Photography: Sara Rios
Its a memory album that includes this Portugal of mine. In every one of those pictures we find wishes, discoveries, laughs and tears. Wandering through the alleys in the villages, with all those typical fragrances and sounds that remind me a bit of my own life.
The perfume dances in the wind, covering all those hiding places with the blue soap of my childhood. Its a trip you start up north with the sound of the animals, catching the gulfstream through the coast until you reach the gloomy capital.