Everything was ready. We had packed the backpack the night before to leave the house at 4 in the morning. The idea was to catch the first light of the sun at the top of the mountain. We were really decided to go but still, we were not very enthusiastic, like the first time we visited the … More Watching the sunrise
I ran my fingers through the photography, I could imagine that day again. The cold was wrinkling my skin, and the clothes I wore on that day seemed light to the icy wind that I felt in the mountains, on the way to a small historical village of Portugal, Piódão.
Mornings were my favourite part of the day. However, the hope of seeing the snow-covered city of Poznan was very low. The architecture of the city was something that fascinated me since I arrived in Poland, could lose myself every five minutes as I contemplated each facade of the houses. Advertisements
A landscape was, of course, wonderful. As the leaves of the trees had diverse shades of green, brown and yellow; I was fascinated with such beauty. But suddenly a scream ran through the sky at the top of the hill. – Chloé, Chloé, Chloé! – Alexis shouted. Advertisements
There was a cold wind in October, and Bella closed her eyes as she listened to the silence of nature. The heavy clouds were coming slowly down the mountain, and the fog began to thicken, making the road invisible to the mountain. Advertisements
The light was finally beginning to appear among the eucalyptus trees. At that place, the scenery seemed to have come out of a movie. Advertisements
May June July August September October, the month when the leaves are falling, and the coats come out from the shelf, but this year it seemed like It was going to take a while to happen. Advertisements
Chapter I There, the river was spreading into the sea. That morning, the sky was covered with a white blanket. Sophie and Phoebe woke up in the fog that was covering the island last few weeks. They looked up, the sun had already been born but they could not see it. That was the problem, … More Fog
Oh city with history, Oh city full of light, Oh city of wine! I am a witness that I could get lost in this small town, between small streets and great avenues, with houses more and more colourful and full of history through the smell of fresh paint. Porto offers a harmonious synthesis of ancient … More Porto – river Douro
What the picture really reflects is life, feelings, purity, plainness, freedom. We are only the spectators of all beautiful things. – Sofia, this is extraordinary! We climbed to the top of the world, I catch sight from behind the mountain the universe … – You have a great imagination my dear friend! Both smile stupefied … More On top of the world!