The Dream


I felt as if I were in one of those dreams, in which we should never wake up. However, time began to pass faster, the hands turned in opposite directions, and the sun and the moon would run after each other, it seemed that several days had passed, while I was standing exactly in the same place …

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– Oh Evelyn, Evelyn, I’m so happy! cried the girl, burying her face in the flowers.
⁃ I feel so happy! – Holidays, finally I will be able to visit my family, my friends, I miss them …
– Yes,- said Evelyn. -I wish I could go with you to the Caribbean.

Liz did not miss only
 her family but the hot sun smiling on her face, the paradisiacal beaches, the smells that nature gave her …

In her mind, the monotonous murmur of the tourists was already making itself felt, the smells of the restaurants crossed creating a harmonious aroma, the people dressed in a very relaxed way, they heard laughter in all directions …

– I do not want to change anything in England except for the weather,- Liz said. -But even today is a sunny day, don’t you agree, Evelyn?

⁃ Undoubtedly – But until I’m dreaming of the of the Caribbean beaches, would you take me in the suitcase?

A laugh went through the whole meadow …

⁃ Oh Evelyn, Evelyn, sinto-me tão feliz! – disse a rapariga aos gritos, enterrando o rosto entre as flores.⁃ Oh Evelyn, Evelyn, sinto-me tão feliz! – disse a rapariga aos gritos, enterrando o rosto entre as flores.

⁃ Sinto-me tão feliz! – repetiu ela- Férias, finalmente vou poder visitar a minha família, os meus amigos, sinto muito a falta deles….    

⁃Sim – disse Evelyn – Quem me dera poder ir contigo para as Caraíbas.

Liz não sentia só falta da família mas do sol quente a bater-lhe no rosto, as praias paradisíacas, os cheiros que a natureza lhe proporcionava …

Na sua mente, o monótono murmúrio dos turistas já se faziam sentir, os cheiros dos dos restaurantes cruzavam-se criando um aroma harmonioso, as pessoas vestiam-se de uma forma muito descontraída, ouvem-se gargalhadas em todas as direcções…

⁃Eu não desejo mudar nada na Inglaterra a não ser o tempo – disse Liz – No entanto, hoje até esteja um dia de sol maravilhoso, não concordas Evelyn?

⁃Sem dúvida – Mas até eu estou estou a sonhar com as praias paradisíacas das Caraíbas, levas-me na mala ?

Uma gargalhada percorreu o prado inteiro…





Egypt could be as any other story that was not a fascinating element: The Pyramids of Gizé, on the outsides of Cairo, Egypt.

In my dreams, anything is possible. Surely that would be the best way to explore every corner of the world.

– Chris – Rafael repeated for the thousandth time – wake up, wake up, wake up!

At last, my mind had reached Cairo, well, perhaps it was not the real Cairo, but it would be no reason to stop dreaming and giving wings to my imagination.

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Behind the scene: Part II


What would it be like to see the world in black and white? …
After a long internal discussion, it was decided to try to open the eyes and delude what you can see, that it is the colours. Our brain is undoubtedly amazing, can I delude it?
My first impression is that it would not be an easy task, but after a few minutes I realized that it is a good thing that we can see the colours, but there is something in a black and white portrait that I can not explain, the contrasts and the variants of shadows and ashes.

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Behind the scene: Part I


The light finally began to appear on the other side of the meadow full of lilac flowers and various shades of pink.
I felt strangely happy when the sun hit my face. Maybe it was the feeling that I would be a model today, but the freedom was so close that it could be exchanged it for the feeling with the springy smell that was hanging in the air.

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Muir Woods National Monument

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For most of the journey, we walked in silence.
The path was for the most part covered with huge trees, the wooden walkways were sometimes smooth and there was a unique and fragrant smell that especially characterised the forest.
As I was advancing I could hear the sound of my footsteps on the sodden land, the birds were quiet and drops of water was falling from the leaves, so it must be raining.

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Today I will remember you like this, with a black and white photograph, more precisely black on white.
As I was carried away, I began to dream, what would have been the session of the French Joseph Nicéphore Niépce in taking the first permanent photograph of the world, in 1826, in black and white.

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