Pergulho | Julho 2015
Pergulho, my mother's tiny village, is one of my favorite places on earth. It's very humble and unassuming, but I love its pine trees & shale woods, the winter brooks made by the rain, its old houses, its silence. It's also home to this special library and this place that I love.
And above all this, it has a vast sky that becomes immense by night, beautiful beyond words, so full of stars impossible to see in the city, planes silently roaming in the distance, and the milky way so clearly visible. It has witnessed countless family conversations, even in the dead of Winter, because we simply can't resist it.
And above all this, it has a vast sky that becomes immense by night, beautiful beyond words, so full of stars impossible to see in the city, planes silently roaming in the distance, and the milky way so clearly visible. It has witnessed countless family conversations, even in the dead of Winter, because we simply can't resist it.