PORTUGAL | Tuesday, 19 May 2015 | Views [226] | Scholarship Entry
Standing here, breathing the southern air we already know it smells home. It smells like a windy evening, roasted chestnuts, salty water, just baked pastry, like lilacs. It sounds like jangling of the old electrico, an anxious Portuguese whisper, fado, ... Read more >
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