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Had I the heavens embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half-light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly…because you tread on my dreams.

– William Butler Yeats

Na Rota da Desfolhada

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anorexia

Amorosa – Esposende

O Aroma da Canela

A descoberta do Fogo

Gerês – “Rota das Lagoas”

Gerês – “Mistura das Águas”

…

R.F. ’10

Night at the Opera

Uma manhã na cozinha