Diving desire The promiscuity of my lemon tree It's drinking water that we understand each other The weed is a bastard daughter of the olive tree A bee on the top Yesterday afternoon, my garden When I look to Montejunto Sierra I feel it's all m… I use to say my porch is my reception room Light's green The New World is mine! Manuscript Francis has to leave the sand-bed before high tide… Chocolate Mousse Morning is wet and the flowers love it The grimaces of the flowers Surprise...surprise... Late afternoon, in the porch One more visit to the Champalimaud Foundation Field surf Please, give me a piece of your toast! Walking is good, despite the dust on the shoes Too small to climb Early morning the little cats bask in the sun MUSEU DO TESOURO REAL, Palácio Nacional da Ajuda Have a nice day! The hug of my grandchild was so strong I couldn't… A gate nobody uses for a long time My garden The brightness of empty glasses Pink versus white The telephone wire Neighbors If you're in good physical condition you can jump… Cars in the Groove At last we can watch the dahlias Agatha UKEO - I The King Flowerbed For many years we can't smell anymore the eucalypt… Rural swing A golden carpet for your pose Restaurant Tia Alice private garden, once more Caldeirada à Fragateiro A candle by the intention of each family member Private garden, Tia Alice Restaurant ...here the paths are one foot at a time...