I like it wild!

Blue Screen

Ride to the Sun

Taken in the pretty marginal leading to cascais, borough of oeiras, while driving my car.

Alentejo Storks

Shooting Bellys

Sunset in the Atlantic

Sun, Atlantic, waves ... is where I wanted to be!

Moody weather!

It's so funny how weather can change so dramatically from sunny to heavy shower...


It is raining in Lisbon for two months already. Usually it rains about three days a year! The climate change have made the Lisbon people exchange their sandals for the umbrella, when it should be making about 30 ºC.

Rossio Station

The sun by the eye of a needle

Alentejo, 3 de Maio 2008

Pink Floyd - Crumbling Land

In a while I'll find the time to make the sunshine mine
In a smile I saw a single needle in the sky
Wheeling, soaring, gliding by
On a hill a little man with many shining things
Shiny pool, a shiny car and shiny diamond rings
Wining, dining, shining king
And the eagle flies in clear blue skys
Breathing in the clear blue air
Back here on the ground another dealer coughs and dies
And fifty more come rolling off
The Ford production line
Then a man appearing like up in our on the sand
In his hand a moving picture of the crumbling land
Screaming, scheming, movie man
Here we go, hold your nose and see if something blows
Close your eyes, count to ten and see the sunrise rise
Climbing, higher, to the sky
Climbing all the birds a lake the dove the lies
On the finger of the king
On high the eagle spies the glitter of a gun
And wheeling in a climbing turn he flies into the sun

"Fat Old Sun"

"Fat Old Sun"

When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Summer's thunder time of year,
The sound of music in my ears.
Distant bells,
New mown grass smells so sweet.
By the river holding hands,
Roll me up and lay me down.
And if you sit,Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.

PINK FLOYD

Reflexes

Back to the sky

Sky today

One of the many facets of the sky today in Lisbon...01:40 PM

Chill out with Sky watch friday!

The simpsons

Almoínha Velha, Portugal