the track of Huaraz and Cordillera Blanca (the region at the north of Lima) marked by  Huascaran  the highest peak of Peru (6768m). With a good Andinian music (Mi Cholita de Abel Garrido Reyes, Selecion de Sayas de Ecos Andinos), which slides into  Cantus Iteratus (Adiemus).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31617400?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E de repente lá estava eu nos 4.000m de altitude outra vez (confesso que me dá sempre um certo prazer o que aquilo tudo encerra). O Soroche, como chamam os peruanos. Fui com uma missão, de correr uma estrada por essas altitudes, e inventariar os problemas. Quase mil km em dois dias, alvoradas às 4.30 da matina e circular enquanto a luz desse, mas deslizando simultaneamente por uma paisagem deslumbrante que nos aguça o espírito e nos proporciona um olhar mais arguto sobre as coisas. Quando o prazer e o trabalho se misturam, só pode sair boa coisa. Ali estava eu na terra dos Incas que tanto me fascinaram em pequeno, com a história do pequeno Zorrino do Tintin no Templo do Sol. O meu primeiro vislumbre dessa civilização fabulosa que no seu auge tinha um território que se estendia desde Quito (Equador) até próximo da actual capital do Chile (Santiago), em linha recta cerca de 5.000 km, e mais ainda (apara mim que sou engenheiro) uma rede de estradas com cerca de 35.000 km abertos num território super agressivo resultado desse choque de titãs que são os Andes, sem roda e sem cavalo. Tudo feito à custa de lamas que carregavam em média cerca de 50 kg. Façam as vossas contas e imaginem a empreitada. Tanto que eu gostaria de viajar no tempo e aprender com eles a sua "engenharia". Mas mesmo no auge, um temerário Pizarro com apenas 170 homens deu uma machadada neste império e pouco depois ele perdeu por completo o seu dominio, como o perdeu em menos de 10 anos o assassinado Pizarro, cujo assassino morreu às mão do irmão (Gonzalo) do primeiro, o qual novamente em menos de dez anos foi capturado e morto pela coroa espanhola. Como tudo pode virar de um momento para outro, num pequeno lapso de tempo. Corram comigo esse percurso por Huaraz e a Cordillera Blanca (região a norte de Lima) marcada pelo Huascaran  o mais alto pico do Peru (6768m). Com uma boa musica andina (Mi Cholita de Abel Garrido Reyes, Selecion de Sayas de Ecos Andinos) culminando com o Cantus Iteratus (Adiemus) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apreciem o momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2462606692724841268?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2462606692724841268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2462606692724841268' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2462606692724841268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2462606692724841268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-dawn-cordillera-blanca.html' title='A New Dawn - Cordillera Blanca'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8075040279072535072</id><published>2011-10-29T19:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T11:19:27.216Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peru'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andes'/><title type='text'>Peru - A New Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Difficult times those we are living. A dying society that leads to nowhere and showing no way to go. A dark sky, indeed. The shorter and shorter money in your pocket, remindng me the story of the man that everyday cuts a thin slice of his horse food, hoping that someday the horse need no food, but keeping alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day it had got to blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look at my son that just left home to initiate the adventure of his life on his own, and then again to another team companion that has to move to the other side of the world, to the Land of the Incas, and i see an example in them of what to do in this difficult times:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look for a New Dawn to procceed our journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Augusto Cury says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human mind is just incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you learn to walk through yourself and explore them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you do, never be affraid of getting lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you do, neverbe  affraid of  changing routes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if you do, think your life over, but never give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always give you a new chance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That´s what you´ve got to do, either in life or in the delicate moment we are through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me in this adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/31303189?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0" webkitallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/31303189"&gt;A New Dawn - The Adventure Starts&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tempos incriveis, para mim. Tudo a fervilhar, tudo a estourar, tudo a profundamente mudar. Não se vislumbra saída, o céu aparece carregado. A divida soberana, o aperto cada vez maior que faz lembrar a história do homem que vai tirando ao burro um bocadito da ração todos os dias na esperança que ele se habitue a não comer, e sem morrer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia tem de estourar, já não se consegue manter o mesmo rumo, toda a gente vê isso. Mas temos de encontrar um outro rumo. Aos poucos ou repentinamente teremos de o fazer. Nisto, olho para o meu filho que acaba de abalar de casa na sua aventura de vida, e depois olho para o até aqui meu companheiro de jornada Luis Pedro Machado, que pelas vicissitudes dos tempos abala para o outro lado do mundo, para a terra dos Incas. E vejo nisso, aquilo que eles me ensinam: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A procurar um Novo Amanhecer para prosseguir a minha jornada.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Augusto Cury escreveu:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mente humana tem habilidades incríveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que você aprenda a caminhar dentro de si e a explorá-las&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se caminhar, não tenha medo de se perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se se perder, não tenha medo de mudar rotas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se mudar, repense a sua vida, mas não desista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dê sempre uma oportunidade a si mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É isso mesmo que cada um de nós tem de fazer. Na vida, como no momento que vivemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8075040279072535072?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8075040279072535072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8075040279072535072' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8075040279072535072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8075040279072535072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/10/peru-new-dawn.html' title='Peru - A New Dawn'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4245478377200412921</id><published>2011-07-10T16:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T16:39:10.494+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uruguay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sacramento'/><title type='text'>Sacramento - A Portuguese Drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Before returning to our country, facing again the though life  waiting for us, we decided to follow the track of our ancesters, landing smoothly in Portugal through the old Colony of Sacramento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who don´t know (i didn´t know too, until i red the lonely planet in the plane to Buenos Aires). the Colony of Sacramento was born through the decision of the Governor of Rio de Janeiro, Manuel Lobos,  to send people and soldiers in order to jeapardize the business of spanish crown. Contraband and Piracy. After that the colony kept changing hands from crown to crown due to threaties and wars, until finally end as a district of Uruguay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stepped on land, after crossing Rio de la Plata (Sacramento is in front of Buenos Aires), and i felt imediatly the smell of a portuguese soul. I imagined the big parties celebrating great commitments, or the moments marked by tragedy, that certainly happened around. And i imagined the women and the love stories that painted a coloured life in the place. So picked up a bit of the heartl of my friend Nica and took Rodrigo Leão &amp;amp; Ana Carolina (&lt;i&gt;A Corda, A Rosa, Vida Tão Estranha&lt;/i&gt;), to recreate a portuguese soul. They are great doing that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya in the next trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/26227794?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/26227794"&gt;Sacramento - A drop of our soul&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Antes de regressar a Portugal, para enfrentar de novo a dura realidade do dia-a-dia, resolvemos seguir os passos dos nossos antepassados e entrar devagarinho em Portugal, pela porta da Colónia de Sacramento.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para quem não sabe (eu também não sabia até ler no Lonely Planet na viagem para Buenos Aires), a colonia de Sacramento resultou de um envio de população e militares pelo então governador do Rio de Janeiro (sec. XVII), Manuel Lobos, para "atrapalhar" o negocio da coroa espanhola naquela zona. Contrabando com alguma pirataria à mistura. Daí para a frente seria alvo de conquistas e reconquistas, mudando frequentemente de mãos mas voltando sempre às nossas. Até ser incorporada definitivamente na República do Uruguay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de atravessar o rio de la Plata (Sacramento é mesmo defronte de Buenos Aires) pus o pé em terra sentindo no ar o nosso aroma lusitano. Imaginei aqueles distantes bravos colonos, espalhados por ali, ora em grandes festanças, ora em missões corajosas que terminavam em tragédia. Imaginei as mulheres e as histórias de amor dramáticas que pintaram a vida por ali. Veio-me à memoria a minha Nica e o seu prazer pelo Rodrigo Leão e a Ana Carolina (&lt;i&gt;A Corda, A Rosa, Vida tão estranha&lt;/i&gt;) e as histórias de sentido lusitano que eles conseguem transmitir. Perfeito para Sacramento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inté, até à proxima viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4245478377200412921?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4245478377200412921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4245478377200412921' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4245478377200412921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4245478377200412921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/07/before-returning-to-our-country-facing.html' title='Sacramento - A Portuguese Drop'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-5210025574175754321</id><published>2011-07-02T12:43:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T15:06:16.746+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neuquen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerto Madryn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copahue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagonia - The beauty of giving</title><content type='html'>Copahue-Neuquen-Puerto Madryn-Trelew&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the Agro river, we just moved downstream from the foothills of Copahue towards the Atlantic ocean in Puerto Madryn, in a 1000km journey,  with Ruben Patagonia (&lt;i&gt;Cutral-Co and Avutarda&lt;/i&gt;). At the end the whole patagonian tour took 10 days and 3500km, on and off-road, with a continuous  movement  of landscapes and people that fill up our souls thirsty of adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was time to think about this glorious travelling through pure nature strongly marked by strong chains of love and friendship (me, Silvia, Cristina, João and Sergio). It was time to taste all the journey while crossing our way back to Trelew, and understanding how stupid the human being has been by the careless way we take care of our nature. A time to learn (again) how much more important is the way you walk than any final destination you may have settled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone said that your life is as happier as your capacity to give. I´m happy just for knowing how much i believe in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25898241?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25898241"&gt;Patagonia - Tasting the flavour of the way you walk&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal como o rio Agro, começamos a descer com a corrente, desde as fraldas do Copahue até ao oceano Atlantico, em Puerto Madryn (perto da Penincula de Valdez e de trelew, onde toda esta aventura começara), fechando com um trajecto de 1000km o "nosso" anel  Patagónico. Tempo para fixar definitivamente nas nossas almas as imagens e sensações desta fantástica viagem através da natureza feita na base do profundo sentimento entre pares (eu, Silvia, João, Cristina e Sergio), apimentado pela companhia de Ruben Patagonia (&lt;i&gt;Cutral-Co and Avutarda&lt;/i&gt;). Tempo para perceber o quão estupida tem sido a raça humana pela forma desleixada com trata a natureza. Tempo para perceber melhor ainda, a superior importância do trajecto em detrimento do destino a que se chega. Inesquecivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém disse um dia que a tua vida será tão mais feliz quanto a tua capacidade de dar. Eu cá por mim sinto-me feliz pelo muito que acredito nisso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-5210025574175754321?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/5210025574175754321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=5210025574175754321' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5210025574175754321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5210025574175754321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/07/patagonia.html' title='Patagonia - The beauty of giving'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6240604472829110880</id><published>2011-06-24T21:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T22:46:27.544+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caviahue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Copahue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagonia - Sleeping in the nature´s bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Caviahue-Copahue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copahue (Sulphur's land in mapuche language) is an active volcano that reaches almost 3000m high, which includes several craters. In one of them, taking advantage of the local thermal conditions, a spa was installed in the beginning of last century, sourounded by small hotels and cabañas. In its foothills is located Caviahue (party land) in the margins of a glacial lake that supports the thermal (summer) and ski (winter) seasons. At the end, we chose to sleep in the sulphur land, due to the geological emotion of sleeping in a volcano crater. Something to tell your grand children, later on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our stay in Copahue was "around" the volcano and one follow of the Agro river downstream until its first "jump" (waterfall), in an unforgetable time lapse that gave a special colour to this trip. It is funny to realize that everyday was a different day, since we had left trelew. Starting from the older and bigger cities to the otherwy around, until we deeply fell within the nature, here in Caviahue-Copahue.  In a time to remember and reflect on our lives, this trip brought up my daddy to my mind, because the way he died gave a special colour to its attitude in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk this path with me, while singing &lt;i&gt;Katayama (Adiemus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25557162?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25557162"&gt;Patagonia - Sleeping in a volcano bed&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copahue (terra de enxofre) é um vulcão activo localizado a quase 3000m de altitude que conta com várias crateras. Numa delas, aproveitando o termalismo próprio do local encontra-se instalado um complexo termal, construido no inicio do séc. passado, rodeado de todo o sistema de alojamentos próprios de um local como este. Na sua base encontra-se instalada Caviahue (terra de festas) que serve de apoio à instância termal e de ski que ali se pratica de inverno. Naturalmente, que dormimos em copahue, quanto mais não fosse pela geológica emoção de dormir numa cratera de vulcão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nossa estada rodeou o vulcão e sobretudo uma "descida" do rio Agro, desde a fralda do vulcão até ao primeiro "salto" (queda de água), num percurso inesquecivel de cerca de 10 km, que deu uma cor fundamental à viagem. É engraçado notar que desde que sairamos de trelew, cada dia foi um dia diferente, sempre com mudança de cenário e de motivo. Grosso modo, fomos progredindo de cidades mais antigas e populosaspara o inverso, mergulhando cada vez mais na natureza até sermos um só. Em tempo de lembranças, aquilo lembrou-me a vida do meu velhote, cuja forma como terminou determinou o brilho da sua forma de estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acompanhem-me nesta orgia de cor da natureza, cantando &lt;i&gt;Katyama (Adiemus)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6240604472829110880?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6240604472829110880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6240604472829110880' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6240604472829110880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6240604472829110880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/06/patagonia-sleeping-in-natures-bed.html' title='Patagonia - Sleeping in the nature´s bed'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-5753087852465460649</id><published>2011-06-18T13:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T18:56:01.008+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caviahue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagónia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagonia - Smashing Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;And then, you wake up in the morning and you realize you are in a different planet. Again we hit the road towards Caviahue, a little town located in the foothills of Copahue Volcano (another one), smashed by serenity of the landscape and its silences, only disturbed by the wind and our own voices and noises. The footsteps of this journey in the land of&lt;/span&gt; Mapuche indians perfectly mixed within lanscape (for me, indians are the people that better balanced the human life with nature) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;can be felt by the music of &lt;i&gt;Jesse Cook (Azul), &lt;/i&gt;while the sweet whisper of the wind in my ear is blown by the fantastic &lt;i&gt;Ruben Patagónia &lt;/i&gt;and his &lt;i&gt;Cancion del Viento. &lt;/i&gt;Probably i should stop here, since music and images of the Diaporama say everything that should be said.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, i´d like to share what took in love my soul in that exclusive scenary. I remembered, once again, of my life in Vizela and Foz-do-Douro, with its permanent harmony and the human chain in a perfect flow, crossing lifes and antecipating so many ways to overcome. And also remembered all the ideals impregnated of freedom i dare to dream about in my times of Coimbra (university), when the internetic model of society was only in the early beginning. After that a huge Tsunami came over. Computers took the lead of our own lifes, promising a sustainable life that would never arrive. The philosophic jump didn´t happen, and the damn machines became our first competitor transforming us  in a multi-function box thrown out to a never ending vertigo of rush and greed, cutting out of the scene the space for courtesy, love and care. It could only end in what it did. A fragile world waiting to fall apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there i was, in the middle of the Patagonia , being naif enough to believe again in a society based in sharing, loving and loyalty as a way of making the Earth a good place to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, i took the chance and cleaned out of my soul the lefties of the disappointment i felt after the presentation of my PhD (this trip is a single gift offered by me to myself, to comemorate that commitment) learning in definitive how to avoid bitterness in your soul. That would only be good to  dark grey my horizon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25275165?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25275165"&gt;Patagónia - Smashing Serenity&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acordamos de menhã com a sensação de estar noutro mundo. Pusemos novamente e uma vez mais os pés ao caminho, com o intuito de chegar a Caviahue, na base do vulcão (mais um) Copahue, esmagados por aquele desfilar de paisagem e de silêncios apenas cortados pelo vento e pelas nossas próprias vozes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ritmo deste trajecto,  por entre terra de indios mapuches que tão bem se misturam naquela paisagem (para mim os indios são o povo que melhor equilibrio criou com a natureza), pode ser sentido através &lt;i&gt;Jesse Cook (Azul) &lt;/i&gt;enquanto o doce assobio do vento que senti nos meus ouvidos pode ser escutado através dofabuloso &lt;i&gt;Ruben Patagónia &lt;/i&gt;e a sua &lt;i&gt;Cancion del Viento&lt;/i&gt;. Provavelmente deveria ficar por aqui porque as imagens e a música do diaporama dizem tudo quanto há para dizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas gostaria de partilhar o que a minha alma pensou naquele cenário exclusivo. Lembrei-me mais uma vez da vida de Vizela e da Foz-do-Douro com a sua harmonia permanente, o encaixe humano das pessoas e a fluidez com que as vidas se cruzavam e descruzavam antecipando futuros para desbravar. Lembrei-me também da minha Coimbra e dos ideiais que sonhei de uma vida livre e desempenada, nesse tempo em que o modelo informático de sociedade não passava de um embrião. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas depois tudo se precipitou. A informática tomou posse, com promessas inequivocas de um desenvolvimento encantador, fazendo-nos acreditar profundamente no salto tecnológico que nos preparavamos para dar. O problema foi que o salto filosófico não ocorreu, e a maldita maquinaria que nos devia dar uma vida mais sustentada, mais equilibrada, virou o nosso competidor mais sério. Não passamos hoje de caixa multi-funções atirada para uma vertigem interminável de pressa e avidez que eliminou o espaço para a delicadeza, a cortesia, as boas relações, a lealdade e o amor, até que a mais hedionda das atitudes passou a ser viável (é só uma questão de argumentação). Por isso, só poderia dar no que deu. Um mundo preso por arames, à espera de ruir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali, no meio da patagónia, esmagado pela sua paisagem, senti de novo essa inocência e ingenuidade de acreditar no altruismo, na lealdade e no lado mais doce das pessoas como forma de fazer da terra um sitio bom para viver. Aproveitei a ocasião e libertei-me dos restos de desencanto que se sucedeu à defesa da minha tese de doutoramento (de que esta viagem é uma prenda, de mim para mim), aprendendo definitivamente a impedir que a amargura e o azedume possam algum dia controlar a minha existência. E isso, concerteza,  serviria apenas para me tornar o horizonte cinzento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curtam o passeio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-5753087852465460649?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/5753087852465460649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=5753087852465460649' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5753087852465460649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5753087852465460649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/06/patagonia-smashing-serenity.html' title='Patagonia - Smashing Serenity'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8445293351531995705</id><published>2011-06-13T16:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T10:20:57.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vila Pehuenia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagónia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagonia - Chile Out</title><content type='html'>Early morning, we left all that track of small recent towns (the older is only one century) where the comunity spirit rules and the harmony is whispering with the winds. It reminded me my old Vizela (the small town of my mum) i lived in my childhood and adolescence where things used to be that way. It also crossed my mind how far we are from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from S. Martin de los Andes, we jumped into the pure nature, through rippio roads (off-road), marked by ocasional pueblitos and bridges proper of adventure lands, looking for a way (Passo) to cross to Lanim Volcano in Chile. Unfortunatly, the car papers were not in order and the access was denied. Bad luck, you might think, but how can one feel unlucky in a scenary like the one we were moving through. Impossible to happen in such an overwhelming spot. And so we continued our journey through the argentinian side of the Andes until Vila Pehuenia, a small town in its first steps, in a Far West style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the scenary with the local sound of &lt;em&gt;Los Laikas (Bajando de las Montañas) e Las Voces de Orán (Zamba del Pñuelo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="320" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/25033321?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/25033321"&gt;Patagonia - Chile Out&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Manhã, pela fresca, deixamos para trás aquela pleíade de pequenas cidades, a mais antiga com apenas um século, onde o espirito comunitário parece imperar e a harmonia anda à solta no ar. Lembrou-me a Vizela que vivi na infância e... também quão longe (infelizmente) estamos nós desses dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num mergulho vertiginoso na natureza pura e dura, por estradas de rippio pintalgadas apenas por ocasionais "pueblitos"e umas pontes dignas de cenários de aventura, rumamos a um "Passo" para atravessar a fronteira com o Chile e apreciar o vulcão Lanim. Azar dos cabrais, deparamo-nos com uma situação (papeis do automóvel) impossivel de resolver senão seguir o caminho pelo lado argentino. Senti pena, porque gostava mesmo de apreciar a diferença climática (e respectivas consequências paisagisticas) do outro lado dos Andes. Falamos um bocadito disso, por apenas uma parca meia-horita que a natureza envolvente encarregou-se de nos arrastar para dentro dela. Uma coisa soberba, até Vila Pehuenia, um pequeno pueblito acabadinho de nascer. Uma coisa tipo história do faroeste. Apreciem com os sons apropriados feitos por gente dali: &lt;em&gt;Bajando de las Montañas (Los Laikas) e Zamba del Pañuelo (Las Voces de Orán)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8445293351531995705?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8445293351531995705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8445293351531995705' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8445293351531995705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8445293351531995705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/06/early-morning-we-left-all-that-track-of.html' title='Patagonia - Chile Out'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7561874888681618363</id><published>2011-06-04T10:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T12:57:34.643+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='S. Martin de Los Andes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagónia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagonia - The Track to Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Bariloche - S. Martin de los Andes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We left Bariloche (the biggest town we have visited in this tour) in our way to Chile, hoping to gradually decrease "civilization" towards the complete melt with nature. My soul was waiting for that movement since the very beggining. A few km ahead, we were completely out of the urban scenary moving again through the Andes. Our goal was to pass Villa L'Angostura and move forward to S. Junin de Los Andes where we were supposed to sleep and continue in the day after to cross one pass to Chile. However, in the middle of the afternoon we were smashed for the beauty of a little town (S. Martin de los Andes) located in a small bay of the Lake Lácar in the Andes foothills, where the indian Puelches used to refuge during the local harsch winters. Right away, we decided to spent the sunset and the night in there. I particularly like this moment decisions that always take excitment to any trip. No schedule to follow, no definitive destinations. Next day, when passing S. Junin de los Andes, our primarly destination, we realized how good it was follow our instincts in that decision. Walk along with us in this beautiful track, with Govi (&lt;i&gt;Treasure bay&lt;/i&gt;). I´m sure you will feel compensated.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24644963?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24644963"&gt;Patagonia - The Treasure Bay&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixamos Bariloche para trás (a maior cidade que haveriamos de visitar neste tour) rumo ao Chile, esperando decrescer no nivel civilizacional até nos confundirmos completamente com a natureza patagónica, afinal a MECA que todos procuravamos. A ideia era rolar até S. Junin de los Andes (passando pela famosa Villa L'Angostura), dormir por lá e arrancar no dia seguinte para cruzar a fronteira e entrar na patagónia chilena, atarvés do parque natural de Lanim (um famoso vulcão local). No entanto, a meio da tarde, tropeçamos numa cidadezita localizada numa pequena baia do Lago Lácar, S. Martin de los Andes, que os indios Puelches usavam como refugio durante os duros invernos locais. Tocados pela particular beleza e serenidade do local, decidimos que a viagem acabava ali naquele dia. Gosto sempre destes momentos instintivos que fazem alterar rumos, pelo sentido de aventura que dão às coisas. Sem horários para cumprir, nem destinos para chegar. No dia seguinte, ao passar em S. Junin de los Andes, pudemos constatar o acerto dessa decisão. O melhor é mesmo viverem esse trajecto connosco, em companhia de Govi  (&lt;i&gt;Treasure bay&lt;/i&gt;), para respirarem aquele ar tão puro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7561874888681618363?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7561874888681618363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7561874888681618363' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7561874888681618363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7561874888681618363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/06/patagonia-treasure-bay.html' title='Patagonia - The Track to Chile'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4433225875570817825</id><published>2011-05-29T13:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T14:22:35.427+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bariloche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagónia - Vuriloche</title><content type='html'>S. Carlos de Bariloche&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bariloche is a small beautiful town (130.000 inhabitants) situated in the foothills of Andes. Its name came from Mapuche language (Vuriloche), meaning the people from beyond the mountains, designating the people that cross the Andes from Chile and settle down near the Lake Nahuel Huapi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The actual town was developed from a Drugstore installed there by a german at the end of XIX century, which provoqued a migration of German, Austrians Sloveneans and Switzerlands and it is sorrounded by lakes and imponent mountains (Cerro Tronador with 3500m high, Cerro Catedral and Cerro Lopez). This landscape, which in fact is very similar to the European Alpes, of mountains and Glacial lakes, makes it a perfect oasis in th desert landscape you have to cross when coming from the Atlantic, and gives the city a perfect natural ground to live from tourism, mainly for skiing and mountain climbing lovers. These situation makes this city one of the most important urban centers in the foothills of argentinian Andes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the biggest (and more modern) city we visit in our long tour. From that point on, we would travel towards the wilderness we all desired from the beginning. Enjoy the beautiful scenary with &lt;i&gt;Rumba de La Noche&lt;/i&gt; (Govi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24322524?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24322524"&gt;Patagonia - The People from beyond the Mountains&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bariloche deve o seu nome à designação ao movimento dos indios Mapuche originários do Chile que se movimentaram para além dos Andes. Vuriloche (em Mapuche) significa o povo para lá das montanhas, que por misturas de linguagem e erros ortográficos no registo acabou por "chegar" a Bariloche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bariloche é uma cidade centenária, fundada em final do Sec. XIX a partir de um armazém ali instalado por um alemão, que originou um movimento de gente e expansão. A cidade (de 130.000 habitantes) estende-se pala cordilheira andina abaixo até ao Lago Nahuel Huapi e encontra-se cercada por uma data de cerros (Cerro Tronador com 3500m de altitude, Catedral e Lopez), constituindo um verdadeiro oasis verdejante na paisagem deserta que se atravessa quando se viaja desde o atlantico, assinalando o inicio da cordilheira andina. Uma paisagem fascinante de montanhas, lagos e bosques, lembrando a zona dos Alpes, na Austria e na Suiça. Talvez por isso, a origem da cidade se deva principalmente a suiços, austriacos, alemães e italianos, que talvez tenham encontrado ali uma forma de não sentir saudades de casa. Actualmente vive essencialmente do turismo,  sobretudo dos amantes do Ski e do alpinismo, mas também pelos passeios pelo lagos, através dos quais se pode chegar ao Chile, o que a torna numa das mais importantes cidades da faixa andina argentina, a mais desenvolvida e mais antiga que haveriamos de atravessar em todo o percurso patagão, até à hora de encetar o regresso. Sintam o seu maravilhoso enquadramento acompanhados da &lt;i&gt;Rumba de la Noche&lt;/i&gt; (Govi). Daqui partiriamos depois para a parte mais inóspita e profunda da viagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4433225875570817825?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4433225875570817825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4433225875570817825' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4433225875570817825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4433225875570817825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/05/patagonia-vuriloche.html' title='Patagónia - Vuriloche'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6377834642204357935</id><published>2011-05-21T19:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:10:20.