I like to travel. As a matter of fact, I like everything that has to do with traveling.
I love hotels, airports, roads…
I love being close to the sea; it makes me think of ships, of caravels.
When I was little, I practically lived at the bus station in Três Pontas. I liked the smell of oil, gasoline and grease from the buses. Even today these scents are good for my head, even though they’re bad for one’s health. My thoughts travel back to those days.
I like ports a lot. When I lived in Athens, I spent much of my time at the port of Piraeus or at the temples on the edge of the Aegean Sea.
In Denmark, I feel like a Viking watching typical boats at the piers.
In Portugal, I spend hours watching the vessels carrying port wine, and in Lisbon I stand at the edge of the Tagus, imagining caravels departing on their adventures and discoveries. In Três Pontas, when I saw a symbol of a caravel in a soccer-card collection, I became a rabid fan of the Vasco team. The Admiral spent much time traveling the seven seas; he went to India (and Camões went with him), and this fascinates me.
But my passion is train stations and tracks. There is nothing more fantastic than a train trip. Trains are a thread woven through my life.
During my childhood, except for my grandfather’s old motorcar, I traveled only by train. I used to stay a lot at resort springs with my parents: Caxambu, Lambari, São Lourenço, and Poços de Caldas—which I thought was the biggest city in the world. Later, with Bituca [Milton Nascimento], we traveled all over the region by train; those were "the dances of life" [a reference to the song "Bailes da Vida," by Milton Nascimento and Fernando Brant]; and then I cut across Europe by train, voraciously seeking my roots. I think traveling is not just a question of taste; I think it has its atavistic side. As a matter of fact, I can’t stay in Rio for more than a week, although this is the only city where I can live. I can’t stay at home very much. My work is very lonely when I’m on tour. I spend the day writing soundtracks, arrangements or compositions for different orchestras and when the day is over, I go to some little shop for coffee, to the bakery, for a walk on the lake with my friend Geraldo Carneiro, enjoy some fine wine at Arlechinno, go out with Gisele, Joana and friends, go to the cinema, to the theater—anything to get out.
The Tiso family is originally from the region of the Tizsa River, nomads who crossed the Ukraine, Hungary, Croatia, Italy, Spain, North Africa, Serra da Mantiqueira, Três Pontas – Minas Gerais.
My life can be divided into two stages: the first half without direction and without Giselle and the second half, with her along, heading towards the right direction.
We’ve lived together twenty-two years, a long working partnership.
She is my great friend, accomplice, and girlfriend forevermore. She looks after my career with utmost professionalism and all that I have achieved I owe to her dedication. I am faithful to my dear friends and I think they are the best in the world in all ways. And I deeply love my extremely talented daughters. Joana is 17, a Vasco fan like me, and with Giselle, she forms the unbeatable female team of my life. India is 25, daughter of my first marriage, and she lives in Bahia. And I don’t know why, perhaps for some mysterious reason, they love to travel. Even Bonita, my cat, loves to follow the family amidst baggage and cases.