"Que amor tão grande tem que ser vivido a todo instante E a cada hora que eu tou longe é um desperdício Eu só tenho 80 anos pela frente Por favor, me dá uma chance de viver"

Conselho do Bom Senso

Vou me colocar no meu lugar Vou me recompor pra evitar Aquela fadiga de outra vez Um crime que eu não vou repetir

Self portrait, June 2018 6 am Braga

Lyrics by Tuyo

Hold on

I'll show you what I know
You'll give me what I need
Not saying I'm a pro
But you'll come back for me
We go another round
Before we fall asleep
You got me on a cloud nine, baby
Feels almost like a dream
Something 'bout your body

Slowly getting back to my essence... and, oh! It feels so good.

I still have your smell on my hands

"If you don't know how to dance I'll teach you. I teach you to dance this song, just have patience and don't try to understand me always, because I do not always want to be understood. You will not always know how to decipher. I'm not decipherable. I'm going to want to be loved, do you think you can? Are you sure?

      But if it is not to stay, if it is not to love me, if it is not to lie by my side and weave a future of our own, and if it's just for today ... just for today, if not forever ... Turn off the light and close the door."

Photography: @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht

"She looked up to where there should have been stars

She said "I wanna go to mars"

And this, this planet ain't ours"

"Like a roller coaster

Gets me high and low"

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Gabriela Cunha Viana

Sleep... those little slices of death

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht

"Sometimes I tell myself stories of how our worlds will meet someday and I smile."

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht

"Maria Elena used to say that only unfulfilled love can be romantic."

BLAME IT ON MY WILD HEART

Photo by @Joanameneses.photos, April 2018

Model Barbara Torres

Triste, Louca ou Má

"Triste, louca ou má

será qualificada

ela quem recusar

seguir receita tal

a receita cultural

do marido, da família.

cuida, cuida da rotina

só mesmo rejeita

bem conhecida receita

quem não sem dores

aceita que tudo deve mudar

que um homem não te define

sua casa não te define

sua carne não te define

você é seu próprio lar

ela desatinou

desatou nós

vai viver só

eu não me vejo na palavra

fêmea: alvo de caça

conformada vítima

Prefiro queimar o mapa

traçar de novo a estrada

Ver cores nas cinzas

E a vida reinventar."

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht Lyrics: Francisco, el hombre

"Reap for my soul and cleanse my spirit

Pray because I'm ready for the bloom of the sea

Peace and serenity is all that I need"

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht Lyrics: Cleo Sol

Amadurece e Apodrece

"Eu aprendi

Muita coisa que eu desaprendi

Quando você resolveu me atravessar

E me colher do galho que me deixava

Suspensa no ar

No ar

Toda pureza morreu

Quando foi que você cresceu?

Por um tempo eu te perdi

Ou foi você que se escondeu no ar?"

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht Lyrics: Tuyo

"But if you close your eyes Do you see me? Do you hear me? When you're putting on your headphones Do you feel my hands even when I'm not there 'Cause I can hear you, breathing, loud and clear Even though you're not here Even though you're not near"

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

Model: Lea Siebrecht Lyrics: Korantemaa

Photosynthesis

"There is something about this world that I should know by now
I'm doing something wrong cause this don't feel right
maybe if I cut my hair and sleep a little more
spend less time on my phone and more time alone"

Photo by @joanameneses.photos Model: Lea Siebrecht

Lyrics: Korantemaa

Badly involved

Photo by @joanameneses.photos
Model: Lea Siebrecht

Dreams

"Let’s suppose that you were able, every night, to dream any dream you wanted to dream, and you would, naturally, as you began on this adventure of dreams, you would fulfill all your wishes. You would have every kind of pleasure during your sleep, and after several nights you would say «well, that was pretty great». But now let's have a surprise, let’s have a dream which isn’t under control. Well, something is gonna happen to me that I don’t know what it's gonna be. Then you would get more and more adventurous and you would make further and further out gambles as to what you would dream and, finally, you would dream where you are now.

If you awaken from this illusion and you understand that black implies white, self implies other, life implies death. You can feel yourself, not as a stranger in the world, not as something here on probation, not as something that has arrived here by fluke, but you can begin to feel your own existence as absolutely fundamental. What you are basically, deep, deep down, far, far in, is simply the fabric and structure of existence itself."

― Alan W. Watts.

Photo by @joanameneses.photos Model: Lea Siebrecht

"A história de alguém que não suporta mais a realidade. De alguém cuja consciência e expansão espiritual a deprimiu. Por isso, se isola e se esconde atrás do espelho que reflecte todas as verdades do universo."

Photo by @joanameneses.photos
Model: Gabriela Cunha Viana

Broken inside.

Photo by @joanameneses.photos

I need to go out of this world. May I?

Photos by @joanameneses.photos
Model: Lea Siebrecht

Sereia louca

Lembrança saudável mas que incomoda.