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flower power'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Bolson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagónia - The Power of the Flower</title><content type='html'>Esquel - El Bolson - Bariloche&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Imagine... Step down from la Trochita (last post), take a bus (our "girls" had left half a day before taking the car with them), road for 100 and some km in the base of the Andes and finally stop in El Bolson, a small town funded by flower power people in the end of 60', beginning of 70', in a proper landscape, showing how possible it is to erect a city in complete balance with nature. The purety of the air you can breathe, the people and their way of life. Unforgettable, remembering you that is possible ot have a cool and warm life, far from that kind of slavery we live today. We really understand how dumb we are, to follow that path that chains your heart and soul. And For What?. I cannot find an answer, but i really think there is time to another uprising with the same feelings. Don't You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Taste the path from Esquel to El Bolson and all the road to Bariloche with me and the good music of 60' sung by the unforgettable Janis Joplin (Me and my Bobby McGee) and the "House of the Rising Sun", so perfect for that scenery. To bring back the memories for those who lived those times, or to tell the story of it, for those who were born after. Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/24018677?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/24018677"&gt;Patagonia - The True Power...of the Flower&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imaginem...Sair da Tronchita, em Esquel depois da viagem fabulástica do ultimo post, apanhar um autocarro (as "gajas" tinham ido com o carro mais à frente) andar cento e tal km sempre nas fraldas dos Andes e desaguar numa pequena cidade (El Bolson) fundada pelo Hippies nos finais dos anos 60, num cenário propicio, extremamente preservado, mostrando possivel fazer uma cidade em equilibrio com a natureza. A pureza do ar, das pessoas e da sua forma de vida, que se sente ali é indescritivel. Para não esquecer nunca mais, reavivando sonhos de uma vida solta e descontraída, longe da correria e loucura a que estamos habituados. Ficamos mesmo com a sensação que somos completamente burros, por aceitar este esquema que escraviza mentes e almas de uma forma definitiva. E para quê? Não consigo encontrar resposta, mas realmente acho que é tempo para que algo parecido chegue de novo, baseado em idênticos sentimentos. Não acham?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apreciem o trajecto (Esquel, El Bolson e a estrada até Bariloche) ao sabor da boa música dos anos 60, com a inevitável Janis Joplin (Me and my Bobby McGee) e a ajustadissima "House of the Rising Sun". Para trazer as memórias ao de cima (daqueles que sentiram esse tempo) ou contar histórias do mesmo (para quem nasceu depois). Divirtam-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6377834642204357935?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6377834642204357935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6377834642204357935' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6377834642204357935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6377834642204357935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/05/patagonia-power-of-flower.html' title='Patagónia - The Power of the Flower'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-9201698377375758476</id><published>2011-05-15T10:59:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T12:00:37.929+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esquel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nahuel Pan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagónia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Trochita'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagónia - Viejo Expreso Patagónico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From Esquel to Nahuel Pan in the Old Patagonian Express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the 600km that brought us from the Atlantic to the Andinian mountains, another special move was waiting for me in Esquel. To travel in the mythic Patagonian Express (La Trochita, 75 cm width between tracks) that use to move within Esquel and El Maiten (Chubut Province), and a bit later until Inginiero Jacobacci in Rio Negro. 400 km of railroad, along the foothills of the Andes, in a steam locomotive that took around 24 hours to do. Stepping on Board just transport you to the great adventures of the conquer of American west with the Iron Horse and the lost stations in the middle of nowhere, openening far horizons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After o good night sleep, i picked up my camera, and walked along with Sergio Correia to Esquel railway station to dive in an adventurer past that made me feel inside those fantastic movies of the old west of my childhood playground, such as that fantastic "Once upon the time in the west". From the times i was a just a fearless cowboy until, guided by Buffalo Bill and my father, i felt in love with indians and their culture well balanced with nature. Sitting Bull, Geronimo, Cochise among so many others feed my nomad soul since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With no more words, i invite you to travel with me &amp;amp; Sergio Correia, and with &lt;i&gt;Ennio Morricone (The Man with Harmonica)&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Las Cuerdas de Oro (El Condor Pasa),&lt;/i&gt; in a fantastic adventure towards the end of the world. Enjoy it with your own imagination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23635701?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23635701"&gt;Patagónia - The Old Express&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Depois dos 600 km que nos trouxeram até à Cordilheira andina, esperava-me uma aventura que sonhara desde que saira de Portugal. Viajar em La Trochita, o velho expresso patagónico, que fazia um trajecto desde Esquel a El Maiten, e mais tarde até Inginiero Jacobacci. 402 km de via ferrea estreita (75cm de bitola)  ao longo das fraldas dos Andes, que durava qualquer coisa como 24 horas a fazer. Ao entrar num comboio daqueles entra-se na história da conquista da América, do "cavalo-de-ferro", das estações perdidas em nenhures, enfim do rasgar intrépido de territórios inexplorados. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de uma noite retemperadora em Esquel, carreguei a máquina fotográfica, e lá trepei para o velho expresso, com o Sergio Correia, para um mergulho num passado aventureiro, que me fez sentir dentro dos filmes que povoaram o meu imaginário de criança/adolescente, como é o caso desse fabuloso "Era uma vez na América". Vieram-me à memória, naturalmente, as brincadeiras em que eu representava o papel de um cowboy destemido que enfrentava qualquer aventura e matava todos os índios mauzões que barravam o meu caminho de conquista. Mais tarde, guiado por esse mitico heroi Buffalo Bill e também pelo meu pai, essa atitude foi caindo à medida que ia entrando mais dentro da cultura india e me ia apaixonando sobretudo pelo equilíbrio com que viviam com a natureza. Deixei de os matar e passei a admira-los. Sitting Bull, Geronimo, Cochise entre tantos outros, alimentam a minha alma nómada desde há muito e o meu imaginário daqueles tempos mudou radicalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem mais palavras, sugiro que me acompanhem nesta viagem até Nahuel Pan, na companhia do Sergio Correia, do &lt;i&gt;Ennio Morricone (The Man with Harmonica)&lt;/i&gt; e dos &lt;i&gt;Las Cuerdas de Oro (El Condor Pasa) &lt;/i&gt;e sintam essa vibração histórica, com a vossa própria imaginação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-9201698377375758476?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/9201698377375758476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=9201698377375758476' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9201698377375758476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9201698377375758476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/05/patagonia-viejo-expreso-patagonico.html' title='Patagónia - Viejo Expreso Patagónico'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2963151205737756322</id><published>2011-05-07T01:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:42:12.195+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trelew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esquel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagónia'/><title type='text'>Patagónia - Opening the Range</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Trelew-Esquel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden, all the anguish that´s deep inside you, comes up and move out in a continuous mouvement, unloading its weight out of you. That´s what i felt as i penetrate deeply into Patagónia, from Atlantic coast (Trelew) and the base of Andes (Esquel). 600 km of an overwhelming and freeing track, through the sorrow of the infinite, sometimes stopped by a rare gas station or, yet more rarely, a little town where everything seemed closed, but where something is always open. Allow me to walk through with you and this friend of my year, Jesse Cook (That´s right and Tempest), re-tasting that unforgettable on the road moment towards Esquel where we had the old patagonian express (Trochita) to catch in our way to Nahuel Pan. If you like the music, look for the albums Vertigo and/or Nomad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23381952?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23381952"&gt;Patagónia - Hit the Road, Jack&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;De repente, toda a angustia que está lá enterrada no mais profundo do teu ser, vem ao de cima, saindo de seguida, libertando-te do seu peso. Foi isso que senti ao rasgar a Patagónia, desde o Atântico (Trelew) até às fraldas da cordilheira andina em Esquel. 600 km de trajecto assombroso e libertador, naquela infinitude bucólica e serena interrompida por umas estações de serviço ou, muito raramente, uma pequena povoação onde tudo parecia fechado, mas sempre com alguma coisa aberta. Deixem-me reviver convosco esse trajecto em direcção a Esquel onde queriamos apanhar o velho expresso patagónico (Trochita) até Nahuel Pan, na companhia de um amigo que recomendo vivamente: Jesse Cook (That's Right and Tempest). Se gostaram da musica, procurem os albuns deleVertigo e/ou Nomad. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2963151205737756322?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2963151205737756322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2963151205737756322' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2963151205737756322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2963151205737756322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/05/patagonia-opening-range.html' title='Patagónia - Opening the Range'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7638922895398454734</id><published>2011-04-29T22:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:03:15.182+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peninsula de Valdés'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patagónia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puerto Pyramides'/><title type='text'>Patagónia - the Refreshing Peninsula de Valdés</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Peninsula de Valdés is one of those places that makes you happy just by knowing that this pure nature still exists. That was our first step into Patagónia, driving an old (happilly old) Tata JEEP, stepping the pleasure of driving in rippio for the first time and ready for everything that was to come. Naturally, then came the Penguins, so small, so cool, so friendly that takes over of your soul, and the sea wolves or sea lions, and sea elephants, and the wales (we couldn´t not see, unfortunatly) and all their playground, in an endless mouvement like the wind. At the end of the day, the happily old car broke down and we &lt;b&gt;had &lt;/b&gt;to watch the sun set in Puerto Pyramides,  in a fantástic reggae bar where magnificent seafood was available, while waiting for someone to take us back to trelew. A "Fantastic Way to waste time".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, as in Cinderella, our TATA pumpkin just became a 4x4 Toyota 2000 pick up (no extra charge) ready to flow with us through mountains and valleys. Someone, up in the sky, was watching over us. One word: FABULASTIC, as fabulastic is the sinchrony of &lt;i&gt;Penguin Cafe Orchestra (Beanfilds and Air a Danser&lt;/i&gt;) with this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the Film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/23050701?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/23050701"&gt;Patagónia - Kissing Sea Life&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peninsula de Valdés é um desses lugares em que por vezes tropeçamos, que dão um bom palmo de felicidade só por se saber que existem. Foi esse o nosso primeiro passo dentro da patagónia num (felizmente) escanzelado jeep TATA, pisando o prazer de conduzir em rippio pela primeira vez (ganhando "calo" para a viagem) e preparados para tudo quanto pudesse acontecer. Os Pinguins está claro com o seu doce movimento, mas também o deslizar de leões ou lobos marinhos, e elefantes marinhos, e baleias que não vimos mas a quem conhecemos a casa, e todo o "recreio deles"... num perpétuo movimento. No final do dia, o nosso "ferro" TATA esvaiou-se por uma artéria até se apagar e assim fomos "forçados" a ficar por ali até que nos viessem buscar, a ver o pôr do sol num acolhedor bar Reggae de Puerto Pyramides, que por acaso até tinha um magnifico marisco. Que Chatice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Á saida desta magnifica forma de perder tempo, uma surpresa ainda maior, para fazer o dia pleno. A nossa abóbora TATA de repente tranformara-se num garboso Toyota 4X4 Pick Up, pronto a cavalgar connosco por montes e vales. Sem custo Extra. Alguém a tomar conta, lá de cima, concerteza. Numa palavra: Fabulástico, como fabulástica é a combinação que os Penguin Cafe Orchestra (Beanfields e Air a Danser) fazem com esses momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divirtam-se com o filme &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7638922895398454734?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7638922895398454734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7638922895398454734' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7638922895398454734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7638922895398454734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/04/patagonia-refreshing-peninsula-de.html' title='Patagónia - the Refreshing Peninsula de Valdés'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4097931509770021847</id><published>2011-04-22T16:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:08:06.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trelew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chubut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Patagónia - Landing on Trelew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel a strong emotion crossing my heart and soul, everytime i start preparing an adventure, in that mix of enthusiasm and anguish of the things that may come along the way. I really don´t like to prepare too much any travel, because it cuts off the surprise and may lead you to miss the things that every place has to offer. It was that way i begun this adventure dreamt for a long time, since the first talks with my argentininininian friend Marcelo Devincenzi that put Patagónia in my mind. Destiny didn´t want him to come along with me in this step, but he was the man that lauched it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left (me, silvia, cristina &amp;amp; joão gomes, sergio correia and raquel pina) Buenos Aires at sunset, with destiny to Trelew, a small town of 80.000 souls, whose name means People (Tre) of Lewis (Lew) in Wales language, in a tribute to the man that led 150 people to the railroad construction, that was the beginning of the city. We had chosen that place to start the adventure in Patagónia because it was near of Peninsula de Valdés, an unavoidable santuary of sea life in that part of the world, and because it seemed adequate to prepare the expedition around Patagónia central that a few months earlier we had started to settled with the help of another argentinian friend, Raul Pistone, which implied in round numbers 3000 to 4000 km on and off-road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect choice, i should say, because even tough Trelew is not a fantastic city, it breathes adventure histories in every corner. In fact, moved around there fantastic people like Charles Darwin whose life of adventure i admire since biology classes in high school, Saint Exupery and his flying adventure of &lt;i&gt;Vol de Nuit&lt;/i&gt; i red in French classes in the same high school, Egidio Feruglio a cientist of dinossaurs that have a museum with his name and finally, a pair of great significance for my adventurer soul, Butch Cassidy &amp;amp; Sundance Kidd, with whom i "have" a chat in the Hotel (Touring Club) where they slept after running away from US after their sucessful committment ( &lt;i&gt;Bad Orchestra of Ennio Morricone&lt;/i&gt; seems perfect to go back to that time&lt;i&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;. I just felt the smell of all those fantastic people and some more that i can imagine were around, guessing all the histories that made their loves and lives, maybe well represented by the words of Los Visconti (Siempre Solo, Always alone). And that was a beautiful beggining for that trip i offer myself, as gift for my PhD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come along and enjoy it with my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. My blog just reached 30.000 page views in less than 3 years. Thanks for giving me a motive to go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22699166?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22699166"&gt;Patagónia - Preparing for Adventure&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto sempre uma emoção percorrer-me o corpo na preparação de cada aventura, aquele misto de entusiasmo e angústia pelas surpresas que podem surgir. Não sou muito de preparar intensivamente e ao detalhe cada viagem, porque isso corta a surpresa das coisas, e sobretudo limita a maneira como vivemos cada passo. Foi assim também desta vez, no arranque para uma aventura desde há muito sonhada, quando comecei a senti-la na alma em conversa com um meu argentinissimo (outro) amigo Marcelo Devincenzi e nos livros que me foi recomendando e que devorei com avidez. Quis o destino que não fosse com ele que fizesse esta viagem, mas foi ele o responsável por esse despertar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saimos (eu, a silvia, cristina e joão gomes, o sergio correia e a raquel pina) de Buenos Aires ao final da tarde com destino a Trelew, pequena cidade de pouco mais de 80.000 habitantes localizada na Patagónia, cujo nome significa Povo (Tre) de Lewis (Lew) em galês num tributo ao homem que trouxe a colónia galesa de 150 pessoas para construir o caminho de ferro e que estariam na origem da fundação da cidade. Escolheramos esse ponto de chegada por ser perto da Peninsula de Valdez, um santuario da vida marinha imperdivel para quem viaja para aqueles lados, e porque nos pareceu o local ideal para preparar a expedição em torno da Patagónia central, que meses antes começaramos a delinear com a ajuda de outro (mais um ainda) argentinissimo amigo, o Raul Pistone e que numeros redondos implicava cerca de 3000 a 4000 km de estrada e rippio (terreno para 4X4).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolha perfeita, porque Trelew sem ser uma cidade com algo de muito especial, transmite bem a história de aventureiros que ali chegam e dali arrancam pelas mais diversas razões, onde muitas histórias começaram e outras acabaram. Na verdade, por ali passaram o Charles Darwin cuja vida admiro desde o liceu pelo recheio de aventura, o Saint Exupery cuja aventura de vida conheci também no liceu na cadeira de francês (&lt;i&gt;Vol de Nuit&lt;/i&gt;), o Egidio Feruglio paleotólogo famoso que deu inicio a uma cruzada em torno da era dinossaurica e que tem um museu com o seu nome na cidade e um par ainda mais espectacular para a minha alma aventureira, Butch Cassidy &amp;amp; Sundance Kidd com quem me viria a "encontrar" no Hotel (Touring Club) onde estiveram hospedados depois de fugirem dos Estados Unidos após o seu bem sucedido golpe (&lt;i&gt;Bad Orchestra do Ennio Morricone&lt;/i&gt; parece ideal para fazer recuar para esse tempo). Senti o cheiro deles todos, adivinhando as mil histórias que lhes fizeram os amores  e as vidas, quiçá bem traduzidas pelas palavras de Los Visconti (Siempre Solo). Um inicio em beleza para essa viagem que ofertei a mim próprio como prenda de doutoramento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Venham daí e viajem com a minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. O blog acaba de atingir a bonita marca de 30.000 páginas vistas. Obrigado por me darem o motivo que necessito para continuar com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4097931509770021847?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4097931509770021847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4097931509770021847' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4097931509770021847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4097931509770021847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/04/patagonia-landing-on-trelew.html' title='Patagónia - Landing on Trelew'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-9112361486780134253</id><published>2011-04-16T14:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T15:14:49.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Puro Tango en Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;...And with the Tango in or hears and hearts (&lt;i&gt;Tango Azul by Edgardo Acuña, Che, Querido Che byJavier Girotto, Epoca by Gotan Project and Libertango by Astor Piazzolla&lt;/i&gt;) we danced around this magnificent city, with a rich culture and an amazing architecture, the City of Design by UNESCO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the Tango, we floated around Santelmo and La Boca (presented in the previous movies) Plaza de Mayo with Casa Rosada, Cabildo and the old city hall where its history had begun, moving then to the green heart of Palermo, to Recoleta and its famous graveyard, Puerto Madero and the tribute to women with a bridge, those large and long avenues, the Obelisc, Cólon theather, the deeply wise and old Café Tortoni where the history of the city goes through and finally diving into the famous library of Ateneo, very similar to our Lello's , in Porto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fantastic and refreshing city tour of 3 days and a half, learning about the city history since its early defeats with the native indians, the negligence of the spanish to its value, the victories (so many) against pirates and other enemies that wanted to took the town, until the growth and mature state they live today. No doubt, the most beautiful that i ever visit. Then, get the packs and move to the desired adventure of Patagónia. To close this chapter in beauty, 1 hour drive to the airport taking a fantastic lesson of history of argentina and argentinians given by a very smart and very fun taxi driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy in Buenos Aires. Walk around with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22475687?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22475687"&gt;Puro Tango - Dancin' around&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...E com o Tango nos ouvidos e no coração (&lt;i&gt;Tango Azul de Edgardo Acuña, Che, Querido Che de Javier Girotto, Epoca de Gotan Project e Libertango de Astor Piazzolla&lt;/i&gt;) rodopiamos em torno dessa cidade fantástica, cultural e de arquitectura colossal, a que a Unesco atribuiu o titulo de Cidade do Design. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flutuamos em redor de Santelmo e La Boca (já apresentados nos filmes anteriores) seguida da Plaza de Maio com a Casa Rosado, o Cabildo e a Prefeitura onde a cidade nasceu, prosseguindo pelo coração verde que é Palermo, a Recoleta e o seu famoso cemitério, o Puerto Madero e a linda homenagem à mulher com a sua ponte, aquelas avenidas largas e arejadas, o obelisco, o teatro Cólon o intelectualissimo e antiquissimo Café Tortoni por onde perspassa a história de Buenos Aires, mergulhando em seguida no Ateneo que não é mais do que uma inspiradissima ideia de livraria, assim a modos que a nossa Lello, no Porto. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esplendoroso e inspirador passeio de 3 dias e meio por uma cidade que nos abriu o coração ( sem dúvida, a mais bonita que já visitei), aprendendo a sua história desde as derrotas com os nativos, o desleixo a que foram votados pelos espanhois no inicio da colonização da América, as imensas tentativas de invasão a que foram sujeitos e que sempre souberam repelir, enfim a evolução permanente e maturidade que hoje têm. Recomendo vivamente. Depois, vá de preparar as malas e com a alma cheia, ir em busca da mais desejada aventura: A Patagónia. No caminho de uma hora para o Aeroporto, para fechar em beleza, uma lição de história da Argentina e dos Argentinos por um cultissimo e engraçadissimo  motorista de táxi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui feliz, em Buenos Aires. Venham lá daí comigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-9112361486780134253?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/9112361486780134253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=9112361486780134253' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9112361486780134253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9112361486780134253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/04/puro-tango-en-buenos-aires.html' title='Puro Tango en Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7997126179777286362</id><published>2011-04-08T19:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T12:40:54.095+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puro Tango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santelmo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Puro Tango en Santelmo, Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Tango i choose to walk around Santelmo (Septiembre del '88 de Cacho Castaña) in its famous fair tells the history of a time of uncertanty lived in Argentina, similar to the one we are living today, in my beloved country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´m not a politician and this blog does not aim bitter discussions or acusations for the situation we live today, or the difficult times that we are going to live tomorrow. And so, although i´m not dumb, i don´t feel like comment on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the institutionalized corruption, or the sweet lies told with a magnificent smile by a dominant class that has no strength or courage to assume its smaller mistake anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or the protest of those that refuse their laws, with their suffering eyes, but only because they want to take the same power and do the same thing, living without doing anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them in an undisguisable emptiness disguised by a nice wrapping paper that someone put around their necks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That´s how everything got here, and that´s why everything is gonna fall due to that mental and moral poverty for whom no one has a solution anymore. As it happened so many times in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i just want to talk about the passion i love to feel for things i do with other people, or the hope that everything turns all right at the end, or the emotions that are the salt for the soul, or the love that makes life a good journey. The Tango of today tells a story of an Argenita and its people, who knew how to walk from sadness towards happiness, a few years ago. So, pay attention to it with your mind and your soul. Those who don´t understand the spanish, ask for someone who translate the words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs, and love your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/22132243?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/22132243"&gt;Puro Tango - From Sadness to Happiness&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O Tango que escolhi para deambular em Santelmo (Septiembre del '88 de Cacho Castaña) ao longo de uma feira de rua ao bom estilo da nossa de Vandoma (no Porto) traduz uma época de incerteza na Argentina bem parecida com aquela que nós vivemos agora aqui neste nosso mal amado país à beira mar plantado. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou politico, nunca o quis ser, este blog não tem intenções desse tipo de discussões amargas ou acusatórias de atribuição de culpas por aquilo que vivemos hoje ou que vamos padecer amanhã. Não de todo. Por isso, embora não seja parvo, não me apetece comentar sobre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a corrupção cada vez mais institucionalizada, da mentira e do engano espalhados com ar cândido e doce por uma classe dominante que não tem já nem a força nem a coragem para assumir os seus erros mais pequenitos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do protesto e da recusa de aceitar essa situação ditos com o mesmo ar cândido e doce por aqueles que lá não estão mas queriam muito estar, porque também querem a vida fácil de viver sem nada ter de fazer, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uns e outros num vazio indisfarçável disfarçado pela palavra bonita e vã e pelo invólucro aprumado e penteado que alguém lhes "arranjou", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi assim que tudo isto aqui chegou. E é também por essa pobreza mental e moral que tudo há-de cair em mil pedaços e uma nova sociedade há-de emergir sobre o escombro deste destempero para o qual já ninguém tem solução. Naturalmente, como tantas vezes aconteceu na história dos povos, dos países ou do planeta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, interessa-me muito mais falar da paixão pelas coisas, da esperança de que tudo se endireita (com o nosso esforço e sacrificio, que é assim que se conquistam as coisa boas), da emoção que é o sal que alimenta a alma, enfim do amor como forma de vida mais apetecível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tango de hoje mostra o exemplo duma Argentina e duns argentinos que souberam sobreviver a tudo isso, uns quantos anos atrás. Escutem com atenção, com a mente e com o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços, e amem a vossa vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7997126179777286362?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7997126179777286362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7997126179777286362' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7997126179777286362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7997126179777286362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/04/puro-tango-en-santelmo-buenos-aires.html' title='Puro Tango en Santelmo, Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4894415834898218078</id><published>2011-04-02T01:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T12:22:51.620+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puro Tango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Boca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Puro Tango en La Boca, Buenos Aires</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had never been a tango fan. I knew some references (Astor Piazolla, Gotan Project), but never could heard more than 2-3 musics. Until I went to La Boca, saw a street workshop with Miguel Angel Zotto (what a dancer), went to his indoor (fantastic) show. Maybe because I was sitting there free minded, or because La Boca touches you deep with joy and colours, or just because of the combination of music, words and dance, or even something else that I don´t know to explain. The true is that smashed me inside with its penetrating music, the strong words and that sensual and brutally esphingic mood they use dancing. I left the show deeply in love, strongly passioned with the people, the city, the country. As a consequence I wrote in my brain the text below, that you can hear in the movie by the words of my argentininininan friend Leonardo Machado. Moreover, I thaught that I would make a movie mixing the city with the trilogy (music, dance and poetry) of tango. Today, La Boca, com Amelia Baltar singing a Piazzola Tango, Ballad for a Crazy Man, that somehow I think could be me. Listen to the words and know why.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;The text in my brain:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;“Carlos Gardel imortalized Tango giving it na universal expression that can be listened in any place of the planet, who knows, in the future even in the whole universe. However, to really appreciate Tango, in its essence, can’t be felt only in the music that you listen to, or in the dance that you see, not even in the combination of this two artistic forms. NO. Truly, to take advantage of Tango, its necessary to feel your body shaking and your heart stumble, because of the life within. And its only in that sense that hears can listen or the eyes can see and the soul can take its deep meaning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Tangos, is then the art of life, expressing in a cool mood the sadness and the happiness, the melancholia or joy that are part of the way of any human being. That´s why, to take the flavour of Tango its necessary to dive into the place where it was born, surrounded by the people that give it the soul. &lt;/span&gt;In la Boca, in Buenos Aires, in Argentina with “Porteños.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21817095?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21817095"&gt;Puro Tango - Healthy Madness&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nunca tinha sido um grande fã do tango. Conhecia algumas coisa de que gostei (Astor Piazolla, Gotan Project), mas nunca me apegava muito para além de 2 ou 3 músicas. Até que entrei em La Boca, vi um workshop de rua do Miguel Angel Zotto (que dançarino) que me levou à sua estreia mundial em casa de espectáculo. Talvez, porque estava ali, porque La Boca nos toca bem no fundo pela sua beleza e alegria colorida, ou pela combinação de música, palavra e dança ou ainda por outra coisa qualquer que não sei explicar. O certo é que me bateu profundamente cá dentro, através da sua musica penetrante, das letras que tanto encerram e desse modo sedutor brutalmente esfíngico que eles põem na dança. Saí dali estarrecido, sentindo com mais força a paixão que começara a sentir desde que chegara, adorando o povo, a cidade e o país. Num ímpeto súbito escrevi na minha cabeça o texto apresentado abaixo, que no diaporama de hoje vem lida pelo meu argentinissimo amigo Leonardo Machado. Pensei também, ali, que havia de mostrar Buenos Aires misturando as suas cores com a triologia do tango (musica, dança e poesia). Hoje em La Boca, com Amelita Baltar cantando um tema de Piazolla, Balada para un Loco, que de algum modo sinto que poderia ser eu (o Loco). Prestem atenção na palavra e percebam porquê&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O texto que ficou no meu miolo:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Carlos Gardel imortalizou o tango dando-lhe uma expressão universal, podendo ser escutado em qualquer lugar do planeta, e quiçá, no futuro, até do universo. No entanto, o tango para ser apreciado na sua essencia não pode assentar apenas na dança que se vê e na música que se ouve, nem tão pouco na combinação destas duas formas artisticas. Não. Verdadeiramente, para saborear o tango é necessário sentir o corpo a arrepiar e o coração a estremecer, pela representação da vida que ele traz consigo. E é através desse palpitar que os olhos podem ver, os ouvidos podem escutar e a alma pode absorver o seu mais intrínseco significado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O tango é assim uma arte que traduz a vida, expressando com serenidade&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a tristeza,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a alegria, a vivacidade ou a melancolia, que fazem parte dos percursos de qualquer ser humano.