The Sun

I planned to sleep until later, but I felt a very strong light through the windows of my room … I love my village. I love the sun and the burning heat. I love green spaces and mountains full of trees. Advertisements

The Sea

I sat down, I was in front of the sea, and I turned my head for a moment, I could hear the waves hitting against the rocks somewhere nearby; the sound of seagulls; the whistling of the wind and the smell of salt water.

Number 7

I arrived at the airport at 17:00 in the afternoon. Were 7ºC at Porto, the sky was cloudless and with a perfect blue, but it was very cold. -Mia, cannot feel my hands. -Said Andrea with a trembling voice. -We are in April, I thought it’d be a better time in Portugal. -Answered Mia, while walking … More Number 7

Meteor Shower

On the night of December 13th to 14th, NASA announced that there would be a meteor shower. According to the news, the meteor shower of Geminids, happened because the Earth was currently crossing the orbit of the asteroid Phaeton …

Mountain range

It was in the middle of August and the day had begun with a small rain and the fog covered the mountains that protected the village. Last week, the thermometers had reached 40 degrees and a day with a rain was a blessing from the gods.

Our Village

Carol wait for me! – Jennifer shouted. -We need to get to the village in twenty minutes. – Why? – asked Carol. -The festival begins today in the village. Even though I do not like that music, it’s a very old feast, and the older ones tell us old legends, later we’ll tell our children and … More Our Village

Miami

Miami’s international airport is outside of the city. I looked at the clock and the pointers indicated nine o’clock in the morning. – Let’s get a taxi. – I always dreamed of calling a taxi in Miami, – Carolina shouted excited.

The Leaves

I looked inside the window, full of leaves … I do not know how long I stared there looking at the lights, the leaves and the shadows of the people passing by. Maybe it took twenty minutes. Long enough to photograph, to remember later.

The village of Piódão

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.