After all the weather isn't too bad NIGHT - Et voilà! Swimming-pool game The last mullet in Dona Barca Restaurant The last girandole When I go to the hairdresser my head is transforme… Writing is a solitary act Unexpected visitor on the parapet The red balls are so poisonous that not even sparr… A bottle and two glasses just one with water Lately it has been raining moderately SHORT STORY Maintenance of 70/80s in the old workshop The expositor Nightfall ODE TO AGING OR A TRULY EXISTENTIAL POEM Wall drain Courtyard "Rosa, rosae, rosam, rosarum, rosis"...and some th… Tall floor lamp or will it be low belly? Good morning! ...on behalf of the father...the sun...and the hol… Maria da Nazaré with the Tasca Bordallo Team DRIFT Looking out... Cactus 360º My garden's grove TASCA BORDALLO Coppers over the wall wine cellar Meditation Paths Coincidence The chimney pewters The climbing plant always knows its way My porch is my soul's shelter Only strongest insects aren't extinguished by glob…