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Por isso, para saborear o Tango, é necessário mergulhar no sítio onde ele nasceu, rodeado pelas gentes que são a sua alma. Em La Boca, em Buenos Aires, na Argentina…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;com os Porteños”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4894415834898218078?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4894415834898218078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4894415834898218078' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4894415834898218078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4894415834898218078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/04/puro-tango-en-la-boca-buenos-aires.html' title='Puro Tango en La Boca, Buenos Aires'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4438120560976800465</id><published>2011-03-26T13:17:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:43:30.126Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puro Tango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buenos Aires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argentina'/><title type='text'>Puro Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Buenos Aires, Saturday, 6:00 A.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had just landed in Buenos Aires, after a huge time flying and dragging in airports, but surely happy because an adventure was about to begin. We cross customs, went to exchange bureau and find out a cab to take us to thehotel we had booked a couple of weeks before: Santelmo Tango Suites, in Santelmo, Buenos Aires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon we arrived there, we got surprised by a colourful and live place, and by the presence of some of the people that characterize better the Passion of Argentinians: Carlos Gardel, Evita Peron, Astor Piazolla, Diego Maradona and Che Guevara, leaving an excelent prespective of the emotion and joy that hardly can be found in another place in the world (at least the world i know), always supported by the Tango that you can feel in the air since the very beggining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, after a rich breakfast, forgeeting all about the tired journey we had been through, we hit the road (with &lt;i&gt;Escenas Argentinas by Javier Girotto&lt;/i&gt;) and moved throughout the day until after midnight when we finally felt asleep with the soul deeply Argentinian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was the fisrt day of a magnificent adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21498472?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21498472"&gt;Puro Tango - Sunrise of a soul trip&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Buenos Aires, Sábado 6:00 da manhã&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aterramos em Buenos Aires depois de um montão de horas de voos e aeroportos e sonos entrecortados e mal dormidos. Que importa isso, no entanto, quando se antevê o cheirinho da aventura. Com uma felicidade mal contida atravessamos as formalidades de alfandega, seguimos para os cambios e tratamos de arranjar um taxi para descarregar "a tralha" no hotel que umas semanas antes haviamos marcado via internet: Santelmo Tango Suites, no bairro de Santelmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali chegados, fomos surpreendidos por um romantissimo hotel, de cores vivas e variadas, por onde passeavam algumas das figuras que mais traduzem a paixão argentina: Carlos Gardel, Evita Peron, Astor Piazolla, Diego Maradona e Che Guevara, constituindo um excelente prenuncio para a descoberta de uma cidade e de um povo que emanam uma emoção e alegria ímpar no mundo (pelo menos no mundo que eu já tive oportunidade de conhecer), sempre enlevada pelo Tango que se sente no ar, desde o primeiro momento.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso, depois de um riquissimo pequeno almoço, esquecendo por completo o cansaço da viagem, pusemos o pé na estrada (com &lt;i&gt;Escenas Argentinas de Javier Girotto&lt;/i&gt;) e rolamos dia fora, caindo finalmente para o merecido descanso, já depois da meia-noite, com a alma profundamente "argentina". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse foi o primeiro dia de uma empolgante aventura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4438120560976800465?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4438120560976800465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4438120560976800465' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4438120560976800465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4438120560976800465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/03/saturday-600.html' title='Puro Tango'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4303735037059271679</id><published>2011-03-22T18:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T19:14:37.156Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aveiro University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;To finish this adventure of teaching engineering in XXI century, the diaporama below illustrates how to get a rational context in an emotional pleasure for the brain. The idea is taking the calculation expressions, teach their meaning, show how to get the needed parameters and the final result. See if you agree with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week we go on vacations for a while, discovering Argentina. I think we deserve it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See you then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21314507?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21314507"&gt;Nomad Minds - A good mood&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Para acabar esta aventura que é ensinar engenharia no Séc. XXI, mostra-se como se pode transformar um contexto de engenharia numa coisa agradável ao cérebro, e portanto motivadora. A ideia é ir pegando nas diversas expressões de cálculo e mostrar o que querem fisicamente dizer, como se obtêm as variáveis e se chega ao resultado. Vejam se concordam comigo.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim acaba mais uma aventura aliciante deste vosso nómada. Para a semana vamos de férias, à descoberta da Argentina. Bem merecidas, depois de todo este trabalhinho, não acham?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4303735037059271679?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4303735037059271679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4303735037059271679' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4303735037059271679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4303735037059271679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/03/nomad-minds_22.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4127553502368369659</id><published>2011-03-19T21:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:31:19.124Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto granites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aveiro University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Question: How does a generation classified as weak, can produce things like the work i´ve been publishing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No. It isn´t really a weak generation, its similar to any other generation. When estimulated reacts, positively, with conviction, and strength, always arriving to a good end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21176729?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21176729"&gt;Nomad Minds - The fantastic life of Porto Granites&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pergunta: Como é que uma geração dita fraca pode produzir coisas destas que tenho vindo a evidenciar?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não de todo, não é fraca, é igual a todas as outras gerações. Quando estimulada reage bem, com creatividade, com gana, com perseverança, chegando sempre a um porto bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4127553502368369659?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4127553502368369659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4127553502368369659' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4127553502368369659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4127553502368369659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/03/nomad-minds_19.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1077334409717332810</id><published>2011-03-12T17:39:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:56:28.604Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Augusto Cury'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aveiro University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>I was using this teaching system for quite a while, when i bumped into Augusto Cury, a Brazilian Psichiatrist that studied very deeply the human mind and wrote about it, including the way people really learn. I bought one book in Recife´s Airport and when arrived in Brazilia (in my way to Curitiba for a Conference) i was absolutely convinced and bought another three. All of a sudden, all the things i had been thinking and implementing on my own (with the precious knowledge that i instintively had earn from my father, a quite good neurosurgeon and neurologist) were there explained with logic and sustainability. That happen in 2006 and generated a step further in this adventure.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly reccomend the whole Cury's work, but for those who have to teach (students or sons) you should start from Brilliant Fathers, Fascinating Teachers. Superb. I just leave here the sugestive titles of the chapters included&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Good Fathers give gifts, Brilliant fathers give themselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Good Fathers pay attention to the body, Brilliant fathers pay attention to the personality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Good Fathers correct mistakes, Brilliant fathers teach how to think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Good Fathers prepare kids for aplauses, Brilliant fathers prepare them for failure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Good Fathers talk with their kids, Brilliant fathers dialogue as friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Good Fathers give information, Brilliant fathers tell histories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Good Fathers give opportunities, Brilliant fathers never give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Good teachers speak very well, fascinating teachers understand how the mind work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Good teachers have methodology, fascinating teachers have sensibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Good teachers educate logics, fascinating teachers educate emotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Good teachers use memories as a deposit of information, Brilliant teachers use it as a support for thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Good teachers are temporary masters, fascinating teachers are unforgettable masters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Good teachers correct behaviours, fascinating teachers solve conflicts in classroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Good teachers educate for a job, fascinating teachers educate for life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So real, isn´t it? I leave you with another film of the e-manual. About joint influence in rock mechanics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20955346?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20955346"&gt;Nomad Minds - The Influence of Joints&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dava já aulas há algum tempo neste sistema, quando por acaso tropecei no Fabuloso Augusto Cury, um psiquiatra brasileiro que estudou a fundo a mente humana e escreveu muito sobre isso, incluindo sobre a forma como as pessoas aprendem. Comprei um livro dele no aeroporto do Recife e quando cheguei a Brasilia (no meu caminho para uma conferência em Curitiba) estava completamente rendido e comprei logo mais três livros da sua obra. De repente, todas as coisas que eu vinha fazendo (talvez com ajuda dos conhecimentos que instintivamente bebi do meu "velhote", um neurologista e neurocirurgião apaixonado pela sua profissão) estavam ali apresentados com lógica e com sustentabilidade. Isto passou-se em 2006, e correspondeu a um salto nesta minha aventura de ensinar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos os que ensinam (sejam pais ou sejam professores) recomendo a leitura da obra do Cury, começando especialmente por "Pais Brilhantes, Professores Fascinantes). Soberbo. Deixo aqui os titulos dos capitulos desse livro, para abrir o apetite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Bons Pais dão presentes, Pais Brilhantes dão-se eles mesmos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Bons Pais dão atenção ao corpo, Pais Brilhantes dão atenção à personalidade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Bons Pais corrigem erros, Pais Brilhantes ensinam a pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Bons Pais preparam para o aplauso, Pais Brilhantes preparam para os fracassos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Bons Pais conversam, Pais Brilhantes dialogam como amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Bons Pais dão informação, Pais Brilhantes contam histórias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Bons Pais dão oportunidades, Pais Brilhantes nnca desistem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - Bons Professores são eloquentes, Professores Fascinantes compreendem a mente humana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - Bons Professores tem método, Professores Fascinantes ctem sensibilidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - Bons Professores educam para a lógica, Professores Fascinantes educam a emoção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - Bons Professores susam a memória como depósito de informação, Professores Fascinantes usam-na como suporte do pensamento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Bons Professores são mestres temporários, Professores Fascinantes são mestres inesqueciveis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Bons Professores corrigem comportamentos, Professores Fascinantes resolvem conflitos em aula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Bons Professores educam para uma profissão, Professores Fascinantes educam para a vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão real, não é? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo-vos com mais um filme do e-manual. Acerca da influência da fracturação na Mecânica das Rochas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Inté&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1077334409717332810?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1077334409717332810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1077334409717332810' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1077334409717332810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1077334409717332810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/03/nomad-minds_12.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6851658572144193067</id><published>2011-03-06T13:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T13:37:09.388Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Aveiro'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I Don´t feel like to talk much, today. There is no need. I´m just leaving the chapter produced by me and my dear friends, about weathering processes of rock massifs. A glance in rock life in a fantastic HD movie (warning: you must download it first, at least its majority, because it is a heavy file, but don´t give up, because it is really worthy. Very instructive and with most beatiful images and schemes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20677267?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20677267"&gt;Nomad Minds - A Glance in Rock Life&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não me apetece escrever muito hoje. Porque não é preciso. Deixo apenas o primeiro capitulo feito em conjunto com os meus queridos amigos, sobre os mecanismos que levam à degradação dos maciços rochosos, isto é, um relance sobre a vida das rochas, num fantástico filme em HD (aviso: para ver bem é necessário baixar a maior parte da musica primeiro, que o ficheiro é pesado. Mas não desesperem que vale mesmo apenas. Muito instrutivo e com belas imagens e esquemas).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6851658572144193067?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6851658572144193067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6851658572144193067' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6851658572144193067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6851658572144193067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/03/nomad-minds.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-924287297310086570</id><published>2011-02-26T18:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-26T19:07:50.917Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aveiro University'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>When you got some kind of Nirvana, you have to think to start over again, in another direction. That was what i felt with the work i showed in last post. For me, and for them, i had to step forward. So i started again, stumnling and falling, and standing up again, without knowing well where to go, but always sure that i would get somewhere. And so it was. Together we produced an evolutive manual in two different years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first (Adriana Filipe, André Carvalho and an "Erasmus" Petr Suchanek form Chec republic) created a audio-visual document which linked a power point presentation with state of art papers, calculation sheets and films). In the second year (Luis Café, Joana Amaral, Bruno Soares, Rui Oliveira, Rita Melo), the movies were reproduced in format proper for really teaching the subject, divided by subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is a very complete evolutive Rock Mechanics Manual to which it is possible to continuously add updating material, either coming from the international comunity or from each own experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i present the introduction film of that manual. In the next four weeks the other 4 chapters will be presented and closing this Nomad Minds Adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20338210?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" frameborder="0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20338210"&gt;Nomad Minds - The emotional manual, Part 1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Quando se atinge uma plenitude, um nirvana, logo outro horizonte tem de se abrir, porque não é possivel ficar extasiado com o "feito" indefinidamente. Foi isto que senti quando vi o trabalho que mostrei no ultimo post. Por mim, e por eles, tinha que dar um passo para a frente, buscando mais mares para descobrir. E foi isso que fiz. Primeiro, tateando novamente um caminho, sem saber bem que direcção tomar, mas persistindo na busca de outro esquema que, de qualquer modo, sabia que haveria de surgir. O resultado foi a construção de um manual evolutivo, em dois anos lectivos (com pessoas diferentes, naturalmente).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros (a Adriana Filipe, o André Carvalho e o Petr Suchanek, um Erasmus da República Checa) fizeram um documento audio visual assente numa apresentação power point que além do resumo que encerra "faceia" também documentos escritos de referência, folhas de cálculo e filmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os segundos (Luis Café, Joana Amaral, Bruno Soares, Rui Oliveira e Rita Melo) relatam a matéria de forma elaborada em filmes divididos por temas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resultado é um manual completissimo de mecânica das rochas, ao qual se pode acrescentar o que se quiser, isto é, é apenas uma base actualizada para os dias de hoje, mas que pode crescer, evoluir conforme a experiência do mundo ou de cada um em particular. Neste semestre vou repetir a coisa com os alunos de Prospecção e Ensaios In-Situ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas próximas 4 semanas apresentarei os 4 filmes que fazem parte desse manual, cuja introdução consta do post de hoje, encerrando esta aventura das mentes nómadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-924287297310086570?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/924287297310086570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=924287297310086570' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/924287297310086570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/924287297310086570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/02/nomad-minds_26.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4541119744128941919</id><published>2011-02-19T12:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T14:25:14.487Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In-situ testing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Aveiro'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One morning, arriving in the university for a class of in-situ testing i found the classroom closed and the students outside with a notty smile on their faces. Opening the door, surprisingly i saw an empty room (only with chairs in U disposition) and the floor covered by soil. And then it started the most fantastic day of classes i´ve ever experienced. A students team (Mike Lopes, Catarina Lemos and David Felizardo) that were responsible for presenting Plate Load Test had created a constructuion environment for performing the test with incrdible detail. The test equipment (deflectometers working with mouvement) and a truck for loading in styrofoam, the noises of the truck and the construction field, and themselves recreating technical stuff, operators and drivers. A perfect representation that is the highest moment i have lived in my tutoring career. Unforgettable. A couple of months later we decided to pick up all the work produced by students in the previous 4 years and promoted a ArtScience festival that was "in the air" for a week, with a different program everyday. The post of today is that representation, to which i jointed a perfect music to make you feel those magic moments (Mannish boy, Muddy Waters).&lt;br /&gt;I´m sure you are gonna love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/20133250?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" frameborder="0" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/20133250"&gt;Nomad Minds - Nirvana&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um belo dia de manhã, ainda meio ensonado, dirigindo-me para a sala onde iria dar uma aula da cadeira de Prospecção e ensaios in-situ (de que sou responsável em Aveiro) deparando-me com todos os alunos cá fora à minha espera, com um sorriso maroto. Abri a porta para entrar e deparo-me com a sala completamente vazia, apenas com as cadeiras em U como sempre faziamos. O chão, no entanto, encontrava-se coberto por solo (sobre um plástico que dificilmente se vislumbrava). Fui completamente apanhado de surpresa e começou aí o dia de aulas mais fantástico que já tive. Um grupo de alunos (Mike Lopes, Catarina Lemos, David Felizardo) que tinha a seu cargo a apresentação do ensaio de carga em placa (PLT) recriara as condições de obra para a realização deste ensaio, em que se incluia, para além dos equipamentos todos feitos em esferovite com um nível de detalhe de funcionamento impressionante, um camião com ruido de motor e dos sinais sonoros de marcha atrás, a barulheira do costume em obra, bem como técnicos, operadores e motoristas representando com afinco o seu papel. Uma peça de teatro fabulástica que representa ainda hoje o momento mais sublime que tive a oportunidade de viver como tutor. Atingira aqui a plenitude da minha relação com os alunos, pelo que uns meses mais tarde, organizei com eles um festival de ArtCiência no departamento de Geociências (uma semana no ar, todos os dias com trabalhos diferentes) para contar a história desses 4 anos de aprendizagem em Aveiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O post de hoje é a representação dessa cena no festival, a que lhe juntei uma musica (Mannish boy, Muddy Waters) que acho que encaixa com aquele ambiente e aquela gente tão boa. Tenho a certeza que vão adorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4541119744128941919?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4541119744128941919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4541119744128941919' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4541119744128941919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4541119744128941919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/02/nomad-minds.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8586800430316053743</id><published>2011-02-11T22:31:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-02-11T22:45:10.991Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='University of Aveiro'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-indent:35.4pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;And one day, a student (that was at the same time a teacher), Lara Conceição, just presented me with the movie i´m posting today and with a nice letter telling me her feelings through the semester. Her doubts and uncertainties about the type of classes I was proposing, the worries about the true meaning of all that and what would be possible to learn with (for her it was really important to learn) and how everything started to be clear as the semester proceeded. At the end, she was happy with it and thinking that everything had been so worthy. For me it was a fundamental feed-back (the first written and explained one) making me sure that I was in the good side of the road. It made me feel proud (of course) and gave me an important income to have the strength to step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/19842970?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/19842970"&gt;Nomad Minds - Fundamental Feed backs&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;Eis uma mensagem deixada por uma aluna (que ao tempo era também professora), Lara Conceição,  que me deixou a alma babada, e a certeza no caminho que que decidira trilhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Foi-nos pedida uma crítica/comentário às aulas de mecânica das rochas e a todas as actividades envolvidas nestas. Aqui vai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Sinceramente, no início do segundo semestre quando o professor se apresentou e começou a descrever as linhas em que as aulas iriam decorrer, assim como os parâmetros de avaliação, confesso que fiquei muito insegura e não gostei muito da ideia. Pensei: “é tudo muito lindo, não precisamos de fazer exame – que fixe – mas vamos ter que apresentar uma série de trabalhos que de certeza vão ser bem mais complicados do que seria fazer apenas um exame.” E nas primeiras semanas, admito que para mim o pior dia da semana era a quinta-feira, porque ia ter uma disciplina com a qual já estava o suficientemente preocupada e que, ainda por cima, não estava a perceber muito bem por uma série de razões:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- primeiro porque não tinha tido geologia estrutural e não tinha as bases que seria de esperar;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- segundo por causa do método inovador de professor (pelo menos diferente das aulas de matéria debitada pelos professores, a que estamos tão mal habituados), que no princípio me parecia arrojado demais;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;- terceiro porque era a primeira cadeira de geologia que eu ia ter desde há dois anos ( que foi quando eu acabei o meu curso de Biologia e Geologia) e, portanto, já estava um bocado enferrujada, até nos conceitos mais básicos. Em conclusão, todas as quintas-feiras representavam, para mim, um teste aos meus conhecimentos, e pior, um teste ao qual eu tirava sempre negativa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Com o decorrer das aulas, as coisas foram melhorando. Com a primeira saída de campo comecei a ver tudo mais claro, e os conhecimentos, que até então permaneciam na penumbra, vieram ao de cima. Foi como se, finalmente, visse alguma luz ao fundo do túnel. Sei que parece um bocado dramático mas era assim que eu me sentia: aliviada por finalmente estar a perceber alguma coisa. A partir desse momento, fui começando a entender melhor os conceitos e a dinâmica das aulas já não me metia confusão. Pelo contrário, as aulas passaram a representar, para mim, um espaço de debate de ideias, moderado pelo professor é claro, mas ao fim do qual chegávamos a conclusões muito frutíferas e as quais passavam a ser os conhecimentos a reter nesta disciplina. O ponto mais alto até agora foi aquando da elaboração do trabalho de grupo sobre o ensaio de laboratório que nos calhou. Não pelo ensaio em si, mas sim porque pôs à prova a minha capacidade de pesquisa, de resolução de problemas e, o mais importante de tudo, a capacidade de trabalho &lt;st1:personname productid="em equipa. Embora"&gt;em equipa. Embora&lt;/st1:personname&gt; o trabalho tenha sido árduo, os frutos colhidos foram muito saborosos. Para além de ter conhecido colegas com quem gostei de trabalhar (e não estou só a falar dos meus colegas de grupo, mas de todos os colegas do curso que me receberam muito bem, e que me ajudaram a integrar), os conhecimentos que adquiri foram muitos e, por terem sido obtidos, por nós, a partir de muita pesquisa, ficaram bem consolidados. Uma das coisas que também constituiu uma novidade, foi o facto de termos de fazer um vídeo sobre a matéria abordada ao longo do semestre, como modo de avaliação e, que permitisse avaliar a nossa percepção da disciplina &lt;st1:personname productid="em si. Como"&gt;em si. Como&lt;/st1:personname&gt; professora-aprendiz que sou, admirei a ideia e entendi o intuito com que nos tinha sido pedida a execução de um vídeo desse género. Não só o professor conseguiria avaliar se tudo aquilo de que se tinha falado durante o semestre, tinha sido bem apreendido, mas também conseguiria suscitar em nós o nosso lado mais criativo. Mais um ponto a favor do professor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Assim sendo, e a partir do momento que as aulas deixaram de me meter confusão, ficou claro para mim que o método usado pelo professor tinha a sua razão de ser. E agora tenho que dar a minha mão à palmatória e admitir que o método, que no início me deixava de pé atrás e me fazia duvidar que iria aprender alguma coisa, me fez perceber o quão errada eu estava. Em vez de não ter aprendido nada, consegui alcançar um maior número de conhecimentos do que aquele que normalmente adquiro nas aulas em que os professores se limitam a debitar matéria, pois nessas aulas a matéria fica como que colada, mas como fica mal colada acaba por cair. O que passou a acontecer nas aulas de mecânica das rochas foi que, por causa do modo como somos incitados a chegarmos, nós próprios, à matéria, tudo o que aprendi fica tão bem organizado na minha cabeça que acho que vai permanecer lá durante mais tempo do que é costume. Por fim, só posso dizer que, para mim, o método usado pelo professor é mais do que um simples método de ensino, é uma forma de partilha de experiências e confronto de opiniões, a partir do qual consolidamos ideias e adquirimos conhecimentos."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8586800430316053743?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8586800430316053743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8586800430316053743' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8586800430316053743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8586800430316053743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/02/and-one-day-student-that-was-at-same.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1707977708878257908</id><published>2011-02-07T16:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:47:55.712Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aveiro University'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The first subject i had to teach in Aveiro University was Rock Mechanics. Altough i had learnt quite a lot on the subject in my university time, the fact was that i had little practice. So i was ready again to study the subject with my "little friends". With the experience learnt with sanitary landfills (last posts) i prepared a scheme that can be explained as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First i selected a lighthouse objective to make us focused. ENGINEERING IS TO BE GENIOUS was the main purpose to guide us through knowledge. Under this goal i prepared the following guidelines:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - &lt;b&gt;Giving a value to the error&lt;/b&gt;, in order to free minds and allow people to comunicate with no fear of being mistaken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - &lt;b&gt;Create a critical conscience about things, &lt;/b&gt;promoting permanent questioning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - &lt;b&gt;Never giving the answer, but posing the question&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - &lt;b&gt;Free the art that is inside of young people&lt;/b&gt;, as a mean to be genious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - &lt;b&gt;Promoting teamwork, &lt;/b&gt;as a way to potentiate engineering solutions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And in a flash i created a way to really understand the effects of this scheme. After 5 team works (One of colecting information to teach other goups, one field work, one of explaining a test and two spreadsheets of engineering calculations) a final individual work was to produce a film with all they have learnt during the semester. It was really a fundamental idea that helped me to evaluate their knowledge and the impact of all this in the teaching system. The movie of today illustrates pretty well the kind of obtained results and it was produced by David Felizardo, a special guy with a special artistic soul. I was particularly happy with this because it showed me how to use the best that people have to give as a way of estimulating minds in work. As Confucius once said ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Choose a work you love and you will not work one single day in your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´m sure you are going to enjoy the movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya at the end of the week with another example. