Thinking of the days that are no more. |Vale do Lizandro, Portugal|
Category: Trekking
Trekking
A insatisfação
Quase nada (experimento o céu de negro que há de norte a sul nunca me conforma (prometo-me a mim mesma…
A pele que há em mim
E a calma a aguardar lugar em mim O desejo a contar segundo o fim. Foi num ar que te…
Entre o Polje de Mira-Minde e a Costa de Alvados
Entre o Polje de Mira-Minde e a Costa de Alvados |Minde, Portugal|
Vale do Lizandro
|Vale do Lizandro, Portugal|
A precious privelege
When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive-- to breathe, to…
Different paths
We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other…
I love trees
I fall in love with you four times a year: winter, spring, summer, and fall. The leaves may change, but…
Let your heart travel lightly
Let your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape. ~ Anne Bishop |Madeira,…
Your time on earth filled with glory
To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is…
Life grows like a sturdy tree
An authentic and genuine life grows like a sturdy tree. And like a tree, it grows slowly. Every time you…
What’s a Poem?
What's a Poem? A whisper, a shout, thoughts turned inside out. A laugh, a sigh, an echo passing by. A…