I go through nooks and crannies at home, open drawers or cupboards, stop and touch small objects, losing myselg in memories of what each...

Woman, I am. Timeless reflection From a single being, In the transversality of this essence Poem: Ana Santos Tile: Lídia Amarante

On this balcony Facing the sea, The wind chills the senses. And in the cry of the seagulls I see the storm of an embrace In the emotions...

you and me... we miss of the time that does not pass, we are remembrance in this eternal look of a love that never ends. Poem: Ana Santos...

Village, Warmth of affection, while walking the paths Flanked by experiences That time does not erase Poem: Ana Santos Tile: Lídia Amarante

See the brightness of your smile In the expression of my gaze; In this sharing with you From our time to love Poem: Ana Santos tile:...