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/19666281?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="320" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/19666281"&gt;Nomad Minds - Engineering is to be Genious&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira matéria que tive de dar em Aveiro foi a de Mecânica das Rochas. Embora tivesse conhecimento bom sobre o assunto, apreendido nos tempos de faculdade, a verdade é que a prática no assunto não era muita. Assim, preparei-me de novo para aprender junto com os meus "amiguinhos" e, com a experiência adquirida na cadeira de aterros sanitários em Coimbra (posts anteriores) montei o seguinte esquema para o semestre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em primeiro lugar eleger um objectivo-farol, que guiasse os nossos passos ao longo do semestre. Tratando-se de uma cadeira de um curso de engenharia, pareceu-me apropriado o seguinte:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENGENHARIA É ENGENHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sob este chapéu estabeleci as seguintes regras de base:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - &lt;b&gt;Valorizar o erro &lt;/b&gt;como forma de aprendizagem, de forma a promover o diálogo e evitar o medo de dizer "asneira" que tanto inibe os estudantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - &lt;b&gt;Criar uma consciência critica&lt;/b&gt;, incentivando o permanete "Porquê?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - &lt;b&gt;Nunca dar o Peixe, mas ensinar a Pescar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - &lt;b&gt;Libertar o espirito artistico&lt;/b&gt; que sempre existe dentro de cada um, sobretudo quando jovem, porque a creatividade é essencial para produzir engenharia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Demonstrar que o &lt;b&gt;trabalho de equipa&lt;/b&gt; é sempre muito mais efectivo do que o individual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E depois, num acesso repentino, ocorreu-me que a execução de um documento audio-visual (individual) a fazer no final. após 5 trabalhos de grupo (um de recolha bibliográfica e apresentação aos outros grupos, um de campo, um de apresentação de um ensaio de caracterização e dois de execução de folhas de cálculo), e versando toda a matéria estudada ao longo do semestre seria uma fantástica forma de avaliar o que fora apreendido por todos e, ao mesmo tempo, saber o impacto desta forma de ensino. Nada mais acertado, porque o resultado ultrapassou as minhas mais largas expectativas, como podem ver no filme de hoje (ilustrativo de muitos outros de igual valia) produzido pelo David Felizardo, um tipo especial com uma capacidade criativa fabulosa. Com ele aprendi a fazer uma coisa que nunca mais deixei de aplicar nas aulas e na gestão de grupos de trabalho industrial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A melhor forma de rentabilizar um grupo é ir buscar o que cada um tem de melhor e articular num todo com todos os elementos". Com isso consegue-se a paixão que alimenta muitissimo a eficiência de um trabalho. Lá dizia Confúcio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;b&gt;Escolhe um trabalho que ames e não terás de trabalhar um unico dia na tua vida&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se conseguires ires buscar o que as pessoas tem de melhor e articulares tudo em equipa consegues duas coisas fundamentais em produção. Paixão (e prazer) pelo que se faz e uma eficiência em geral extraordinária. Vejam este com atenção, que tenho a certeza que vão adorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volto de novo no fim-de-semana com um exemplo de outro tipo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1707977708878257908?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1707977708878257908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1707977708878257908' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1707977708878257908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1707977708878257908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/02/nomad-minds-first-subject-i-had-to.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-3201214202500761034</id><published>2011-01-20T18:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:14:25.540Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanitary landfills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coimbra University'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='municipal solid waste'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At the end of the semester i was happy, very happy with all the work we had been able to produce together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the beginning i had been afraid of failing my misson of teaching, that i was being too naif and could fall in a ridiculous situation. But then everything turned out alright and i had learnt a lot of new things about that mission of teaching, about creation, team work, being responsible while laughing and above all that a success is impossible without the risk of falling. Altogether we had learnt to take risks and to see the error as a valuable thing, after all something that has everything to do with engineering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile i had given to them the task of characterizing with their emotions the different type of wastes: Municipal, Industrial and dangerous wastes. An example of what they have done is in the movie of today (Municipal Solid Waste), which gave me a fundamental tool that i have never drop, from that momento on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS - Next week there will be no posts, since i intend to be lost somewhere in our world. I´ll be back in the beggining of February with this history, this time after my move from Coimbra to Aveiro University. See you then. Hope you miss me, cause i´ll miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18931043?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18931043"&gt;Nomad Minds - Step by step&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No final do semestre estava contente, e eles também. Tinha sido uma coisa boa aquilo que fizera-mos juntos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inicialmente tivera de vencer o receio que tudo aquilo pudesse falhar,e que eu não conseguisse cumprir o meu papel de formar, que tudo aquilo acabasse num fiasco, logo à entrada. Mas tudo acabou num trabalho rico que incluiu um manual electrónico de aterros sanitários (que ainda hoje uso quando necessito de entrar no assunto) com abertura para updates constantes daí para a frente, em função da experiência de cada um, feito em sã camaradagem e com boa disposição. Aprendi muito na convivência com eles, sobretudo que ninguém entra directamente no sucesso sem correr o risco do insucesso. Enfim, aprendi e ensinei-lhes a arriscar, a valorizar o erro, como forma de evoluir. Afinal não será este o contexto mais profundo da engenharia?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A meio do semestre, quando abordávamos a questão dos tipos diferentes de residuos, lancei um trabalho de grupo, para acrescentar ao manual, que consistia num filme animado por música adequada versando os temas: Residuos sólidos urbanos, residuos industriais e residuos perigosos. O resultado encantou-me e lançou outra ferramenta que nunca mais deixei de explorar. Seleccionei o de residuos sólidos urbanos como exemplo desse trabalho, para deixar por aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Na próxima semana faz-se um intervalo nesta saga, que eu vou andar perdido por esse mundo. Volto depois, com a continuação desta história (agora já após a minha mudança para a universidade de Aveiro). Espero que sintam saudades minhas como eu vou certamente sentir vossas. Inté&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-3201214202500761034?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/3201214202500761034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=3201214202500761034' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3201214202500761034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3201214202500761034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/01/nomad-minds_20.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2613345002535517797</id><published>2011-01-15T14:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-15T15:23:37.630Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanitary landfills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university of Coimbra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching and tutoring'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I´m just a simple man, who deeply believes that emotions are the "salt" of life. In love, friendship or in our professional tasks. Loving, smiling, laughing, get angry or else, is all that makes you learn the world around. Despite what the education that was given to me, i always believed that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEING RATIONAL IS JUST A TOOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE TRUE ESSENCE OF THINGS IS IN THE EMOTIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and i have walked this path with success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, believing in this, i used it as a soul for teaching and tutoring, since the early beginning, and that brought me to a fantastic walk of friendship and success achieving my goals as a teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i said in the last post, i knew just a little about sanitary landfills, when that task was offered. I had never worked on the subject, no participation in a construction, only a few things from the books. So i set there among my "people" studying together the needed materials and construction methods and with imagination we found a way of doing it in the classroom. We picked up a rubber material to serve as a base liner, clay to the impermeabilization systems, straws for leachate and biogas drainage systems, soil for daily covers, vegetal layers for final cover, the municipal solid waste and a fantastic roller-compactor made from a SUMOL can. Then, laughing out loud, we constructed our first sanitary landfill, with the joy and the team work well expressed in the movie. I've never forgot the way it works, and everytime i need this knowledge, close my eyes and review everything with a smile. I´m sure it happens the same with them, since... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN YOU REALLY "FEEL" SOMETHING, THERE IS NO TIME THAT CAN ERASE IT FROM YOUR SOUL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was the fundamental knowledge i never kept using in teaching, tutoring and education (of my kids).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie of today was produced by me and that fantastic class (Civil Engineering of Coimbra University, 2003) where this adventure  began. Hope you like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18795225?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="273" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18795225"&gt;Nomad Minds - Catching their emotions&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sou uma pessoa para quem as emoções são o principal na vida. Acredito que nelas reside o "sal" da vida, seja no amor, seja, na amizade, seja na profissão. Amar, rir e chorar, ficar zangado e tudo mais do mesmo género, é aquilo que nos faz realmente apreender o que nos rodeia. Pese embora o que o meu pai sempre nos tentou passar, da importância da razão, do fundamental que ela representa, eu sempre achei que&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A RAZÃO NÃO É MAIS DO QUE A FERRAMENTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ESSENCIA DAS COISAS ESTÁ NA EMOÇÃO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... e nunca me dei mal com isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturalmente que, acreditando convictamente nisso, tentei praticá-lo com os alunos na minha actividade docente desde o inicio, o que viria a dar num percurso pleno e cheio de coisas boas que agora aqui procuro ilustrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como disse no post anterior, sabia pouco de aterros sanitários quando a cadeira me foi distribuida. Nunca tinha participado em nenhuma construção deste tipo de infra-estrutura, conhecia apenas as coisas pelos livros. Lancei então uma ideia (a primeira com alguma consistência). Ver os materiais que compõem um aterro sanitário, recolher os mesmos, e arranjar uma maneira de o fazer em sala de aula, com a nossa imaginação. O resultado foi fantástico. Um liner para a base feito com uma borracha, argila para o sistema de impermeabilização, palhinhas para os sistemas de drenagem de lexiviados e biogás, solo para as coberturas diárias, cascalho para o colchão drenante, terra vegetal para a cobertura final e um fantástico cilindro de compactação da SUMOL. Depois, mão à obra e entre risos e gargalhadas construimos o nosso primeiro aterro sanitário, conforme o diaporama de hoje ilustra. A união e alegria estão bem expressos no filme. Eu nunca mais me esqueci do que importa na construção de um aterro, e sempre que necessito do conhecimento fecho os olhos e revejo tudo isso com um sorriso na boca. Tenho a certeza que com eles se passará a mesma coisa, porque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUANDO "SENTIMOS" UMA COISA NÃO HÁ TEMPO QUE A APAGUE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi esta a primeira premissa que aprendi e que nunca mais deixei de usar no ensino e na educação (dos meus filhos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O diaporama de hoje foi realizado por essa turma fantástica (Engª Civil da Universidade de Coimbra) onde esta aventura toda começou. Espero que gostem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2613345002535517797?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2613345002535517797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2613345002535517797' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2613345002535517797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2613345002535517797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/01/nomad-minds_15.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4461278708007583307</id><published>2011-01-08T00:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:40:04.843Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching and tutoring'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I had been giving classes for quite a while (first at professional level, later as university assistant, when all of a sudden i was given the regency of sanitary landfills discipline, matter i was not particularly confortable with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took it from a coherent point of view. I had criticized so much a certain way of teaching when student, making impossible to forget it. At least i had to try. And so i stumbled and felt, and learn to get up, until find an equilibrium, learnig a path to follow. Over all, i learnt that i really wanted them to love me, to see me as That Teacher. Not for glory, simply to manage to pass them the information touching their emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And together we produced an electronic evolutive manual, in which 5 groups gave their contribution of knowledge, also teaching all the others. To add with each own experience along life. Maybe it could even be possible that in 10 (?) years we join together again and be sharing and updating it with the experience meanwhile colected. Wouldn´t it be nice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The film below was my first step, maybe poor in technical quality but that was in 2003 and i´m simply an engineer, not a filmmaker. Anyway, it was the launch of an idea and felt its pulse. See if you like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18543004?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18543004"&gt;Nomad Minds - The first attempt&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dava já aulas há uns anos (primeiro na formação profissional de pois como assistente universitário convidado) quando um dia me foi colocada a responsabilidade de reger a cadeira de aterros sanitários, matéria em que não incidia o meu dia a dia profissional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Peguei no assunto em forma de coerência. Enquanto estudante, criticara tanto uma certa forma de ensino que era impossível esquecer e embarcar no mesmo. Acho que nem conseguiria dormir se não tentasse. Mas comecei por cair, aprendi a levantar, titubeei mas equilibrei, mas consegui perceber por onde caminhar. Acima de tudo aprendi que o que mais queria era que eles gostassem de mim, que eu lhes dissesse algo, que fosse aquele tal professor que nos marca. Não para gabarolice ou glória vã. Apenas  porque queria muito conseguir ensinar a todos, indepedentemente do estilo marrão, criativo, organizado ou genial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E no fim, acabou o ano com o conceito do manual evolutivo como uma ferramenta em que todos contribuiram com o seu quinhão e aprenderam a que os outros lhe ensinaram. Para ir preenchendo pela vida fora. Talvez fosse até possível que alguns anos mais tarde (10?) nos encontrássemos de novo e actualizássemos o manual com a experiência entretanto vivida por cada um. Wouldn´t it be nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O filme abaixo foi o meu primeiro filme técnico, quiçá de técnica e qualidade pobrezitas, mas isto passa-se em 2003, e as dificuldades eram outras. Mas foi com ele que lancei a ideia e apalpei o pulso "à coisa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4461278708007583307?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4461278708007583307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4461278708007583307' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4461278708007583307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4461278708007583307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2011/01/nomad-minds.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4102625018886677797</id><published>2010-12-31T14:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:29:41.402Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomad Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alunos da Universidade de Aveiro'/><title type='text'>Nomad Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One of the best things in a man education is the cross roads with the teachers that really made us think on our own. I always try to be coherent with my thoughts and so, all the good and bad things i taught about my teachers had to be considered when i became a teacher, myself. How could i ever forget my previous taughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since 2003, when i became regent of my own disciplines in University (Coimbra and Aveiro), i´ve been trying to develop a path with my students, learning how to embrace them, erasing the frontier teacher/student, overcoming the Sindrom of Acelerated Thinking (SPA, in Portuguese) and over all teaching while learning and learning while teaching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together we have done so many fantastic things, such as 2 conference papers written together and one Festival on Technical Movies (one week and more than 20 presented works ). This is a story that deserves to be told, which will be done in the following weeks under the title "Nomad Minds", since it represents perfectly what have been happening wit us:  open minds, moving freely of dogmas and/or conventions. I hope you enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18151359?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18151359"&gt;Nomad Minds - Living and Learning&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma das coisas mais importantes na adolescência são, sem dúvida, os professores que nos marcaram o percurso. Disso não temos a mínima dúvida. Na minha vida sempre procurei a coerência, de modo que todas as criticas que teci e os elogios que prestei aos professores que cruzaram a minha educação se tornaram numa cartilha para mim, quando me tornei eu próprio um docente (convidado). Como poderia de repente, esquecer tudo o que pensei e passar a fazer tudo ao contrário, só porque era mais fácil e mais cómodo e me libertava da responsabilidade de experimentar outras formas. Felizmente que não cedi a essa tentação, fazendo um caminho desajeitado, no inicio, depois um pouco mais equilibrado e hoje em dia mais sustentado, do qual muito me orgulho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde 2003, quando comecei a ser regente de cadeiras de Engenharia (Primeiro na Universidade de Coimbra, depois n&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;a de Aveiro) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;que comecei a construir um percurso com os alunos, aprendendo a conviver com eles, a diluir a fronteira professor/aluno, a ultrapassar o Sindroma do Pensamento Acelerado (SPA) em que todos vivemos hoje em dia, enfim a tornar útil os seus percursos e os seus saberes e sobretudo a ensinar enquanto aprendo e aprender enquanto ensino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E juntos criamos a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;ARTCIÊNCIA, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;uma combinação ponderada da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;arte &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;e da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;ciência&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt; no intuito de estimular a transmissão de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;conhecimentos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;, acompanhar o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;raciocínio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt; e promover a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;criatividade&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt; tão rica numa população universitária e tão importante no domínio da Engenharia. Mais do que isso, o trabalho trespassou vários anos lectivos levando à publicação de dois artigos, um nacional (2008) e outro internacional (2009) escritos por todos (o filme abaixo é retirado do power point utilizado na apresentação do primeiro), bem como à produção de um fantástico Festival de Curtas Metragens Técnicas (Universidade de Aveiro, 2007) que durou uma semana e permitiu a exibição de mais de 20 trabalhos. Toda esta história merece ser contada, pelo riqueza que trouxe à vida de todos nós. Nas próximas semanas apresentarei alguns dados desse percurso até aos dias de hoje, sempre acompanhado de pequenos filmes feitos por mim e por eles. A esta aventura chamarei de "Nomad Minds", por ser isso que nos uniu a todos: uma mente livre e vagueante, pouco presa a dogmas ou convenções. Espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Beijos e Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4102625018886677797?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4102625018886677797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4102625018886677797' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4102625018886677797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4102625018886677797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/12/nomad-minds.html' title='Nomad Minds'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7286499078396939222</id><published>2010-12-10T17:05:00.017Z</published><updated>2010-12-12T14:22:51.233Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duarte Bravo de Faria'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a Nomad Life</title><content type='html'>Acredito, de há muito, que a vida é feita de percursos, para onde converge e donde diverge um variado e enorme conjunto de pessoas que pintam a tela da nossa vida. Umas tem mais cor, outras mais intensidade, e outras que nem se notam e fazem igualmente o quadro. A arte de viver está em saber aproveitar essas partilhas na sua essência e no momento em que elas se dão. Foi assim, com o meu titicos &lt;b&gt;Duarte (Bravo de Faria)&lt;/b&gt; que por várias vezes entrou e saiu (fisicamente) da minha vida, ficando de cada vez uma indelével marca na minha personalidade e maneira de saborear a vida.&lt;div&gt;A nossa história cruza-se primeiro em percursos de aprendiz. Eu aprendiz de escola primaria e o B-A-BÁ, ele um aprendiz universitário com um outro B-A-BÁ. Os dois vivendo sobre o mesmo tecto, com ele amaciando um "reino" clássico e conservador, envolto pela musicalidade e a filosofia do Flower Power. O quanto isso emprestou à minha forma de ver as coisas, com os Beatles (e esse fabuloso Abbey Road), Procol Harum, The New seakers, Simon &amp;amp; Garfunkel, Janis Joplin, Pink Floyd entre tantos outros. Sinto pena, por vezes, que a geração que está por detrás de tudo o que vivemos agora é exatamente essa. Quão abruptamente cairam aquelas convicções!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Á saida deste tempo, antevendo (ou talvez lançando?) o meu espirito inquieto, deixou-me 300 postais de paises desse mundo sabendo que eu lhes daria destino, na colecção (+ de 6000 postais hoje em dia) e na mente. Depois fomo-nos vendo por aí, ate´ao dia em que me aparece com um diaporama (exatamente no mesmo formato que publico agora) na altura em que eu mudava para a fotografia digital, dando-me uma arma de comunicação fabulosa (pelo menos para a maneira como eu sou). Fiz uns quantos filmes, contei umas quantas histórias, enfim partilhei o melhor as minhas emoções, baseado nas fotografias que fui tirando por esse mundo no meu caminho errante. E no que deu isto tudo?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...na oportunidade de fazer uma exposição diaporamica (Biblioteca Almeida Garrett, Palácio de Cristal no Porto), em que o filme na entrada simbolizava o Porto de Abrigo, de onde se parte e aonde sempre se chega) e era dele, aquele que apresento abaixo. Quão fantástico foi aquela coisa que fizemos ali. (ver agora o filme)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/17475038?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/17475038"&gt;O Meu Porto de Abrigo&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o mais estava ainda para vir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sei lá porquê, porque nunca me senti merecedor, com as suas serenidade e a persistência firme, decidiu despender tempos importantes comigo na experiência da última caminhada, no momento em que o meu doutoramento se encontrava no seu términus. E a "duas mãos" fizemos os nossos filmes salpicados por conversas e passeios coloridos, lindos de morrer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejei muito tê-lo no dia da minha dissertação, ele desejou muito estar lá. E por tanto desejar, nesse dia lá estava ele lá sentado, sorridente, passando toda aquela serenidade para a minha exposição. Saí-me lindamente, tá claro. Coisa linda do destino essa de fazer coincidir a data de defesa da tese com o dia do seu aniversário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois disso, estivemos ainda uma vez mais juntos, num dia ensolarado de Agosto, tomando café na Brasileira e depois subindo os Clérigos até aos serviços académicos para "encomendar" o meu diploma. Mais tarde percebi que ele se despedira de mim naquele dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fim de tudo, com a surpresa de sempre, vou descobrindo o embrulho que ele me deixou nas mãos para ir dando andamento, envolto pela semente que ele plantou em mim, de que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Com a Morte não se Chora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebra-se a Vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De entre os filmes que "produzimos" nesse tempo de convívio, escolhi o que aqui deixo, para ilustrar o meu passeio  contigo, meu titicos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o meu sorriso para ti. Tenho a certeza que vais gostar deste &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/11767219?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11767219"&gt;Eu &amp;amp; o Duarte&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7286499078396939222?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7286499078396939222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7286499078396939222' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7286499078396939222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7286499078396939222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/12/portraits-of-nomad-life.html' title='Portraits of a Nomad Life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-3757154367646658368</id><published>2010-11-20T12:20:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:42:38.247Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moonset and Sunrise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mazagon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailwind'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a Nomad Life</title><content type='html'>Mazagon, Last Night on Board&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that is good always comes to an end, and so it was with that trip. To comemorate the trip, we´ve just decided, to leave the harbour early in the morning to enjoy the sunrise in the sea, which is not properly usual in our day-to-day life. What i didn´t expect was the oportunity of delighting myself with the set of the moon before the rise of the sun, offering me an insight of what life is all about. In fact, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime a task ends, there´s is another goal to achieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime a stormy day occurs, there is chance for the rainbow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime a tree is burn, a flower rises from nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime a light is turned off, another love lights up your soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime you are double-crossed, someone else walks together your path with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime you get disappointed, a new smile shines your day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime a friend dies, a new child is brought to your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime your touched by a bad moment, a bright chance is offered to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime the moon sets, a new sun iluminates your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was the romantic secret of that day. The Moonset and the Sunrise...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... once again with Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16886813?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16886813"&gt;The Nomad Sail of the Soul - The Moonset and the sunrise&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo o que é bom sempre chega ao fim, e assim caconteceu com esta viagem. Para celebrar o trajecto, resolvemos levantar muito cedo e abandonar a marina de Mazagon pela calada da noite, tendo por companhia apenas os pescadores a arrancar para a faina, e deleitar-mo-nos com o nascer do Sol visto do mar, uma oportunidade que não temos muitas vezes no ano. Mas antes do Sol nascer à sempre uma Lua que se deita, o que me deu um raro momento de plenitude em que o sentido da vida fluiu diante dos meus olhos. De facto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que uma tarefa acaba, nova oportunidade se gera no horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que cai uma tempestade, pode surgir um arco-iris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que uma arvore é destruida, uma flor nasce do nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que uma chama se extingue, outro amor floresce na alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que alguém te trai, outro caminha o caminho contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que um sonho se desfaz, logo outro te preenche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que um amigo morre, logo outro ressuscita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que um mau momento te toca, logo um sorriso te ilumina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, sempre que uma lua se põe, um novo sol se levanta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse foi o romantico segredo desse dia. O pôr da Lua e o Nascer do Sol...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... uma vez mais com os Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-3757154367646658368?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/3757154367646658368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=3757154367646658368' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3757154367646658368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3757154367646658368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/11/portraits-of-nomad-life_20.html' title='Portraits of a Nomad Life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7070365105897092347</id><published>2010-11-13T04:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T04:47:31.631Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomad moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailwind'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a Nomad Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;On the boat again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the east wind finally went away, allowing us to return to beloved ocean, altough with no chances of moving to our previous marked destination: Gibraltar. Despite that fact, the soul filled up again, calming down the anxiety provoqued by the need of the sweet balancing and the pleasure of nomading in that small 11m boat that allow us to achieve the real essence of individual freedom. And so, we proceed with specific destiny going around in the ocean, feeling the sun and the salt in our faces and get bumped by the high waves that leave no dry spot inside the boat. Fantastic moment of joy that reinforced capacities, provoqued true emotions and renewed trust so very needed to survive in the cruel world of shadows we have to live today. Finally, we  arrived to a small harbour of a quite small town (Rota), finding again the cool rythm of the sailor's life. With &lt;i&gt;MUSE&lt;/i&gt; always whispering nice words to our hears.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16562070?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16562070"&gt;The Nomad Sail of the Soul - Back to the Ocean&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E o Levante lá acabou por levantar, permitindo-nos levantar ferro, embora já sem hipóteses de chegar ao nosso destino inicial de Gibraltar. Sem embargo, a alma encheu-se de novo reavivando novamente a chama e acalmando a ansiedade provocada pela saudade do doce balançar e do prazer de nomadar naquela casca de 11m que nos tira para longe do mundo e nos transmite a verdadeira liberdade da essencia individual. Alegria, alegria, alegria. E lá fomos um pouco sem destino fazendo um circulo por mar mais alto, deleitando os rostos com o sol e com o sal, levando banho de onda alta que invade o navio não deixando ponta seca. Fantástico momento de plenitude que reforçou capacidades, atiçou emoções e renovou a confiança em nós próprios tão fulcral para sobreviver no mundo "de sombras traiçoeiras" em que hoje vivemos. Por fim lá aportamos a um porto piquinito de uma cidadezita adorável (Rota), encontrando novamente o ritmo "cool" e arrastado da vida do marujo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Com os &lt;i&gt;MUSE&lt;/i&gt; sempre a dar o mote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7070365105897092347?