It's an album in his own name released back in 1986.
When I hear this album I review mentally pictures a lifetime. Portugal is described by the lyrics of Carlos Té and then set to music and sung by Rui Veloso, but that somehow it all has a very personal nature. The so-called father of Portuguese rock is, in my view, most remembered for his more emotional and romantic songs precisely because invoke those memories we associate with important events of our existence. It's like Rui Veloso had written the soundtrack of our lives, as is the case of this discographic work of1983. The album reminds us of our ending childhood with "sad to be grown up", the trips we did with "Porto Côvo", not fulfilled promises in "the origin of evil," the hearts we left behind in "direct to the head" and the longing we feel for the place we called home in "Felt Oporto". All good reasons to revisit one of the best musicians in the national scene, even if it is a version with more than 20 years of age.
