Granada

 

inside outside

 

mirror me

 

dogs be like

 

Afurada

 

ferias

 

guns and roses

crack

 

dog

 

Fado Liro

 

where are those winters when we were warm, where are those summers when we did not feel lonely? where are those faraway countries that were our home? "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to" said the Cat. "I don't much care where" said Alice.

 

Don't be shady

 

Weird hoot

 

expect an action

 

Pocinho

 

Take That

 

early summer

 

all these wee everyday finds through the water beads.

 

It is so hard to get used to people, things going missing. Ah, if only this journey made sense. May the cruel beauty of it still be a lever of humanity in mankind. And although sometimes you can't breathe, you can't sleep, may the incredible fleshiness of the landscape blind you, if only for a moment.

The astonishment of the world can be lost in the interval between one disappointment and another. But at the grey, cold dawn, the rooster always announces that another hard night is over.