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7070365105897092347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7070365105897092347' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7070365105897092347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7070365105897092347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/11/portraits-of-nomad-life_13.html' title='Portraits of a Nomad Life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-3619610718590270940</id><published>2010-11-05T23:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-05T23:37:11.977Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits of a nomad life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailwind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing with friends'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a Nomad Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cadiz, Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And suddenly, the feared East wind came up, with an incredible strength and a willing to stay, stopping our journey. It became impossible to face it and cross the Strait of Gibraltar. No way. Some years ago we had tried this and we sailed for hours without moving a inch until the boat start crying making us to go back to nearest harbour with some damage to fix. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As everything in life we have to know when got to be patient or even to give up. And so we stayed for 1, 2, 3 days, somehow going impatient, until we knew that was time to go back aborting destination Gibraltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visiting a city coming from off shore is not the same thing as if you arrive by land. This time i understood the sailor and pirate soul of the city, erected by people that are arriving and departing all the time. And that cooled down my nervous soul, maybe teaching me something useful for the desperating times that are arriving to our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Kipling once said: May i have the courage to fight the things i can, accept the things i don´t, and wisdom to distinguish the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a kiss and a hug  , and again with Muse as guiding light, i leave you the white beauty of Cadiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16400413?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16400413"&gt;The Nomad Sail of the Soul - Waiting for the East Winds to Go Away&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E de repente levantou-se o Levante, com uma força gigantesca e com vontade de ficar, impedindo-nos de prosseguir viagem. Impossível atravessar o estreito de Gibraltar com ele a "bufar". Não deixa espaço para fugir. Há uns anos atrás tiveramos a mesma experiencia, em que tentamos enfrentá-lo e andamos horas a navegar sem sair do sitio até que o mastro rangeu, a vela rompeu e tivemos que voltar para trás. Como em tudo na vida há que saber ter paciência para esperar que os maus ventos passem, para depois nos fazermos ao mar. Ficamos 1, 2, 3 dias, com algum nervo à mistura que esperar em terra quando se quer ir para o mar traz um pouco de desespero, até que percebemos que já não havia tempo para ir e voltar, abortando o destino Gibraltar. Por vezes é preciso virar a rota, e foi o que fizemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ver uma cidade com chegada pelo mar dá uma perspectiva diferente, uma sensação diferente e nturalmente sente-se uma alma diferente. Para mim foi assim com Cadiz. Entendi a cidade pela sua alma de marujos, de piratas, enfim de gente que chega e parte a todo o momento. Senti-a desse modo, e isso afagou-me a alma nervosa por aquela espera que terminou em meia volta. Aprendi algo nesses dias, que talvez sirva para me dar sapiência para os tempos deprimentemente difíceis que aí vem. A capacidade para lutar por aquilo que posso, a serenidade para aceitar aquilo que não posso e a sabedoria para distinguir a diferença, tal como dizia Kipling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Com um beijo e um abraço, novamente com os Muse (as guiding light), deixo-vos com a beleza alva de Cadiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-3619610718590270940?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/3619610718590270940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=3619610718590270940' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3619610718590270940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3619610718590270940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/11/portraits-of-nomad-life_05.html' title='Portraits of a Nomad Life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4898145730075514852</id><published>2010-11-01T17:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:36:39.277Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chipiona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailwind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing with friends'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a Nomad Life</title><content type='html'>Chipiona&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a tough time in the ocean, it always taste good to arrive to a small harbour for a quick rest. I always like to observe the life nearshore with the noise of fishermen, seagals or simply other nomads like us. I also like to move towrds a proper shower where you can stay for sometime with no worries of water management. Then pick up the wallet and get ready to walk for hours with no apparent destination until falling down in a nice restaurant with good food and better drink, where you can stay dreaming while watching local people coming and going. For me, this is as important as the time in the sea, and together they are part of the same journey on the old spirit of the "on the road" or "on the boat". Then, drag myself to the boat for a good night sleep, 'cause tomorrow we have to leave again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy Chipiona, again with Muse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16179379?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16179379"&gt;The Nomad Sail of the Soul - Chipiona&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Depois de uma boa tareia de balanço do mar, água salgada que baste a bater no focinho, navegando livremente, sabe sempre bem aportar a um qualquer quanto para repor energia, comer qualquer coisa cozinhada por outros, encher os depósitos de água e efectuar pequenos arranjos de estragos feitos durante o percurso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Gosto sempre da chegada a pequenos portos, observando a vida nearshore, da faina dos pescadores, aos gritos das gaivotas ou aos afazeres de outros marujos como nós. Gosto também do arrastar indolente até uma casa de banho decente (umas vezes melhor, outras pior) onde podemos deleitar-nos com um longo duche sem preocupação de poupança de água. Depois, agarrar na carteira e pôr pernas ao caminho em terra firme, numa cidadezita sempre pronta a acolher gente que vem do mar, vagueando horas à procura de coisa nenhuma até acabar numa qualquer esplanada com boa comida e melhor bebida e aí ficar a sonhar enquanto as gentes nos vão passando diante dos olhos. Para mim, isto é uma parte integrante e tão importante como a navegação propriamente dita. O verdadeiro espirito "on the road" ou "on the boat". Depois ala que se faz tarde, que amanhã arrancaremos de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Saboreiem Chipiona outra vez com os Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4898145730075514852?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4898145730075514852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4898145730075514852' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4898145730075514852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4898145730075514852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/11/portraits-of-nomad-life.html' title='Portraits of a Nomad Life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4212051081464367015</id><published>2010-10-28T18:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:08:18.076+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portraits of a nomad life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tailwind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing with friends'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a nomad life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 20px; color: rgb(160, 160, 149); line-height: 24px; "&gt;One of the best ground to test your nomad soul is, undoubtly, sailing in the ocean. You just step in the boat and all the chains of your normal life, just go away. The stressing life you are obliged to live, the doublecrossings, the disrecpects, the evil around you just vanish while the salt gets in your face, and everything becomes so simple. It is you and your crew fellows, facing the wind and the oscilatory movement of the boat in the ocean, taking the best of it. And everything moves forward smooth and graceously, setting your soul free in this nomad movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that for this liberation of the soul the "Muse" can play an important role. They touch me deep with both strong lyrics and power sound. Such as Bowie, Pink Floyd and U2, before them. Hope you like it. This adventure will be presented in 5 movies including this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16142245?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/16142245"&gt;The Nomad Sail of the Soul - Sailing away&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um dos mais fantásticos territórios para particar o nomadismo é sem duvida alguma o mar. Então se for à vela, girando pelo mar alto, aportando a uma marina, resguardando de ventos e tempestades, arrancando de novo... Perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mal piso o convés, todas as correntes da vida que levo se libertam e eu fico livre do stress e da correria, das traições constantes do mundo em que vivemos, a maldade latente que está no ar, os desrespeitos, etc, à medida que o sal penetra na cara, e o calor aquece o corpo a alma vai-se soltando e tudo fica tão simples. Fico apenas eu e os meus compinchas de tripulação (desta vez o Alexandre, a Meninha, o Vitor Az, a Cristina e a Silvia) enfrentando o vento e o balançar do barco que primeiro nos enjoa e depois lentamente se vai incorporando até fazer parte de nós. Então, tudo se move suavemente em graciosa harmonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assim, arrancamos todos juntos em direcção a Chipiona num primeiro trajecto, esperando chegar até Gibraltar. Ao som  dos Muse que hão-de ilustrar toda esta viagem, já que para mim tem uma coisa rara: combinam a força da musica com a força da palavra, aparentemente (ainda estão no inicio) ao nível de Bowie, Pink Floyd ou U2, de entre aqueles que mais aprecio. Espero que sigam e apreciem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4212051081464367015?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4212051081464367015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4212051081464367015' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4212051081464367015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4212051081464367015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/10/portraits-of-nomad-life_28.html' title='Portraits of a nomad life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7808199932354320596</id><published>2010-10-12T00:57:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T18:44:41.295+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estudantina universitária de Coimbra'/><title type='text'>Portraits of a nomad life</title><content type='html'>Portugal&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is rather amazing that i  finished my PhD on th exact year of the 25th aniversary of Estudantina Universitária de Coimbra. A group of joy that start with me in my time in the university and where i learnt how to dream, to enjoy life and the meaning of friendship and teamwork. And where i first learnt how to live like a nomad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25 years later all of that is still there. And maybe, this is the best thing i´ve ever achieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Estudantina Universitária de Coimbra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15753888?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15753888"&gt;Living like a Nomad - The Beginning&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Não deixa de ser engraçado que tenha terminado o meu PhD no mesmo ano em que a Estudantina Universitária de Coimbra, que eu tenho orgulho em ter ajudado a "lançar", faz 25 anos de existência. Aí aprendi a sonhar, a viver a vida com intensidade, o significado de amizade e espirito de grupo e, sobretudo, onde comecei a "nomadar". 25 anos mais tarde, e ainda está lá tudo isso intacto. Talvez seja este o maior feito da minha existência (apesar dos outros).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Senhoras e senhores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;para vosso Divertimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Estudantina Universitária de Coimbra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7808199932354320596?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7808199932354320596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7808199932354320596' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7808199932354320596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7808199932354320596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/10/portraits-of-nomad-life.html' title='Portraits of a nomad life'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2197722308944660277</id><published>2010-09-25T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:46:55.400+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Closing remarks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to close this fantastic adventure of my life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the friendship, the company, the love and the attention of you all. Lots of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs to everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14905851?portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14905851"&gt;A PhD on the Road (Closing Remarks)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2197722308944660277?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2197722308944660277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2197722308944660277' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2197722308944660277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2197722308944660277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-to-close-this-fantastic-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8309817248961324305</id><published>2010-08-01T14:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T18:28:43.310+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obelix party'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - The Obelix Party</title><content type='html'>And this is the end of a PhD on the Road (i´ll publish one more with the final statistics, whenever i have time to do it).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the dissertation, a time come to celebrate. I always celebrate with the deepest of my soul, since that´s the way i do everything. The profession, my responsabilities, love, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, the Obelix party was born. Obelix because i always wondered who is Obelix apart of is partnership with Asterix, and also because of after every adventure they really celebrate, with all friends and a lot of joy. Moreover, he works in the granites, like i do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In simple words, Obelix party started oficially on Friday, 21:00 (first guests arrived at 20:40) and oficially closed at Sunday 21:00 (last guests left at 22.30, after a chicken soup, a piece of bread and a Guronsan). A real meaningful party for a nomad adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS A CHERRY ON THE TOP OF THE CAKE (EVEN MORE TASTEFUL THAN THE CAKE ITSELF)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More than 110 friends dropped by, celebrating with me in a fantastic tribute to friendship, love and joy. Me and them, and also all those that wanted but couldn't come, we built together a fantastic piece of life, to be remembered forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four movies left below (half an hour in total) tell that story that shoudn't be left untold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the first movie (Prelude) a merging of me and Obelix is shown, supported by the music of Bobby McFerrin (Thinkin about your body), Eels (My beloved Monster) and the soundtrack of the Motionpicture "Amelie". It is the preparation of the party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you enter that fantastic world of joy, and live the party (with all my friends) such as it was still going on (the 3 movies should be seen in sequence). The selected music includes Pink Floyd (&lt;i&gt;Another break in the wall&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/i&gt;), Soundtrack of Reservoir dogs (&lt;i&gt;Hooked on this feeling, &lt;/i&gt;Blue Swede), John Lennon (Imagine) and Dr. Jones and David Bromberg (Such a Night). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of you that were here can re-live those moments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those that couldn´t come, feel somehow compensated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all that didn´t want to come, feel sorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I LOVE YOU ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just have a drink with you, while you see this, and i can ensure that you will be living what happened here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for living with me this fantastic piece of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´ll see you around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13781336&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13781336&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13781336"&gt;The Party - Prelude&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13785699&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13785699&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13785699"&gt;The Party - Wish you were all here&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13786665&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13786665&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13786665"&gt;The Party - Imagine we were right&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13786845&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13786845&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13786845"&gt;The Party - Hooked on this feeling&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E assim chegamos ao fim da melhor aventura da minha vida, que foi este PhD on the Road (ainda publico, um dia destes as estatisticas finais da aventura, para lembrança futura)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Após a dissertação, como tinha anunciado largamente, começou o longo festejo em que pus toda a minha alma, como é o meu costume nas coisas em que me envolvo. Chamei-lhe a 48horas Obelix Party, porque sempre imaginei que o Obelix deveria ter uma outra vida para além da parceria com o Asterix, e por causa das festas que os dois sempre tem no final de cada aventura, com todos os amigos e uma data de paródia. Como eu gosto. Além disso,  ambos carregamos granitos nas nossas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;De forma simples, A festa do Obelix começou oficialmente sexta feira às 21.00 (primeiros convivas a chegar às 20:40) e acabou no domingo às 21:00 depois de uma canja de galinha, um naco de pão e um Guronsan (ultimos convivas a abandonar o "recinto" às 22:30). Uma festa perfeita para acabar uma aventura nomada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;FOI A CEREJINHA NO TOPO DO BOLO, QUIÇÁ MAIS SABOROSA QUE O PRÓPRIO BOLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Mais de 110 pessoas passaram por cá, festejando e construindo uma festa comigo que foi um verdadeiro tributo à amizade e alegria de viver. Todos juntos, a que se juntam todos aqueles que quiseram vir e não puderam (mas telefonaram ou e-mail(aram), levantamos um magnifico "pedaço de vida", que será recordado até à eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Acima, está a história toda contada nos 4 filmes do post de hoje (todos juntos fazem 1/2 hora) que deveriam ser vistos de seguida. No primeiro filme (Prelude) é a preparação da festa e a mistura da minha pessoa com o Obelix, acompanhado pela música de Bobby McFerrin (Thinkin about your body), Eels (My beloved Monster) e a banda sonora de "Amelie". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Depois entra-se na fabulosa festa, com musica dos Pink Floyd (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Another break in the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Wish you were here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;), banda sonora de Reservoir dogs (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Hooked on this feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Blue Swede), John Lennon (Imagine) e Dr. Jones and David Bromberg (Such a Night), para que esta possa ser vista por todos como se ainda estivesse a decorrer (na minha cabeça, decorrerá sempre). Enfim, um cheirinho da vida que todos pensamos um dia, quando fomos idealistas. Será que foi boa coisa deixar de acreditar nisso? Eu ainda acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O meu desejo é que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;todos os que participaram possam reviver esses fantasticos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;todos os que não puderam vir, se sintam recompensados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e aqueles que não quiseram vir, tenham pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;De qualquer dos modos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;EU ADORO-VOS A TODOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Vejam um filme com o "copo" na mão, e asseguro-vos que reviverão os momentos desta festa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Obrigado por este pedaço de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Até sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8309817248961324305?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8309817248961324305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8309817248961324305' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8309817248961324305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8309817248961324305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/08/phd-on-road-obelix-party.html' title='A PhD on the Road - The Obelix Party'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-302182398630581676</id><published>2010-07-21T13:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T15:43:28.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (The Final Act)</title><content type='html'>And finally the big day came, with a lot anxiety and i don´t now what else.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was really a unique opportunity to discuss all the work with my main scientific and professional references that composed the Juri. Everything had an happy end with a big party with all of them in my house. BECAUSE LIFE IS A PARTY, and you have to enjoy it, as much as you can. I learnt that from my uncle Duarte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie down below was presented in the dissertation (i had to make a movie for that moment). See it and tell me if you find it appropriate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13513238&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13513238&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13513238"&gt;A PhD on the Road (Dissertation)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E finalmente lá chegou o dia, após muita ansiedade e irritação e não sei quantas coisas mais. Pus a minha gravatita (coisa rara) e lá me estendi pela apresentação dentro seguida da inevitável discussão. Fantástica oportunidade de poder discutir o assunto com aqueles que são das minhas mais importantes referências profissionais. Uma cerejita em cima do bolo. Para terminar em beleza, vieram todos para minha casa celebrar o momento bem regado com um vinho Alentejano e as tradicionais Amarguinha (em homenagem a mim próprio) e o Limmoncello (em homenagem ao Silvano Marchetti). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A VIDA É UMA FESTA, e há que tirar partido dela. Aprendi isso com o meu titicos Duarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O filme acima, fez parte da minha apresentação (tinha que meter um). Vejam se acham apropriado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-302182398630581676?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/302182398630581676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=302182398630581676' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/302182398630581676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/302182398630581676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/07/phd-on-road-final-act.html' title='A PhD on the Road (The Final Act)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-4372332219600098964</id><published>2010-07-07T22:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T01:22:17.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhD Dissertation'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s my pleasure to announce that in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 20th, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEUP (University of PORTO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i´ll be finalizing this adventure presenting the Dissertation (discussion in english) to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prof. Silvano Marchetti (Universitá di L'Áquila), Prof. Marcos Arroyo (Universitá Politècnica de Catalunya), Prof. Viana da Fonseca and Prof. Matos Fernandes (University of Porto) and Prof. Almeida e Sousa (University of Coimbra)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel honoured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If everything goes alright, there will be a celebration in the week-end after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, in some way feel like coming to one or both events,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please know that it will be my pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medeski, Martin and Woods (Let´s go everywhere) surely were thinking on me when they created this song. Listen to the words and see if you agree. And also, feel it like a suggestion to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13157895&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13157895&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13157895"&gt;Invitation&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com prazer que anuncio que em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 de Julho do corrente ano, pelas 14.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na FEUP (Universidade do Porto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escreve-se o capitulo final desta longa história. A Dissertação (discussão em Inglês) apresentada perante um juri que muito me honra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prof. Silvano Marchetti (Universitá di L'Áquila), Prof. Marcos Arroyo (Universitá Politècnica de Catalunya), Prof. Almeida e Sousa (Universidade de Coimbra) e Prof. Viana da Fonseca e Prof. Matos Fernandes (Universidade do Porto).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo correr bem, no fim de semana consecutivo, haverá motivo para celebração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sentirem vontade de estar presentes em algum desses momentos ou em ambos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saibam que o prazer é todo meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medeski, Martin and Woods (Let´s go everywhere) deviam estar a pensar em mim quando escreveram a letra da musica. Prestem atenção e vejam se concordam. Simultaneamente sintam-nas como uma sugestão para vir até cá&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-4372332219600098964?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/4372332219600098964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=4372332219600098964' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4372332219600098964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/4372332219600098964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/07/phd-on-road-invitation.html' title='A PhD on the Road - Invitation'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-968897827857845994</id><published>2010-07-05T00:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:39:30.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vitor Cunha Gomes'/><title type='text'>Rollin in the river</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Uma música para estar com o vitor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Adeus meu "irmão", let´s rollin on the river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13085592&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=13085592&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/13085592"&gt;So long, my friend&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-968897827857845994?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/968897827857845994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=968897827857845994' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/968897827857845994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/968897827857845994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/07/rollin-in-river.html' title='Rollin in the river'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6232183860240989789</id><published>2010-06-11T11:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:19:02.607+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - The Thesis</title><content type='html'>Granja&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the acumulated experience  on DMT in residual soils after the MSc and the calibration experiment i tried to combine both with harmony and some wisdom, which allowed me to define a specific protocol to be applied in residual soil characterization. At the beggining of this walk, i didn´t know how far i could go and how efficient could be the work i was able to produce. However i always had in mind the wise words of Confucius &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is better to bring light with  candle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;than damn the darkness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously i feel proud, because it was my dream at the beggining, but the main thing i learnt with this PhD work is how little i know on the subject. Lao Tsé said once something that fits perfectly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Accepting our ignorance is an act of wisdom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ignoring it, is to live in illusion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To illustrate this final act i picked up some of the best photos i was able to take in my beloved country, mixed them with the best of my soul (with the help of the always magnificent U2 - &lt;i&gt;No line on the Horizon&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Moment of Surrender&lt;/i&gt;), hoping to transmit you the pleasure i had builing this last part of the thesis and (maybe) get you interested in coming to enjoy it. In anytime. Just let me know and i´ll be pleasured to guide your steps.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12472236&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12472236&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12472236"&gt;The Thesis - The Model (Part D)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); "&gt;A experiência acumulada na caracterização de solos residuais com o ensaio DMT e a experiencia de calibração permitiram-me estabelecer um modelo de caracterização com potencial de utilização nos solos da terra onde nasci (ou outros similares). No inicio deste trajecto, não sabia bem quão longe poderia ir e quão eficiente poderia ser. No entanto, ao longo do percurso fui sempre tendo em mente um principio fundamental de vida que "bebi" do sempre perspicaz Confucio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;É melhor iluminar o caminho com uma vela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;do que amaldiçoar a escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Sinto naturalmente algum orgulho no ponto onde consegui chegar, porque esse era o meu sonho inicial, mas também é verdade que no final deste trabalho aprendi sobretudo o pouco que sei sobre o assunto. Como disse um dia Lao Tsé:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Aceitar a nossa ignorância é um acto de sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Ignorar isso é viver na mais pura ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Para ilustrar o prazer que tenho no trabalho realizado, "saquei" algumas das melhores fotografias que tenho tirado por este belo país a que pertenço e dei-lhe  toda a força da minha alma mais profunda combinada com a alma dos sempre magnificos U2 ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;No line on the Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Moments of Surrender). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Espero que gostem de mais este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6232183860240989789?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6232183860240989789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6232183860240989789' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6232183860240989789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6232183860240989789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/06/phd-on-road-thesis.html' title='A PhD on the Road - The Thesis'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8984758652837176567</id><published>2010-05-31T11:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:25:42.818+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Bull Air Race'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (The Thesis)</title><content type='html'>Granja&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The work performed along 15 years gave raise to a calibration experiment needed to validate all the conclusions taken from the field work, and at the same time it was a validation of what i had decided to do with my professional life. I lived it following the words that Susan Arrit once said in her Living Earth Book of Deserts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the deserts, that which seems eternal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may change overnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that is less expected &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is always a possibility&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always considered that life is to be lived with audacy, passion an that we shouldn´t never hide or runway from what life offers. There are good moments and bad moments, but we have to live them through. Many people, along the way, considered that i was naif, that i wouldn´t go anywhere, that my dreams were just dreams and that dreams are too dangerous to be followed (just something to say, not to do). I never understood that. How could someone says that something is unfeasible, before even try. Fortunatly, my father had taught me something that i sincerly believe. The most precious things in  man life is the ability of thinking by your own brain (plus the heart, i should say) and the freedom to conquer whatever those two main organs of your body tell you.  