17~365 Pedro

16~365 Teresa

15~365 Miguel ..

14~365 Manela

13~365 Eeva

12~365 Tom

11~365 Demetrio

10~365 Greg

9~365 Nuno ..

8~365 Trini

7~365 Miguel .

It's pass midnight, when he jumped and checked the time on the church clock at the distance. Holding his breath – either for something to finish or to start. Sea and tree.

6~365 Maria

Crazy nights at the Hershel’s, both of us dreading someone that we used to love, smoking menthols, talking, dancing, laughing and crying. Dinners at her small flat, fish soup and vodka.

5~365 Alex

The most passionate engagement with life, even when he shouts: it’s crap but I won’t give up! Double emphasis. Totally pissed on two glasses of wine and wallet permanently forgotten somewhere.

4~365 Ricardo

A boyish smile beams across the compartment, both of us sliding through Patagonia. He draws, I photograph, none of us speak. He’s been absent from my dreams for a long time.

3~365 Nuno .

The writer in the mirror, more Jack than Tyler, with the balls to turn his life around with no regret. An unforgettable laughter. A kiss and Stardust on a wintry evening.

2~365 Rui

Obidos. Marlboro reds. My betrayal. My lies. 9-hour phone calls and a number I can’t make myself dial. I wish he’d know: who I am now, I owe it to him.

1~365 Luis

Hero and villain in the only fairytale I believed in. Dreamer, brave, unique, strong, severed, lonely, weak. He’s almost as damaged as me. Could’ve been anyone he wished to. Still can.