This diary is written in English because it's aim is exactly for me to try to communicate with other people from several nationalities who are interested in Swedenborg, or in My Way to Freedom, and who can't read Portuguese.
This imposition - the English - makes it that my language is simple as well as my way of expressing ideas. It's a necessary price that you and I need to pay. I apologize for my English which is very imperfect in spite of my love for language and poetry as mother of the arts. I will be tankful to anyone who corrects me, then I can learn. I speak some 6 languages, more or less. It's mostly my Dutch that messed up my English. :)
I am born in Lusitania, another name for Portugal, which as far as I know means country of Light - which it is, inside and out. I lived there, most of the time in the beautiful historical Sintra and in the capital, up to the age of being able to do things om my own. I left in order to study abroad... After that the story is very complex.
For now I interrupt the story here. But not without saying that I am in a very unstable phase, and so I hold the freedom to change all I write anytime, to make it better, or for whatever reason.