So, i just ignored the comments coming from externals and kept going towards to my dream. Now, after this step, i know that i´ll keep on moving this way. That was my experience, and i think i have the responsability of telling so to those that are in their begginning, as well as always support them to go after their dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily Allen is a fnatastic singer, very beautiful, very sweet and yet very accurate in what he says in her lyrics. I love that spirit. Looking for the perfect song for this diaporama i found two musics that have everything to do to what i´ve just said. &lt;i&gt;Not fair&lt;/i&gt; is related with audacy and passion that should be demanded for everyone's life. &lt;i&gt;F... you &lt;/i&gt;is the perfect way of saying "Forget about what they say and keep on going to your dreams", because it says what have to be said but with no anger (if you are angry, you cannot be clever and you always suffer more than you should). Do you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures in the diaporama are related with Red Bull Air Race in Porto, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Post-post: This month (May) i´ve been noticing a friend (or a group of them) from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana, arial, helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Gorakhpur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;India, that has visited this crazy blog almost everyday, followed by some other places in the same country. I don´t if it is someone i know, or just someone that jumped in this think and got stucked. Anyway, i´d like to say that i hope you are enjoying it. And if it is not asking to much, i´d love to know who you are. All the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12170447&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12170447&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12170447"&gt;The Thesis - The Experiment (Part C)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Como disse no post anterior o trabalho de tese começou do zero, cresceu e deu à luz a necessidade de uma calibração experimental para validar todas as conclusões do trabalho de campo. Ao mesmo tempo, valida também o percurso que adoptei para a minha vida profissional. Fiz tudo isso segundo um principio que li (Susan Arrit) no Living Earth Book of Deserts, que achei mesmo adequado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;No Deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Tudo o que parece eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;pode mudar numa noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e tudo o que é menos esperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;é sempre uma possibilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Sempre considerei que a vida se deve fazer com ousadia e paixão e que nunca devemos virar as costas ao que ela nos oferece, seja o bom ou seja o mau. Muita gente passou por mim considerando-me ingénuo, que os sonhos não passam disso mesmo, que não são para perseguir, só para ter na cabeça. Nunca entendi isso muito bem. Como pode alguém dizer que alguma coisa é impraticável antes de tentar. Felizmente para mim, o meu pai encasquetou-me que a coisa mais importante na vida de um homem (e eu sempre acreditei nisso) é a sua capacidade para pensar pela sua própria cabeça (a que eu acrescento o coração) e a liberdade para fazer o que ambos sugerirem. Hoje sei que vou continuar a fazê-lo, como o fiz até aqui. E essa é a experiência de vida que tenho a responsabilidade de passar a quem vem mais atrás no percurso, bem como apoiar sempre quem tiver a capacidade de sonhar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Lily Allen é uma belissima cantora que aprecio particularmente pela capacidade que tem de dizer com doçura e beleza as coisas mais duras. Acredito que a raiva só "stressa" quem a vive, não o destinatário. Decidi-me por isso por duas das suas músicas (Not Fair e F... you) que tem tudo que ver com o que disse no paragrafo anterior. A primeira com a audácia e a paixão que deve existir na vida das pessoas. A segunda porque serve para transmitir a mensagem "Esqueçam o que os outros dizem. Façam aquilo em que acreditam" com um espirito cool, sem raiva, zanga ou azedume. É assim que sinto a "coisa".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;As fotos no diaporama forma tiradas na Red Bull Air Race (Porto, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8984758652837176567?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8984758652837176567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8984758652837176567' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8984758652837176567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8984758652837176567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/05/thesis-experiment-part-c.html' title='A PhD on the Road (The Thesis)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6428047357314381927</id><published>2010-05-20T18:44:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:27:13.566+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (The Thesis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This post is fully dedicated to my friend Mendes da Silva, who left us today. So long, my friend, i will miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left Coimbra to start a life on my own, after some lasting days filled with alcohol and tears, with my soul full of emotion and a lot of music. Iwas ready to start a new life believing pretty much in living by dreams. I had conquered a good "data base", but with no practice at all, with a lot of dreams to really achieve something useful for the geotechnical society. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I begun this life in Porto, the city where i was born 28 years before, with a new tool in hands (the DMT) trying to apply it to the residual soil characterization, starting from ground zero with a lifetime companion that still walk with me nowadays. António Viana da Fonseca (my supervisor in this thesis). And so,  i started walking with some goals in mind, but soon realizing that it is a minor thought. In fact, it is much better to look into the distant horizon, leaving and tasting one day at a time and defining the path in each step. Wise decision, i should say with modesty, because it was that thought that brought me to where i am today, and that will guide my footsteps to an unknown destination towards the end of my days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Following that old Confucius saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i hear, i forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i see, i remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i do, i learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i built a experimental data base to study and apply DMT to these non text-book materials (residual soils) that compose Porto Geological enviroment, walking along with Jazz in my soul, bringing intuiton and harmony to this task. And so, the movie of this post mean to show the scenary of old Porto (hoping to cativate your soul to come to Thesis presentation and for the big party that will be following), with Kate Souza and the fantastic James Brown (from soundtrack of the inspiring Blues Brothers). Sorry, the english of today (which is not so good) but i am in some (stomach) pain, and the brain doesn´t concentrate as usual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11767219&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11767219&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11767219"&gt;The Thesis - The Residual Ground (Part B)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O post de hoje é inteiramente dedicado ao meu amigo Mendes da Silva, que hoje nos deixou. Até sempre amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Saí de Coimbra rumo à vida, após uns dias finais muito regados tanto pelo alcool como pela lágrima, com a alma cheia de uma vida intensa de emoções e muita música. Estava preparado para começar nova vida acreditando muito na capacidade de viver de sonhos. Tinha uma base séria de conhecimentos (a que depois acrescentei um mestrado feito na mesma universidade), zero de pratica e muito sonho de evoluir e fazer alguma coisa de verdadeiramente útil. Caí no Porto, a minha cidade natal, com um equipamento novo nas mãos (o DMT) e ataquei com denodo a sua aplicação aos solos residuais, começando do zero com um parceiro de caminhada que ainda hoje dura. O António Viana da Fonseca (meu orientador na presente tese). Fixei o horizonte longinquo e iniciei a caminhada, primeiro estabelecendo algumas metas, mas depressa percebendo que por mais que as atingisse havia sempre um horizonte lá ao fundo. Aprendi assim que a meta imediata é muito redutora e que é muito mais saboroso encarar o horizonte longinquo,  vivendo e saboreando um dia de cada vez e decidindo o caminho a cada passo. Sábia decisão, diria eu com modestia, porque foi ela que me trouxe até aqui, e que até ao fim dos meus dias me levará não sei aonde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Seguindo o velho dito Confuciano:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O que ouço, eu esqueço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O que vejo, eu lembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O que eu faço, eu aprendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;construi uma base experimental para estudar e aplicar o DMT a estes solos (residuais) tão particulares. Habituado que vinha de Coimbra a juntar a música há vida, fiz tudo isto a um ritmo de Jazz, pela semelhança de processos: Intuitivo e com harmonia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Marco por isso, a Parte B da minha tese dedicada a esta caminhada tão saborosa com uma volta pelo Porto ao ritmo da Kate Souza e do James Brown (da banda sonora desse fantástico filme dos Blues Brothers), esperando cativar-vos a todos para virem à defesa da tese e sobretudo à imensa festa que se seguirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6428047357314381927?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6428047357314381927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6428047357314381927' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6428047357314381927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6428047357314381927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-left-coimbra-to-start-life-on-my-own.html' title='A PhD on the Road (The Thesis)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7077837167422109803</id><published>2010-05-08T15:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:41:40.433+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estudantina universitária de Coimbra'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (The Thesis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The thesis i´ve just delivered is divided in 4 parts (A, B, C, D), respectively designated by: Background, The Residual Ground, The Experiment and the Model. This and the following 3 posts will tell that story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part A - Background (A perspective of soil and rock mechanical evolution throughout weathering and the basics of In-situ testing) can be described by the wise words of our Alvaro de Campos (Fernando Pessoa heteronimous) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only what we dream means what we really are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since everything we achieve &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belongs to the world and to everybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left home with 18 years old, going down south to Coimbra to study in the University. I had the mind full of contradictions with the education given by my parents, and the naif ideas i had gave birth. It was the perfect time and the perfect town to go in that stage of my life. Start living on my own, with some difficulties but, at the same time, with a lot of creativity and convictions that i wanted to put in practice. 6 fabulastic years, full of emotions, love, ideals, played along with the music of Estudantina Universitária de Coimbra, a student music group i had the chance to belong (playing the portuguese guitar that was offered me by my father and using the old student clothing offered me by my grand father) from its early beginning until the edition of its first CD with originals. That was the time when i learnt that it was possible to live upon our dreams, being this the true background that fed this PhD work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie down below tells that story with our (student) words in two originals of Estudantina revealing how difficult it is to study in a town so full of life (Afonso) and the "Saudade" that always take place when that time reaches the end (Nostalgia). Consider this as a Serenade to all of you, exactly as those we played so many times for beautiful girls under the moon light. Hope you like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11576799&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11576799&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11576799"&gt;The Thesis - Background (Part A)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;A tese que acabei de entregar está dividida em 4 partes (A, B, C, D), respectivamente entituladas : Background, The Residual Ground, The Experiment and the Model. Este e os próximos 3 posts ilustram esse trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Part A - Background (Uma perspectiva da evolução do comportamento mecânico de solos e rochas com o grau de alteração dos maciços e as bases para empreender uma caracterização in-situ eficaz), pode contar-se partindo das sábias palavras de Alvaro de Campos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Só aquilo que sonhamos é aquilo que realmente somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Já aquilo que fizemos pertence ao mundo e a toda a gente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Sai de casa com 18 anos, a caminho de Coimbra para fazer o meu percurso universitário, com a cabeça cheia de contradições entre as coisas herdadas pela educação que os meus pais me deram e aquilo em que começava a acreditar. Foi um tempo e uma cidade perfeitos para pôr a minha vida a correr. (Quase) 6 anos fantásticos carregados de emoções, amores, ideais acompanhados pela musica encantadora e romantica da Estudantina Universitária de Coimbra, uma tuna académica a que me orgulho de ter pertencido praticamente desde o seu inicio até à gravação do primeiro disco de originais (altura em que parti de Coimbra para arrancar para outra vida). Assim vivi 3-4 anos tocando a guitarra que o meu pai me tinha oferecido e vestindo o traje do meu avô (que por lá tinha igualmente passado) oferecido num acto de amor da minha avô Guida.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Acima de tudo, esse foi o tempo onde aprendi a sonhar e a saber que é possível viver de sonhos, com sucesso. É assim que vivo a minha vida desde então, e foi assim que fiz este doutoramento. Sonhando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O filme que apresento abaixo conta a perigosa e fantastica aventura do estudante em Coimbra (Afonso) e a saudade que nos inunda quando tudo chega ao fim (Nostalgia), através das palavras e musica (originais) da Estudantina. Considerem esta uma Serenata dedicada a todos vocês, igual a tantas outras que fizemos a belas mulheres sob a luz do luar. Espero que gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e Abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7077837167422109803?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7077837167422109803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7077837167422109803' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7077837167422109803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7077837167422109803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/05/phd-on-road-thesis.html' title='A PhD on the Road (The Thesis)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6964101184279253399</id><published>2010-05-01T17:34:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T23:47:56.066+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Aknowledgments)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt 70.9pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;Granja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;UUUUUUUUUFFFFFFF. What a relief. Finally i finished the document and this trip moves towards the end&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;. I just gave birth last wednesday, leaving it in the university for their judgment, naturally hoping to have success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;In this kind of work the glory stays for the man who speaks, but behind him, a lot of people gave their best for the hard work that had to be performed. Those are the workers of the success that always remains in the shadow. I really don´t want that to happen this time. I do believe that is much better for your heart and for your mind, to share in brotherhood with all those that walked along with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;So this is a tribute to all of you with the words (pay attention to the them) anf the fantastic music of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DISPLAY: inline! important; MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Muse (Uprising)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DISPLAY: inline! important; MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;UUUUUUUUUFFFFFFF. Que aliiiiiviiio. Finalmente "fechei" o PhD empurrando esta história em direcção ao seu final. Acabei de deixar a tese (na quarta feira passada) na FEUP para sua Douta avaliação, esperando natutralmente ter sucesso nesta empreitada. Neste tipo de trabalho habitualmente o sucesso fica com a pessoa que o anuncia (apresenta). Mas atrás desse existe todo um conjunto de pessoas que penou para levar a bom porto o trabalho, sempre na sombra do sucesso. Eu cá acredito que sabe muito melhor poder partilhar com toda a gente que de algum modo participou nesta caminhada, dando o seu melhor. Espero mesmo é não os desiludir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Aqui vai, por isso um tributo meu para eles todos usando as palavras (prestem atenção à letra) e a fantástica musica dos Muse (Uprising)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DISPLAY: inline! important; MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="font-family:';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11380601&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=11380601&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11380601"&gt;A PhD on the Road - Delivering the Manuscript&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Aknowledging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="DISPLAY: inline! important; MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;(as in the original document) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This work became possible only because there was always someone ready to walk along with me, to point out horizons to look into, to fill my soul with hope and joy and to always make me smile with my “stumbles and falls”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;A big smile, a big kiss&amp;amp; big hug to the team mates that directl and greatly contribute to this work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;This work is the work we were able to do together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;OUR work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;By order of appearance: José Manuel Carvalho, Fernando Gomes, Antonio Viana da Fonseca, Sonia Figueiredo, Eduardo Neves, Jorge Saraiva Cruz, Jorge Ribeiro, Cárin Mateus, Ricardo Rocha, João Branco, Patrícia Vieira, Mike Lopes, David Felizardo, my Bro. Manuel Cruz, Carlos Rodrigues, Manuel Gairrão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Fernando Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; and the “rookies” Luis Machado and Sofia Vaz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Also, i would like to express my deepest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;thanks …&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;…to Silvia, Migo, Kika e Licas, for letting me be as i am and for the amazing family that we are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You’ll never walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;. I hope you can feel proud of me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my father, who put Tibet and freedom in my soul, a long time ago, my mother for teaching me the word “Love”, my brothers for the brotherhood and the incredible and immense Bravos family to whom i´m proud to belong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my uncle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Duarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; for the ideals and the balance i have learnt from him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my supervisors…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;António Viana da Fonseca, a long cruise partner in Science &amp;amp; Travelling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;since the first hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;for the fantastic adventures we have lived together,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Fernando Rocha, for his belief in all this,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and Carlos Rodrigues with whom i have learnt so many things, so impossible to describe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;the huge friendship this work has offered me. A miracle, to have you and Manuel on the same side of the road. I´d love to climb another Volcano with you, my friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To Silvano Marchetti, who invented a fantastic tool&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my “Guru” Almeida e Sousa and to Manuel Alves Ribeiro for teaching me how to think like an engineer and for the kick-off of this Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my “twin” Jorge Cruz that always made possible the dream to go on, bearing the same bearing I had to bear, and even making my mistakes useful. Great partnership,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;my friend, let´s make it last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my sweet and courageous Cárin, that stood up for me and covered my weaknesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;and also to the smiley Patrícia by the light she brought in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To my bright geophysical partner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Fernando Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to my dearest “Cluster” by their love, permanent support and a lot of things more that cannot be expressed by words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;You bring balance to my life: Cristina, João, Claudia e Vitor (Cunhas Gomes), Silvio Marroquin, Vitor Az, Vitor Drejo, Angel Oramas, Raquel Pina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to João Bustorff, for feeding my dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to “Giros” and “Costas”, for a life time friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt; TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to Silvano and Diego Marchetti and the precious Paola Monaco, to my Brazilian brothers Fernando Schnaid, Roberto Coutinho, Eduardo Marques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to the Gang of 4, John Powell, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Marcelo Devincenzi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, Tom Lunne, to the Geomusicians Paul Mayne, Martin Fahey, John Mitchell with whom i had the pleasure of mixing Science &amp;amp; Art,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to Roger Failzmeger and Mike Long, to all the “Knights of the Blade”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;for your friendship and confidence in my skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I sincerely hope i haven’t disappointed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to Fernando Gonçalves, for believing in my engineering efficiency since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;the early beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;to Vieira Simões by opening a decisive door in a dead end, and to Pedro Januario by the friendship and respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;offered me in the dark.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To my mates from Aveiro, Coimbra and Porto Universities, where i have learnt teaching and taught learning: Fernando Rocha, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Fernando Almeida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;, Jorge Medina, Eduardo Silva, Luis Lemos, Paulo Pinto, Jorge Almeida e Sousa, Sara Rios, António Topa Gomes, Cristiana Ferreira,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To Sandra Andrade, Maria José, Miguel Meireles, Francisco Silva, Fernando Paiva, Denise Silva, Leonel Conde, Maria do Carmo Pinto, Luís Póvoas and the whole drilling team,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;for their permanent and indestructible support &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;in CICCOPN and in MOTA-ENGIL.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;To all those that walked with me in”A PhD on the Road”, transforming a huge task in a fantastic adventure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;And finally to all those i forgot in these lines that shouldn´t be forgotten (it always happens).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Tibetan say…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;There is no way to happiness, Happiness is the way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;YOU all have made happy my way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 12pt 0cm 6pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Thanks so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11380601"&gt;A PhD on the Road - Delivering the Manuscript&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6964101184279253399?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6964101184279253399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6964101184279253399' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6964101184279253399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6964101184279253399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/05/phd-on-road-aknowledgments.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Aknowledgments)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6609333583444378374</id><published>2010-04-06T01:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T08:54:20.282+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alvarenga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><title type='text'>When i´m desperate, i go talk to my granites</title><content type='html'>Alvarenga&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I´m desperate. Really desperate. It doesn´t matter why, because life is to smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when i´m desperate, i just go and listen to my granites. ' You think is impossible? It is not. It is a matter of paying attention. Listen to the conversation we had together narrated by the oldies Creedence Clearwater Revival (Have you ever seen the rain... coming down on sunny days) and the young ColdPlay (Fix you and Swallowed in the sea)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10706511&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10706511&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10706511"&gt;A Place to Think Anything Over&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Estou no desespero mais profundo. Não interessa falar no porquê, porque a vida dá-se ao sorriso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E quando estou desesperado vou falar com os meus granitos. Pensam que sou tolo?. Sou não. É uma questão de atenção. Escutem a conversa que tive com eles narrada pelos velhinhos Creedence Clearwater Revival (Have you ever seen the rain... coming down on sunny days) e pelos "novinhos" ColdPlay (Fix you e Swallowed in the sea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6609333583444378374?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6609333583444378374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6609333583444378374' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6609333583444378374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6609333583444378374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-im-desperate-i-just-talk-to-my.html' title='When i´m desperate, i go talk to my granites'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1016148992823516612</id><published>2010-03-20T14:11:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:51:12.672Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - Missing you</title><content type='html'>Granja&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing that you take after travelling is not in the monuments you have seen, the museums you've been or the landscapes you have fitted in. These just create the background. Really, the best thing you take in your heart &amp;amp; soul is the people you crossed with that  make your world wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the tangible purety and sense of balance of the tibeteans and sinhalese and buddists in general&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the wisdom of chinese or the sense of nature of the indians&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the africans for the their music from the soul and for ignoring time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the Brazilian and Cubans for their permanent joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Americans for their courage &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and europeans for my birthplace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love all those friends that i made in every place i stayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you all very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The PhD? on the hands of supervisors to really close the thing. I need your hands for this last walk. Too much anxiety and too less capacity)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs with the voices of Israel Kamakawiwo'ole and Eva Cassidy &amp;amp; Katie Melua together with the fantastic Louis Armstrong &amp;amp; his wonderful world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10305088&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=10305088&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/10305088"&gt;A PhD on the Road - What a wonderful world (www)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A melhor coisa que podemos trazer de uma viagem não são os monumentos que vimos, os museus que percorremos ou as magnificas paisagens que "bebemos". Isso apenas contribui para o cenário, porque o melhor de tudo, o que trazemos no coração e na alma, são as pessoas com que cruzamos e que fazem maravilhoso o nosso mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Adoro os tibetanos, os singaleses, os budistas em geral, pela sua pureza e sentido de equilibrio tão tangiveis e tão reconfortantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Adoro os indios pelo seu sentido da natureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e os chineses pela sua infinita sabedoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e os africanos pela musica que tem dentro de si e pela capacidade de ignorarem o tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e os brasileiros e os cubanos pela sua permanente alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e os americanos pela sua coragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e os europeus pelo berço onde nasci  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;e todos os amigos que fiz em cada sitio que parei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Adoro-vos a todos. Tenho montes de saudades vossas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;(O doutoramento? Nas mãos dos orientadores para fechar de vez o trabalho. Confortem-me, apoiem-me, que a ansiedade é muita e a capacidade já muito pouca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços com as vozes de Israel Kamakawiwo'ole e Eva Cassidy &amp;amp; Katie Melua em conjunto com o fabuloso Louis Armstrong e o seu wonderful world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1016148992823516612?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1016148992823516612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1016148992823516612' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1016148992823516612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1016148992823516612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/03/phd-on-road-missing-you.html' title='A PhD on the Road - Missing you'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1398025346322258855</id><published>2010-01-23T15:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T18:20:33.123Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - Statistics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I´m an Engineer and so i shoot numbers on everything that moves. Its instintictive, Faster than my own shadow. Thus here i am to present you the numbers of this adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This PhD on the Road was not created only for fun, but to bring fun and emotions to a  hard working job, as well as imagination to found new ideas in the course of data comprehension. The PhD i´m about to finish was guided by the adventure you could follow, marking its rythm, giving new ideas and, above all, bringing emotions to the rational work. In summary, it made possible an important creative sense, and transformed one of the most difficult times of my life in a beautiful "promenade".