Self portrait, March 2018

Darkness growing over me silently

"Darkness growing over me silently, it's creeping closer

Depths try to take hold of me violently, they seem to hold her

Snake, I try some wizardry patiently, you seem to bolster

Hate towards my imagery, vacantly, you are the sorceress

Regain all my energy, trying to submit the holder

Momentary blasphemy, lying to your home is colder

Snake, I try some wizardry, runnin' old fools, you seem to bolster

Hate towards my amatory, tell me the truth, you are the sorceress"

self portrait, May 2018

Isn't it weird that sometimes we can't control ourselves? It's like we are two people in one body. Who is the other 'person'?

Photo by Joana Meneses, April 2018

Model Barbara Torres

Nostalgia

"Um estado de tristeza indefinida, tal como a melancolia."

I'll meet you in my dreams

Self portrait, 2016

"I keep your memory

As the best secret"

Self portrait, April 2018

Mesmerized

Self portrait, April 2018

Amor

Amor por vezes é uma palavra de dor

Cheia de muito sabor

Ainda desejo o teu beijo

Em cima do queixo

De frente para a boca

Alias para nos coisa pouca

Sei o que quero

Sinto a tua magia, o teu toque, o teu cheiro

Tudo é tão delicado

Tudo é tão verdadeiro

Fazes-me sentir tão bem

Este é o meu desabafo baby

Por todos os bons momentos

Guarda-o só para ti

Sussurro ao teu ouvido

O quanto eu gosto de ti

São momentos

We Ain't Feeling Time

Photography by Joana Meneses Photos

I've always had trouble expressing myself in words. It seems easier to do it with my body and face.

Self portrait ♥ September, Italy

Untitled, Self portrait 2016

There's times I think about calling you, just so I can hear your voice.

Self portrait, September Italy

Portraying myself.
September, Italy

UNDRESS MY FEARS, LEAVE ME NUDE

Photo by Joana Meneses

"I know you’re weary and I’ve worn you out, but you can rest your mind here and take your trainers off and… I apologize. I should have approached this differently. We said we’d be honest with each other so I guess… You make me feel like the unrequited lover. I don’t wanna follow you around until you find the truth. But I’d rather not kiss every stranger until I find you. Can’t you just appear in my hands and I’ll carry you instead? There’s planets in my palms, if you get bored of my skin, I’m in change with the moon. Habitual rituals. Your smiling and light is my only residual. The first time we met, did you go home and think of me too? Our silence said it’s strange, we know and self consciousness is heavy. I know. People overthink things. Women wreak havoc. Men implode. But don’t trouble yourself with my opinions. Just remember me in the morning and carry me home."

Photo by Joana Meneses

More than anything
I want to save you
From myself

Se fores, levas-me?

I remember when your kisses tasted like I could die with a smile.

Self portrait

24

Acabei de comprar dois bilhetes de avião para um dos meus lugares favoritos no mundo: Açores. Desta vez levo a minha mãe comigo, para celebrar o meu aniversário. A contar os dias até Dezembro!

Photos by Joana Meneses, Açores 2016

Forasteiro

Forasteiro no litoral

Nasci no planalto central

Nas ondas não mando muito bem

Sou aprendiz daquela que me quer bem

Se ela voltar, volto também

Se ela ficou, fico também

Se ela remou, quero remar

Se ela gostou, gosto com ela

Quero aprender, ela quer me ensinar

Todo segredo das ondas do mar

Será que ela gosta de mim

Já sou local no litoral

Saudade do planalto central

Nas ondas té que já to mandando bem

Pois aprendi o valor que elas têm

Quero voltar pro interior

Horizonte sem fim, cerrado nativo

Será que ela gosta de mim, comigo quer voltar

Quer aprender segredos de lá

Muitas coisas sonhei, momentos vivi

No litoral e no interior do país

Ela gosta de mim, hoje sou assim

Filho do sol, das ondas do mar

Servo da mata nativa

Quero o mundo pra mim

Olha, é o sol

Olha, é o céu

Olha, é o amor

Photo by Joana Meneses

No rain, no flowers

Photo by Joana Meneses

Life's a big old ride

Sit back and enjoy the vibe

We all want a teenage fantasy

Want it when we can't have it

When we got it we don't seem to want it

Photo By Joana Meneses

To let you go

“If you let go a little, you will have a little peace. If you let go a lot, you will have a lot of peace.” 

Lucid dreams

Tive um sonho tão real, forte, intenso... tal e qual como me lembro de ti e como me fazes sentir. Reconheci esta sintonia estranha desde os primeiros dias. Agora percebo que não foram os primeiros dias, não foram as primeiras vezes que te olhei, mas sim a continuidade de muitos outros dias que passei contigo, não sei quando nem onde, mas sei que te encontrei outra vez, aqui, nesta vida, nesta dimensão.

Mas por quê que voltamos ao caminho um do outro se não foi para ficarmos juntos? O que será que vivemos antes? 

Sinto que estamos ligados para sempre, por alguma força que talvez nunca iremos perceber. Como se fosse uma compreensão mútua entre o meu íntimo e o teu.

Gosto de te recordar. Vou sempre gostar.

Photo by Joana Meneses

I've got you under my skin

Self portrait

Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.

Twyla Tharp

I am not who I was.

"Resolve-te, encontra-te, completa-te. E depois, dá o melhor de ti a alguém".

Fotografia: Joana Meneses

'Better In Tune With The Infinite'

Fotografia: Joana Meneses