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The double adventure took exactly 14 months, from November 15th (2008), in a beautiful saturday when i published the first post and open a file named "thesis script",  to January 15th (2010) when i put an end on it. In the beetween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- at least a post once a week, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 64 published movies and posts (in english and portuguese languages), 61 produced by myself and 2 by Patricia Vieira and 1 by my dear uncle Duarte Bravo de Faria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 12 countries visited along with small stories lived there, namely Morocco (Tuareg), Mozambique &amp;amp; South Africa (In the Track of Livingstone), Sri Lanka (A Love Story), Tibete (Seven weeks in Tibete), China (A Tea from China), Taiwan (Making Possible the Impossible), Brazil (Uma História de Peão), Guatemala (Rings of Fire), México (The Beauty of the Unexpected), Cuba (Cuba Libre) United States (An Italian King and the Knights of the Blade), United Kingdom (Learning with Youth) and back in Portugal (Small Things are always Great and Blowin in the Wind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Apart from these above, 5 technical movies were also produced dealing with thesis theme and also teaching and tutoring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The whole 12 chapters of the final document, which were developed in four steps that went along with each continental track followed during the adventure. Africa for Background (Part A of the thesis), Asia for Playground (Part B), America for Experience (Part C) and Europe  for the Model (Part D). Perfect combination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A fantastic time with talented team mates &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The rest of the numbers can be seen in the attached movie    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8928923&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8928923&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8928923"&gt;A PhD on the Road - Statistics&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1398025346322258855?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1398025346322258855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1398025346322258855' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1398025346322258855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1398025346322258855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/01/phd-on-road-statistics.html' title='A PhD on the Road - Statistics'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-5035875868663199657</id><published>2010-01-15T23:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:49:33.801Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Orizaba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - Epilogue</title><content type='html'>And so, this is the end of adventure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( I would love, if you could leave a last message, like the honour book in any exhibition. You can leave it as a comment in the post, or send me a message to my e-mail. It is a way of knowing you and have you in my heart for the eternity)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brain work is finished, waiting now for the supervisors advises, and a lot of bohring format work to do with nothing special to tell. I´ll come up later on informing you (with a movie of course) about the official delivering and settled dates. And after, when the dissertation is officially finished, i´ll invite you all for a 2-days-and-a-half party in my flat. Those of you, my friends, that need a place to stay during that time, call me up and i´ll have the pleasure of inviting you to stay with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so this is the end of this double journey around the world and around the mind. Time for balance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One week after i climbed Pacaia, i was in México with another fantastic possibility of climbing another Volcano. Orizaba, 5630m. I had just hit the top of the world with that magnificent Magma Bath, and i didn´t had a faintest ideia of what was to come. It seemed to me a normal task, after Pacaia. The fantastic Daniel Pinto step up with me and so, we left  to Cofre Perote (4000m) to watch the sunset and for a training of altitude, altough you get there by car. No matter, it was a fantastic moment to be there, since it was the highest point i had been. And the sunset, you may feel it in the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next day, sunday, the lucky one here with Daniel, Gina and his "milu",  left early in the morning to catch Orizaba, through the magnific vulcanic scenary of that part of México. As i was approaching i felt an increasing joy of, somehow coming back to my childhood when i first started climbing and loving the mountains. And suddenly i was evolved by the sound of the best band from my youth, the great Pink Floyd which made me float up the base camp (Breath and Time, from the fantastic Dark Side of the Moon). After a stop to buy some goods, we drove along until the base camp at 4200m. Truly breathless. The mountains, the snow, all those climbers coming and going, the ropes, the material, that pure air, the sky above... and i saw my father there, the man who taught me all this. I was impeled to move up, but "he said" to me, as i heard it repeated for so many times: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First fear the mountain, then conquered it. And above all, always respect her or it will kill you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was right, once more. I was not prepared for snow and for a late climb up. So i moved further up to face it once more and to beat my own record (4250m), looked up once more, and whispered to them (father &amp;amp; peak) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I´ll come back, i promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming like an angel, Adele blown "make you feel my love" to my ear, making those moments in the mountain SUBLIME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is exactly what i think about the after end of the PhD, such as i was told by my good friend Carlos Rodrigues, a lesson for life: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THERE IS ALWAYS ANOTHER VOLCANO TO CLIMB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for being my companions in this trip. Without you i would never had come to this end. Thank you very very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We´ll keep seeing each other along the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8767994&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8767994&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8767994"&gt;Rings of Fire - There is always another Volcano&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E assim a aventura chega ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;(Adoraria que deixassem um ultimo comentário, no post ou enviando por e-mail. É uma forma de saber quem andou por aí e de guardar todos no meu coração, para a eternidade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O trabalho que eu tinha para espremer está espremido, esperando agora o conselho dos meus oreintadores e uma série de trabalho de seca para esfolar o rabo sem nada de interessante para contar. Voltarei com um convite quando fizer a entrega oficial e a informar da data da discussão. Depois, após a defesa, convido todos par uma-festa-de-dois-dia-e-maio no meu espaço. Aqueles que precisarem de alojamento, é só dizer. Gostaria de ter todos por cá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E assim chega ao fim esta dupla jornada em torno do mundo e da mente. Tempo de balanço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Uma semana após a escalada do Pacaia, eis que estava eu no México com outra fantasmagórica possibilidade de subir outro vulcão. O Orizaba (5630m). Eu acabara de chegar ao topo do mundo com a subida do Pacaia e esse fabuloso banho de lava, que nem imaginei o que se iria passar. Era uma cena boa de fazer, mas não tão empolgante. Engano meu. O fantástico Daniel Pinto acertou o passo com o meu e assim fomos ver um pôr do sol e ambientar à altitude ao alto do Cofre de Perote, com 4000m de altitude, embora atingiveis de carro. Mesmo assim, na altura batia um record de altitude, sob um ambiente unico, que podem ver no filme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;No dia seguinte, domingo, aqui o felizardo mais o Daniel e a Gina, mais o milu do Daniel, abalamos cedo em direcção ao Orizaba através de um território tipicamente vulcânico desta zona do México. A adrenalina cresceu com o aproximar da montanha gigantesca, transportando-me de volta à minha infância quando aprendi a amar a montanha e a escalada. E de repente ali estava eu, envolvido pela musica dessa banda da minha juventude, fabulosa: Pink Floyd (Breath e Time), que me acompanhou na paisagem até ao campo de base a 4200m, após uma paragem para abastecer no sopé do "bicho". Campo de base. Verdadeiramente de cortar a respiração. As montanhas, a neve, os alpinistas indo e vindo, o equipamento, cordas, mosquetons, pitons, estribos, esse ar puro inesgotável, o céu acima... e de repente vi o homem que me ensinou tudo isso. O meu Pai. Senti-me impelido a subir, mas ele fez-me parar dizendo aquilo que eu tantas vizas ouvira da boca dele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Primeiro teme a montanha. Depois conquista-a. Mas acima de tudo respeita-a ou ela mata-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Estava certo como sempre. Eu não estava preparado apara a neve, nem para aquele tipo de terreno, nem para uma subida tardia e uma descida ao anoitecer. Assim, subi um pouco mais, qualquer coisa como 4250 - 4300m, olhei para cima e murmurei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Voltarei para ir aí acima, está prometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Como um anjo, a Adele soprou ao meu ouvido "make you feel my love", tornando sublime esse momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E é isto mesmo que penso fazer a seguir, tal como aprendi com o meu inestimável amigo Carlos Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Há sempre outro Vulcão para subir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Obrigado por serem meus companheiros nesta jornada. Sem vocês, nada disto teria chegado a este fim. Mutio, muito obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Estou certo que iremos cruzando caminhos na nossa jornada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Até sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-5035875868663199657?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/5035875868663199657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=5035875868663199657' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5035875868663199657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5035875868663199657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/01/phd-on-road-epilogue_15.html' title='A PhD on the Road - Epilogue'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6634940440766672834</id><published>2010-01-11T00:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:13:40.120Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - Epilogue</title><content type='html'>Pico, A Volcano in the Water &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a Water Volcano, nothing is better than than a Volcano in the Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would be of a Peak, if there wasn´t any base to sustain it?  It is in the base that life goes. It is the base that makes it beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pico is one of the 7 islands that live in the most peculiar place of the planet, located in the portuguese territory. A triangular micro-plate (Azores microplate) that is in the junction of 3 giant plates: American, African and Europoean. Somehow i had the chance of working for my friends (a lot of them) of territory planning, giving them an idea of the result of another important force of nature, besides the Volcanoes: The power of the oceans. In Azores, one may have an idea of this two powers working together. One (Volcanoes) constructing new land, another (the oceans) dismantling it by erosion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, i call Rodrigo leão, Ana Vieira, Ana Carolina, João Pedro Diniz e Stuart Staples, with those fantastic sounds of S&lt;i&gt;olitude, A Corda&lt;/i&gt; (The rope) and &lt;i&gt;This Light holds so many colours. &lt;/i&gt;I think it is perfect for the journey around island base. Enjoy it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PhD? I've just finished my reading of the document. Waiting for the opinion of my dear supervisors to end up this adventure (and start another one, naturally). It is really almost done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8637570&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8637570&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8637570"&gt;Rings of Fire - A Volcano in the Water&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Pico, um vulcão na água&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Depois do Vulcão da àgua, nada como um Vulcão na Água. Um vulcão tem um poder e uma força imensos, mas quando entalado no meio de um Oceano, a esse poder junta-se um outro igualmente poderoso e incrivel. O Poder dos oceanos. O primeiro (Vulcões) constroi uma nova Terra, enquanto o segundo a desmantela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O Vulcão do Pico encontra-se numa das 7 ilhas Portuguesas que vivem no mais peculiar dos ambientes do planeta. A micro-placa dos Açores, que corresponde a um pequeno triangulo charneira entre as 3 placas tectónicas Americana, Europeia e Africana. Sempre que uma deles mexe o Arquipelago sente. Tenho a sorte de o ter explorado com os meus amigos da Quaternaire, para lhes dar um enquadramento do equilibrio das falésias costeiras, vivendo este encontro de titãs da natureza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;O que será do Pico (como de qualquer outro vulcão) se não tiver uma base sustentável? Porque é na base que a vida corre. Lá em cima não vive ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Uma vez mais, porque é mar e porque é o meu Portugal, "chamei" o Rodrigo Leão, a Ana Vieira, a Ana Carolina, o João Pedro Diniz e o Stuart Staples, com os magnificos sons de S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;olitude, A Corda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;This Light holds so many colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Penso que é perfeito para esta jornada em torno da base do Pico. Divirtam-se comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;PhD? - Terminei a minha leitura e respectivas correções. Aguardo os comentários dos meus queridos orientadores para fechar de vez esta aventura (e começar outra, naturalmente). Está mesmo quase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6634940440766672834?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6634940440766672834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6634940440766672834' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6634940440766672834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6634940440766672834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/01/phd-on-road-epilogue.html' title='A PhD on the Road - Epilogue'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1662724250068887442</id><published>2010-01-05T18:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:09:40.602Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water Volcanonuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guatemala'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Epilogue)</title><content type='html'>Volcán da Água or Hunapú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The water Volcano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic sight of lava extrusing made me remember the people that lives around. The Antigua Guatemala, where i stayed, is placed under some volcanoes and its history is marked by a very strange one. The Water Volcano owes his name to an extrusion of water instead of fire. In fact, in a rainy period the water stored in the crater create an overload and a destructive flood water and mud destroyed the old capital for the first time in 1541.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many beautiful stories were cut at the time, and maybe for so many others it was a bless. And again, so many lifes started from there. Because there is always a bright side in each dark situation. It is a matter of noticing it. A new capital was born from the mud, but then it would be destroyed again in XVIII century in a sequence of an earthquacke. Then, Guatemalans moved their capital to the actual Guatemala city, but the old city re-birth once again to that beautiful and charming town you can see in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about travelling is that you bite a bit of each culture, keeping your mind very much opened. At least i do. And there is one where i feel floating into, which is the indian culture. And that was the first time i was among them. So, both volcanoes and indians together, made up a fantastic explosion of emotions. It was a pitty i had Eduardo for company (Ah! Ah!, Ah!). Seriously, feel the thing through the music of dearest "hear" friend, Oliver Shanti and its Medecine Power. Let the music invade you, bringing you to inside the images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PhD? Last reading, first half. Then... Supervisors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8556568&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8556568&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8556568"&gt;Rings of Fire - The Water Volcano&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;O Vulcão da Água&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fantástica visão da lava extruindo fez-me lembrar a gente que vive por debaixo dele. Antigua Guatemala, onde fiquei instalado, é um local rodeado de vulcões e tem a história marcada por um em especial. O Vulcão da Água deve o seu nome a uma acumulação excessiva de água na caldeira, a qual rebentou com as paredes e despenhou-se desde os 3750m de altura, inundando a então capital da Guatemala, em 1541.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta história bonita terminou nesse dia, e talvez tanta outra se tornou numa benção. E tanta ainda que começou no dia seguinte. Porque à sempre um lado bom para procurar nas más situações. É só uma questão de estar atento. Uma nova capital nasceu de novo da lama, que seria novamente destruida por um terramoto. Aí a capital mudou de sitio, mas a cidade renasceu de novo, tornando-se bela novamente, como podem ver no filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boa coisa de ser nómada é que vamos dando umas dentadas na cultura dos outros bebendo o que nos souber melhor e mantendo uma agradável abertura de espirito. Comigo, pelo menos funciona. E há uma cultura em que eu flutuo particulramente, a dos indios, sobretudo pelo seu equilibrio com a natureza. Esta foi a primeira vez que me vi no seu território no meio deles. Isso mais a subida ao Pacaia deu no estrondosa explosão de sentidos e sentimentos. Só foi pena ter por companhia...o Eduardo Neves (Ah!, Ah!, Ah). Brincando, brincando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sintam o momento com a musica do meu amigo de ouvido, Oliver Shanti, e o seu Medecine Power. A sério. Deixem-se invadir pela força da sua música que ela transporta-vos para dentro das imagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PhD? Last reading, primeira metade. Depois...Orientadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1662724250068887442?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1662724250068887442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1662724250068887442' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1662724250068887442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1662724250068887442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2010/01/volcan-da-agua-or-hunapu-water-volcano.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Epilogue)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-5099075096839514332</id><published>2009-12-28T13:09:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:17:33.391Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacaia Volcano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a tour around the world'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road - Epilogue</title><content type='html'>I'm just leaving a draft version on supervisors hands, and so the adventure is coming to an end. I hate to finish things in a hurry, and so i prepared a epilogue section to be saying good-bye. Symbolicly i choose a pack of my life related with climbing volcanoes. I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pacaia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the main adventure i just had the chance of dropping by in Guatemala (just before Mexico) where i met Eduardo Neves, for a conference on lime treatments where we had a paper to present together. We were real partners then, not only because of the paper, but because we were both togehter finishing research works (i´m supervisor on his) and together we found a fantastic adventure to follow: Climbing the Pacaia, an active Volcano with 2500m. For both of us it was a first time, and as you know first times are never forgotten. I promised Eduardo i would publish the images of it only after he had defended the final work. That happened last week. A work together, departing from ground zero, and in 3 years a deep study and a clear understanding of lime-soil treatment is achieved. Fantastic work, 3 papers published and adventure together. The last MSc of pre-Bologna was this one, and so Eduardo is a kind of last of Mohicans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes. Climbing mountains was something that came up with my father. Climbing Volcanoes came up from my heart. I just leave the movie of that adventure with a fantastic local Maya sound, coming from a deep research of the incredible Ranferi Aguilar - Nacimos Sin Miedo. We were lucky to watch their fantastic show together. You may find his blog´s adress in side bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Eduardo for a fantastic job. It has been a great pleasure to walk around with you. (I´m a bit jealous because you already finished and i´m still struggling). Let´s keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs for everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8419954&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8419954&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8419954"&gt;Epilogue (Rings of fire) - Climbing Pacaia Volcano&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Estou deixando um draft da minha tese com os meus orientadores, para os arranjos finais do trabalho. Detesto despedir-me das coisas a correr, de modo que preparei um último pacote de filmes para despedida. Simbolicamente, escolhi as subidas a alguns vulcoes, quer pela escalada que traz o meu pai de volta a mim, quer pelo vulcão em si mesmo que será sempre uma Meca para um profissional da área da geologia. Espero que gostem deste pacote final.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pacaia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Durante o percurso do PhD on the Road, mesmo antes de entrar no México, cruzei-me com o meu amigo Eduardo (Castro Neves) na Guatemala, para apresentar uma comunicação (de ambos) sobre solos tratados com cal. A história conta-se em duas palavras. Fui convidado a ir a um congresso sobre tratamento de solos (Tremti, Paris) sobre o qual não sabia nada. Assisti, enquadrei-me com a técnica (estremamente útil em obras em linha) e preparei um programa de desenvolvimento que viria a ser recusado. Não desisti e convidei o Eduardo para uma parceria que se revelou muito proficua, a que se juntou o Tó Viana e a Lusical (Mário Marques). No congresso seguinte (este na Guatemala) tinhamos o assunto embrulhado, 3 artigos publicados (muito elogiado) e pouco depois uma tese de mestrado (do Eduardo), a última pré-bolonha. Por isso, para mim o Eduardo é uma espécie de Último Mohicano. No decurso desse trajecto, tropeçamos na aventura de escalar um vulcão activo, que se revelou extraordinário, especialmente por ser a primeira vez para ambos. E uma primeira vez nunca se esquece. Prometi-lhe que publicaria essa aventura quando defendesse a sua tese, em sua homenagem. Chegou essa hora, por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Parabéns por esse magnifico trabalho. Foi um prazer fazer esta caminhada contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nessa estada, assistimos a um espectaculo fantastico de um grupo de pessoas (Ranferi Aguilar e a sua gente "Nacimos sin miedo") que dedicam a sua vida a procurar as emoções das gentes Maias. Fui tocado por essas emoções e assim o filme é "cantado com esses sons". Podem seguir o seu blog através do endereço na barra lateral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-5099075096839514332?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/5099075096839514332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=5099075096839514332' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5099075096839514332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5099075096839514332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/12/phd-on-road-epilogue.html' title='A PhD on the Road - Epilogue'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-968139134756033658</id><published>2009-12-18T20:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:28:04.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Back Home)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="DECBodytext1"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was running the year of 1994 when i first knew about DMT, in the entrance hall of Industrial de Sondeos in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Madrid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. At the time, I was a young engineer in the beginning of a professional career with a lot of dreams to fulfill, desperately looking for modern forms of testing and I was touched by the simplicity and versatility of the test. As a consequence, one DMT unit was bought by LGMC of CICCOPN, the first quality controlled laboratory of mechanical testing in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;, which gave rise to a long run after its applicability in residual soils. One year later, at the end of 1995, the first MSc dissertation on DMT in portuguese soils was concluded, which included already a first attempt to introduce it in residual soils. Since then, the portuguese experience gave rise to 30 publications crossing a wide range of problems related with DMT in residual soils.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2" style="text-indent:0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My PhD thesis is the result of this long run, but it is much more than one man’s work. In fact, this was produced by a lot of fantastic people that worked with me as team mates in LGMC, later in MOTA-ENGIL to where I moved in 2003 and also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Aveiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;. They gave me the pleasure of walking along with me, proving that friendhip and a good mood can really take us far. Let me introduce all of them, singing a song with a great meaning for portuguese (Traz um amigo também – Resistência) that is my tribute to their capacity of always bringing a friend along with them...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;José Manuel Carvalho - The first DMT operator (1994) and a long journey companion in the hardest early times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Fernando Gomes – Development of first calculation sheets which allowed storing important data basis since the earlier begin (1995). Fantastic job mounting exactly what i needed (and i didn´t know i needed)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Sonia Inês Figueiredo – The first global data treatment of combined testing programs, which included 15 sedimentary and 7 residual experimental sites (2000). My Soninha. Quite short the time we had been together, but so full of empaty. And a great job that became a huge step forward towards the work i´m trying desperately to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jorge Cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; – Development of DMT multi-testing campaigns. This work gave rise to Geotechnical Engineering degree final work, awarded with Lisoarte Gomes Prize (2003) and a MSc thesis (2008). The best engineer i´ve ever work with. Either in friendship and teamwork &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Jorge Ribeiro – Geotechnical Engineering final work based in LGMC experimental site, (2004), closing an important stage on residual soil characterization. We learn about triaxial testing together, with efficiency and companionhip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ricardo Rocha – Introduction of geophysics in combination with mechanical testing (2005). A great future is expected in geophysics. He deserve it. Clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Eduardo Neves – MSc thesis in artificially cemented soils which gave important impulse to the main experience of actual work (2007). So many things together, maybe the one who lived more different stages with me. And we climbed together to the top of Pacaia to see magma coming out from the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Manuel Cruz – Development of advanced mathmatics &amp;amp; engineering interfaces (2007), co-supervising the research works on propagation errors of results. Don´t tell anyone this secret, but he is my bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Carin Mateus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; – MSC thesis on error propagation of DMT results, departing from measurement errors (2007). My day-to-day help, support and fuel to go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;João Branco working together with me in rock mechanics (so important its understanding to understand residual soils). Maybe the one who worked with me in the most difficult conditions. And he gave everything. Fantastic job, fantastic friendship&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Patricia Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &amp;amp; Luis Machado – Same kind of previous work applied to SCPTU and PMT, closing the pack of the main in situ tests for a proper residual soil characterization (2008). Together with Fernando Paiva and Denise Silva, they make a younger and promising generation of team mates. Let´s walk towards something useful, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Carlos Rodrigues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:personname&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; – Determinant contribution on the main research program related to the present work, and more than that, the arm-to-arm he always gave me, no matter the circunstances. About this i would just say... he taught me a different meaning for friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Mike Lopes, David Felizardo &amp;amp; Catarina Lemos - They taught me how  far a team can go, always with a beautiful shining smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="DECBodytext2" style="text-indent:0cm"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My Friends, this work is the result of what we were able to do together, and I sincerely hope you can feel proud of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;Thank you all for your contribution. It has been a pleasure to walk with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8262194&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8262194&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8262194"&gt;The Long Run&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Uma ode à amizade e à entrega em torno de um bom objectivo. Um prazer trabalhar com gente tão boa. Fica a mensagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Traz um amigo também (Zeca Afonso, cantado por Resistência).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; Está fácil de lêr em inglês. Logo, logo traduzo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-968139134756033658?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/968139134756033658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=968139134756033658' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/968139134756033658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/968139134756033658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/12/phd-on-road-back-home_18.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Back Home)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-1043366578489290613</id><published>2009-12-12T11:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:14:38.424Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on The Road (Back Home)</title><content type='html'>Portugal&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are the most valuable thing of one man´s life. I will do anything to keep the joy of a friendship, all the time, since we live a time were these kind of values are loosing its meaning, every day. I suspect that we are really gonna need as many friends as possible dreaming together to overcome this world dangerously sliding to hell, to loneliness, to a global war. We have to keep on dreaming that this can make the difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie of today is a tribute to friendship and the capacity of dreaming together. The music is from Resistência (Não sou o unico, I´m not the only one) and tell us that when you are dreaming, you are never alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies &amp;amp; Gentleman... I´d like to introduce you to my friends of this sailing trip that brought me back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexandre e Afonso Santos, Mena Zambujal, Vitor Az, Silvia Fernandes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs to all my friends, plus to those that will be, some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8123205&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8123205&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8123205"&gt;Blowin in the Wind - Dreaming for a lifetime&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Uso mais uma vez as palavras de artistas da minha terra para dizer o que me vai na alma (Resistência, Não sou o único). Sonhar é o meu lema fundamental. Olhar o céu e Sonhar em equipa é aquilo que mais enriquece  a minha vida, porque sempre me trouxe e me conduziu ao valor inestimável da amizade profunda. E quão importante isto se vai tornando neste mundo cada vez mais perigoso e cada vez mais à beira do abismo. Todos juntos, unidos em torno de amizades sinceras...talvez consigamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Deixem-me apresentar-lhes o grupo de amigos desta viagem que me trouxe de volta a casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Alexandre e Afonso Santos, Mena Zambujal, Vitor Az, Silvia Fernandes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;para todo o rol infindável de amigos que tenho, e para aqueles que hão-de ser. São o tesouro que guardo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-1043366578489290613?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/1043366578489290613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=1043366578489290613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1043366578489290613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/1043366578489290613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/12/phd-on-road-back-home.html' title='A PhD on The Road (Back Home)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-5985243251751066034</id><published>2009-12-04T18:02:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:59:54.856Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sailing with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Portugal)</title><content type='html'>Albufeira - Ilha do Farol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things i have in my mind, but i just want to say a small thing. At the end of my work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, at the end of my work, just like Socrates (The Greek), i should be humble enough to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just know that i know nothing". "&lt;i&gt;No sé nada&lt;/i&gt;" from Rodrigo Leão &amp;amp; Daniel Melingo, makes the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second is my tribute to my mother, my auntie and the fantastic grand mother Guida, because of they thaught me about emotions. That´s where my passion for life comes from. "&lt;i&gt;Pasión&lt;/i&gt;" from Rodrigo Leão &amp;amp; Ana Carolina makes the right foot step for the images i selected from the moments i´ve lived. Passion is needed for everything. Believe it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, i just want to say that Rodrigo Leão and his friends makes the perfect sense to my way of living. I feel blown by their music and their lyrics. Enjoy it, because it is worthy. And feel a bit what it is being Portuguese. Exactly what you may feel when you listen to that music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All we need is love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7980389&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7980389&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7980389"&gt;Blowin in the Wind - Passion&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Hoje só quero partilhar convosco emoções, fluindo livres no vento. Com o Rodrigo Leão e a sua gente, em cujo trabalho os meus sentimentos irresistivelmente se revêem. Sinto-me pura e simplesmente esvoaçando com as suas notas, as suas palavras, e as emoções que delas emana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Escolhi "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;o sé nada&lt;/span&gt;" (Rodrigo Leão &amp;amp; Daniel Melingo) pela acuidade que isso têm com o final de um trabalho de investigação, e com a minha própria existência, em transição de fases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Em seguida. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Pasión&lt;/span&gt;" (Rodrigo Leão &amp;amp; Ana Carolina), por ser a paixão pelas coisas aquilo que de mais importante aprendi ao longo deste percurso e, sobretudo com o desenrolar deste blog. Paixão é o que verdadeiramente precisamos para fazer da nossa vida uma coisa genuina. Obrigado à minha mãe, titiá e avó Guida  pelo que sempre me ensinaram sobre emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;As palavras tão docemente sopradas que imergem do filme dizem o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;All we need is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-5985243251751066034?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/5985243251751066034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=5985243251751066034' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5985243251751066034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/5985243251751066034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/12/phd-on-road-portugal.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Portugal)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8586327431010118768</id><published>2009-11-28T11:23:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T11:55:23.194Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Portugal)</title><content type='html'>Sailing from Lagos to Portimão &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in a little confined space with other people can teach you a great deal about ruling your own life. It has been a fantastic experience in that sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all need a man behind the Wheel, to go in the right direction, and so we had our Capitan (Alexandre) taking the wheel in these trip. And our Capitan just taught me another important thing that i promise myself to reflect about. The man behind the wheel can not be the same person all the time:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes, we have to assume the wheel because we are the best man for the job, other times we have to leave the place for a best suited person, and the most important thing is to have the courage and wisdom to distinguish the difference&lt;/b&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in a dangerous world where rage, stress, hate, double crossing, trapping, stepping on other people feet, or push a knife on their back at anytime are basic rules for surviving, which everyone seems to accept nowadays, with no fighting back. In summary we live in a world of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Fuck you, you Fuck me, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i really believe that we should live under a completely different rule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Love you, you Love me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which leads to a much more pleasant and sucessful life. It´s basic mathmetatics. Giving 1 receiving 1, or giving 100 and receiving 100. One has only one possibility for combination. With itself. 100 generates millions of possible combinations. What, in your opinion, is the best?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a boat sailing in the ocean, if you want to survive,  it would be impossible to survive following the first rule. The same thing goes with our lives. Sooner or latter, everyone finds it out. In fact, your possibility of receiving is as bigger as your capacity for giving, and at the end there is a big difference: you lived a longer and happy life surrounded by people that will make your life richer, growing with you while you grow with them. The first rule always lead you to loneliness, bitterness, stone heart, and for sure... a sad end.  Don´t you agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fundament these ideas i just picked up 2 Portuguese Songs of my youth: &lt;i&gt;O Homem do Leme&lt;/i&gt; (The man Behind the Wheel) dos Xutos e Pontapés, in a version of Rio Grande and &lt;i&gt;A Marcha dos Desalinhados&lt;/i&gt; (the March of the anti Yes Men) from Resistência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you, Love me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7855833&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7855833&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7855833"&gt;Blowin' in the Wind - The Man behind the Wheel&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Desta vez deixo que as palavras da musica escolhida (o Homem do leme cantado pelos Rio Grande e a marcha dos Desalinhados dos Resistência) falem por mim. Escutem-nas com atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Acredito que precisamos sempre de um homem ao leme, mas que esse tem de variar em função das circunstâncias (nenhum homem está bem no leme a vida inteira, de certeza). Cada um de nós tem que ter a coragem de assumir o leme quando a nossa hora chega, mas também a sabedoria de passar o leme quando outro está melhor preparado. Esse é concerteza um dos segredos da vida. Aprendemos todos isso com o nosso Capitan (o Alexandre) nesta viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Acredito também que se podem alcançar as mesmas coisas vivendo na base de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I love you, you Love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;em lugar daquilo que é o nosso mundo de hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I Fuck you, you Fuck me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A diferença está numa vida plena, alegre, saborosa e bem vivida em detrimento de uma vida, stressante, odiosa, solitária e amarga. O que é que vocês acham?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;I Love You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8586327431010118768?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8586327431010118768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8586327431010118768' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8586327431010118768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8586327431010118768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/11/phd-on-road-portugal_28.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Portugal)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-9026146224562686187</id><published>2009-11-21T12:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-21T15:50:33.651Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lagos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sagres'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Portugal)</title><content type='html'>Sagres - Lagos&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And after a few days blowin' in the wind i was finally touching my homeland. I confess i was a bit nervous about this moment, after 1 year with my eyes and my mind layin over other people and other cultures. The anxiety of having the good things of my people, such as the laughs, the joy for life, the Fado (of Coimbra) and the Football, and also the fear to face the big hole that the country is diving into. But i had promised myself to enjoy every minute has it was the last, Carpe Diem, leaving the hopes and fears aside. The fantastic moments i lived in this crossing with my friends, lost in the imense Atlantic in this little boat, which was a magnificent opportunity for a deep thought about life. My life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We arrived in Sagres, but we didn´t go onshore, sleeping in front of the beach, with the new company of another sailor, Afonso, brother of El Capitan. I think it is symbolic to choose a very much portuguese soul as it is the Fado, and so i picked up a very known one (Gaivota), although i prefer, for this moment, the version of Sonia Tavares, instead of the Great Portuguese Icon that is Amália Rodrigues.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning we sailed away again to Lagos. Rodrigo (remeber him from Tibet?)  and Ariana were around in the town and so the first big party celebrating my return jus came up, with the music of Rodrigo Leão (Rua da Atalaia) and the fantastic voice of Ana Carolina (La Fete). And so it was the best of returns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and Hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7733507&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7733507&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7733507"&gt;Blowin´in the Wind - Steping my way home&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E assim, após um ano com os olhos e a cabeça em outros povos e culturas, aí estou eu de regresso a casa. Confesso que me senti um pouco nervoso em pensar no que esse momento me poderia causar. A ansiedade das coisas boas da minha terra como as gargalhadas bem dispostas, a alegria de viver, o fado (de coimbra) e o Futebol (o meu Porto, claro), mas também o medo do enorme buraco em que o país está a cair e donde parece dificil sair. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); "&gt;Carpe Diem, carpe diem, prometi a mim próprio não me deixar envolver muito pelas esperanças e mêdos que me assolariam no regresso, apenas deixar-me ir gozando cada momento desta viagem com os meus amigos, nesta pequena casca de noz. Excelentes momentos para reflectir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Chegamos a Sagres, mas não fomos a terra, fundeando na baia desta cidade, com a companhia de outro marujo de profissão, Afonso, o irmão de Alexandre (El Capitan), e com a Sonia Tavares   cantando um bem Português Fado (Gaivota). Que me desculpe a Amalia Rodrigues, mas acho mais adequada ao momento a versão cantada por esta diva da musica portuguesa (a Sónia dos Gift).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;No dia seguinte, levantamos ferro e navegamos em direcção a Lagos, onde encostamos na marina local. Rodrigo (lembra-se dele no Tibete?) e Ariana estavam por perto e assim se montou a primeira festa de celebração do meu regresso, bem portuguesa, com o Rodrigo Leão e a fantastica voz de Ana Carolina, que sempre me arrepia (Rua da Atalaia e La Fête).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos a todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-9026146224562686187?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/9026146224562686187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=9026146224562686187' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9026146224562686187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9026146224562686187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/11/phd-on-road-portugal.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Portugal)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-6299839189379079796</id><published>2009-11-15T14:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:58:08.689Z</updated><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (1 Year walking around the world)</title><content type='html'>Today is a special day. One year of this beautiful trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14798 page views, 7990 visits from my Portugal and so many different countries such as, Netherlands, England, Ireland, Germany, France, Spain, Italy, China, Taiwan, Macau, Sri Lanka, Korea, USA, Mexico, Brazil, Guatemala, Costa Rica, Argentina, Malasya, Iran, Burkina Faso, Mocambique, Angola, Marrocco, Algeria, Australia, Egypt, India, Japan, Sudan, South Africa, among so many others. So many more friends i have now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the company, i hope i can make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-6299839189379079796?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/6299839189379079796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=6299839189379079796' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6299839189379079796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/6299839189379079796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/11/phd-on-road-1-year-of-walking.html' title='A PhD on the Road (1 Year walking around the world)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-9010666830432211102</id><published>2009-11-13T06:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T00:58:36.821Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlantic Ocean'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the road (Atlantic Ocean)</title><content type='html'>Carpe Diem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Porto Santo really amazed by its magnific balance. Without the beach it would loose its main attraction, and without the mountains the beach would dissapear in a couple of years. That´s a good example of a team eficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the last journey had started. 5 persons (Alexandre, el Captitan, Mena Zambujal, Vitor Az, my Silvia and myself) in a eleven meter sailing boat, for a couple of weeks, living, enjoying and tasting every minute without stress or outside pressures, or aiming any distant objective. Just living the best you can. CARPE DIEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to do that with the PhD, taking and sensing deep all the details, not worrying about the next step. It will come whenever it as to come, but really important is to take the one we are studying roght now. Somehow i mixed a bit of all the cultures i met in my way: the sensitivity and passion of Budists, the sharp wisdom of chinese or the capacity of improvisation of brazilian friends. And so i really got the pleasure of a deep and detailed work that led me to another state of knowledge, but knowing that you can not get anywhere if you just think and don´t try. The conditions were not perfect for everything i had to do, but i couldn´t be waiting for it to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus and again, Life, Tour around the world and Tour around the mind became one.&lt;br /&gt;So, at the end of this adventure i have just one essential suggestion: CARPE DIEM IN EVERYTHING YOU DO WITHIN YOUR LIFE (family, friends, love, sex or work). "Carpe Diem" of that fantastic portuguese RODRIGO LEÃO is perfect for this walk. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7478469&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7478469&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7478469"&gt;Blowin' in the Wind - Sea Wolves&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Deixei o Porto Santo ainda espantado com o magnifico equilibrio que a ilha demonstra. Sem a praia aquilo perdia metade da píada e sem a montanha vulcanica, a praia desapareceria em pouco tempo. Um excelente exemplo do que vale combinar coisas diferentes. E assim arrancou a ultima jornada com os meus 4 parceiros de aventura (O Alexandre Santos, a Mena Zambujal o Vitor Az e a minha Silvia) todos enfiados num barquito ä vela com 11 m de comprimento lancado ao mar, vivendo e saboreando todos os momentos sem nenhum stress nem pressa de chegar. Que bom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; CARPE DIEM. Aprendi muito isso nesta jornada doutoral, aprofundando todos os detalhes, mas sem me deixar prender demasiado por eles, que a vida faz-se do movimento. De algum modo, incorporei tudo o que fui vivendo e aprendendo com as culturas dos paises que fui atravessando. O instinto africano, a sensibilidade e amor dos budistas, a sabedoria incisiva dos chineses, a capacidade de realizacao dos brasileiros e a perseveranca das culturas indias americanas.  E assim consegui atingir o prazer profundo de um trabalho bem pensado e bem, realizado.  E assim as duas volas ao mundo e ä mente, misturaram-se mais uma vez, deixando-me a vontade de vos sugerir...  CARPE DIEM em tudo para as vossas vidas (familia, amigos, amor, sexo ou trabalho). "Carpe Diem" desse fantastico portugues RODRIGO LEÃO é o ideal para o momento. Beijos e abracos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-9010666830432211102?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/9010666830432211102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=9010666830432211102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9010666830432211102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/9010666830432211102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/11/phd-on-road-atlantic-ocean.html' title='A PhD on the road (Atlantic Ocean)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-3972487154419602729</id><published>2009-11-07T11:03:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:50:09.614Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto Santo'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (Portugal, at last)</title><content type='html'>Porto Santo&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steppin on National Territory, again. I just choose the smallest island of our Portugal, in a symbolic way to come back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick up your Google, find Porto Santo, go up in the sky and see how small it is in the middle of the ocean and how amazing is that the nature who found a way of proctecting the beauty of that golden beach. The (volcanic) God of the Deep that came all the way up to protect that "lady" beach, the most golden beach in the entire world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porto Santo is an amazing place, the most curious island i´ve ever been. A combination of sedimentary and volcanic environment all in the same spot, with a 14 km long narrow beach, lost in the middle of the ocean with a vulcanic bodyguard that ensures is sustainability. It is a life lesson, about balance, protection and how important it is to combine advantages to get better results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recommend a stop by... People living there (how smart they are) just teach you how easy can life be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tribe is still walking along with me, making sure i really come home, and so i danced with them following the lyrics and songs of Macy Gray (I Try) and Red Hot Chilli Pepers (Stadium Archadium) , which were chosen by them. It was fantastic for me to feel their warmness, here. Next week, i´ll start crossing the Atlantic Ocean in my last track to the mainland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs for everybody, and make your life easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7476871&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7476871&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7476871"&gt;Small things are always great&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Pisando o território bem português, outra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Vão ao Google, escolham Porto Santo e subam em direcção ao céu e apreciem a sua reduzida dimensão face ao oceano, e a forma como a natureza se encarregou de proteger uma praia fantástica e extremamente aprazivel, através de um guarda costas vulcânico de enorme resistência. O Deus das Profundezas, subindo até à superficie para proteger essa Dona tão bela, a praia mais dourada do planeta. Escolhi o Porto Santo, como Porta de Entrada, porque é sem duvida a ilha mais curiosa que já visitei. Uma linha com 14km de comprimento que o oceano não afoga, que mostra quão simples pode ser a vida. Recomendo uma visita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A minha tribo ainda caminha comigo, como que para garantir que chego são e salvo a casa. Que bom esse calorzito. Dancei com gosto com eles ao som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt; de Macy Gray (I Try) e Red Hot Chilli Pepers (Stadium Archadium)conforme escolha deles. E assim me preparo para a derradeira aventura de voltar à vela, cruzando o oceano até às pra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;ias do algarve, regressando definitivamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Dancem comigo e Divirtam-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-3972487154419602729?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/3972487154419602729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=3972487154419602729' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3972487154419602729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/3972487154419602729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/11/phd-on-road-portugal-at-last.html' title='A PhD on the Road (Portugal, at last)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-2225174274352231165</id><published>2009-10-31T11:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:44:46.847Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portobello'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (UK)</title><content type='html'>London, Portobello Road&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this adventure is moving towards the end. Tomorrow, i´ll be leaving to Porto Santo, and 1 year later, i´ll be re-entering smoothly in Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;London, has so many curious and interesting things to see. Everybody knows Big Ben, Houses of Parliement, Picadilly, Hide Park, the lively Covent Garden and so many other things that makes tha city one of the most original in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent sometime all around this, as usual, but i´m starting feeling like the Sailor i have to be in a week and a half, when i´ll get on board of Tailwind, my final transportation to the mainland. So i spent my last day with my family and friends (a nomad family)  in a fantastic street full of life, joy and mouvement - Portobello Road, a fantastic quarter of London where George Orwell spent part of is life. Enjoy the day with The Divine Comedy (Mother), which is something that should be present in your life, all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya next week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7352932&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7352932&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7352932"&gt;Last day abroad, having fun in Portobello&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;E esta aventura caminha a passos largos para o fim. Amanhã, re-entrarei em Portugal, um ano depois de ter saído, pisando o menor pedaço de terra habitado no nosso país. Porto Santo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Londres tem montes de coisas boas e especiais para serem vistas, como Big Ben, Houses of Parliement, Picadilly, Hide Park, e o vivíssimo Covent Garden, entre muitas outras. Eu cá deixei-me enrolar por todas elas como faço sempre que aqui venho. Passei o ultimo dia deambulando em familia (que me acompanha neste regresso) no meio de uma rua plena de gente, alegria e movimento - Portobello Road, o quarteirão onde viveu George Orwell, aborvendo tudo aquilo com a intensidade de uma última vez e começando a sentir o espirito marinheiro que terei de ter daqui a semana e meia quando embarcar no Tailwind no ultimo trajecto rumo ao continente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Gozem o dia em Portobello, com The Divine Comedy (Mother), que é aquilo que uma vida deve ser na sua essencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-2225174274352231165?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/2225174274352231165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=2225174274352231165' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2225174274352231165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/2225174274352231165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/10/phd-on-road-uk_31.html' title='A PhD on the Road (UK)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-7851363507182202035</id><published>2009-10-24T12:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:47:58.540+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (UK)</title><content type='html'>London&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A step further on, to remember how good it is the joy and the strong believes of youth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who the hell never dreamt with Fame, Fortune and Glory? Isn´t it the engine for a great success in life? I keep believing in that. In Dreams. With Amy Winehouse, which found a way of sharing her great gifts with people. No matter what they say, she will leave behind her a part of her heart through fantastic music which fills us up with energy. Thanks Amy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and hugs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. Suddenly my Dad came up to my mind. Maybe because i would love to have him with me in this track. I leave you an adress that makes me remember my youth with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_lhkJWiEGc&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_lhkJWiEGc&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7233184&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7233184&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7233184"&gt;Learning with youth - Hit Parade&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Um passo em frente para lembrar quão boas são as alegrias e as fortes crenças da juventude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Quem é que nunca sonhou com Fama, Fortuna e Glória? Não será esse um dos motores de uma vida com sucesso? Pessoalmente, eu continuo a acreditar nisso. No Sonho. Com a Amy Winehouse, que encontrou uma forma de partilhar os seus melhores dons com a "poba". Digam o que disserem, ela deixará sempre um registo dos seus sentimentos e desejos através de uma música que nos enche de "genica". Obrigado Amy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;PS. De repente lembrei-me do meu Pai e de quanto eu gostaria de o ter comigo neste percurso da minha vida. Deixo aqui um endereço (filme) que me lembra os tempos de juventude com ele.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_lhkJWiEGc&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_lhkJWiEGc&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-7851363507182202035?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/7851363507182202035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=7851363507182202035' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7851363507182202035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/7851363507182202035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/10/phd-on-road-uk.html' title='A PhD on the Road (UK)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-8555906823226382444</id><published>2009-10-17T12:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:43:36.172+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Legoland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (UK)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Windsor (Back to Europe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most dificult part of any huge job is to conclude it. Everybody knows that. There is always something else to say or to do, and you just want end up with perfection. And that way it will always impossible to finish your job. So, you don´t have to think about the consequences. You just have to be firm and say: IT IS TIME TO MOVE FORWARD, take the next step of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of a PhD you always have to point out some directions about what is left to do in the "hang-over" of your work. And that might be the most dificult job you have to do in your PhD, because at the end you are so full of yourself, that you loose the power of ingenuity. I´m convinced that i have to be humble enough, to face the "New Start", meaning that you have to erase your commitment from your mind, and start learning again using all your emotions, knowledge and ingenuities. Otherwise, your life ended up with your PhD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, i met my tribe (Silvia, Miguel Francisca e Laura), and my sailing friends  (Alexandre, Mena, Rita e Ana) in London and together we went  for the perfect place to think about these new directions: LEGOLAND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever played with Lego?. It is the perfect game for engineers and for creative education. And if you mix together with children, trying to follow their steps, you will be learning a lot about learning and free your creativity again. So, i just want to say that i love Lego, i love children and i´m proud of the part of my soul that leads me to an eternal childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel it with the Divine Comedy (Incredibly happy) and an Irish Lullaby played by the best On the Road band of all times (The Band) together with Van Morrison. I hope all this can make you feel a child again. Even if it is just for a couple of minutes. I´m sure it will be perfect for your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kisses and Hugs and keep your feet on the move &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7107139&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7107139&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7107139"&gt;Learning with Children - A Little Fun for Engineers&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1205194"&gt;nunocruz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;A coisa mais dificil de fazer num trabalho qualquer é o seu terminus. Toda a gente sabe isso. Há sempre mais uma coisa para fazer, mais um gráfico para embelezar, um detalhe para acrescentar, um capitulo novo que se devia abrir. Mas se cedrmos a isso nunca mais o trabalho acaba. Por isso, num vipe, é preciso dizer: Paro agora, sem pensar muito nas consequências, e dar o passo em frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;No final de qualquer PhD é importante indicar o que fica para fazer na ressaca do teu trabalho. E esse talvez seja o trabalho mais dificil de fazer no doutoramento, porque no final estamos tão cheios da nossa sabedoria e cometimento, o que nos faz perder o bem mais importante na investigação: A Ingenuidade. Estou, por isso, convencido que tenho de ser humilde suficiente para enfrentar um novo Inicio, em que tudo começa de novo. Faz-te pequenino, apaga o que fizeste para trás, cria um novo zero e começa a aprender de novo, com os teus instintos, emoções e racionalidades. Caso contrário a tua vida termina com o PhD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Assim, chamei a minha tribo (Silvia, Miguel Francisca e Laura), encontrei-me com eles em Londres a que se juntaram ainda os meus amigos velejadores (Alexandre, Mena, Rita e Ana) e todos juntos fomos para um lugar perfeito para esta reflexão: A Legolandia (Windsor).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Haverá alguém que não brincou nunca com o Lego? É a brincadeira favorita do espirito do Engenheiro e uma ferramenta fundamental para aguçar a sua creatividade. E se nos misturarmos com os "putos", seguindo os seus passitos, estaremos aprendendo muito sobre aprender e sobre como libertar a creatividade. Por isso eu digo aqui, que adoro o Lego, adoro os putos e sinto-me orgulhoso da parte da minha alma que me garante uma pontita de infância eterna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Sintam isso com os Divine Comedy (Incredibly happy) e uma canção de embalar irlandesa (Irish Lullaby) tocada pela maior banda On the Road que já existiu (The Band) acompanhada pelo Van Morrison. Espero que isso vos faça sentir crianças outra vez, ainda que seja só por um bocadito. Tenho a certeza que será importante para a vossa alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Beijos e abraços e mantenham a vossa passada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2458426240984390063-8555906823226382444?l=retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/feeds/8555906823226382444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2458426240984390063&amp;postID=8555906823226382444' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8555906823226382444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2458426240984390063/posts/default/8555906823226382444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://retalhosdavidadeumnomada.blogspot.com/2009/10/phd-on-road-united-kingdom.html' title='A PhD on the Road (UK)'/><author><name>Nuno Cruz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08961727834607390918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='23' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_4Qeo7etzb7I/SIyU0MpzGNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XKuU8SE7ZxI/S220/Marrocos.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2458426240984390063.post-3769923483393963266</id><published>2009-10-10T13:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:31:09.232+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a PhD on the Road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuno cruz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art and Science'/><title type='text'>A PhD on the Road (USA)</title><content type='html'>Washington&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It comes a time when you have go further towards the end of your tasks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember how all this started. In 2006 i was here in Washington for a DMT conference, sorrounded by King Marchetti and all his Knights of the Blade. I felt really happy to be living among them, even if it was for a short period of time. My friend Roger Failzmeger organized the event in an incredible way and in a creativity moment, he programmed a time after dinner for a workshop called "Engineering Discussions", where FUN &amp;amp; SCIENCE were gathered in a very produtive way. Imagine a discussion about the influence of suction in shear strength behaviour played along with the Famous "White Russians" ( a strong alcohol drink that got famous with the fantastic Cohen's movie "The Big Lebowski") with trully happy loud laughs. And of course, when Paul Mayne, Gianfranco Totani, Martin Fahey or myself get together, there is always GeoMusic in the air. I found very found of that gathering and i think Cab Calloway and his Minnie, the Moocher can give an idea of the time we lived then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When i came home i was decided to walk my path to be a Knight of the Blade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-al
