Bindweed- II Birds Bindweed - III Stages of guava paste Poet's Day, 20th October Some events of the day Without dead angles Would you like an old-fashion coffee? Angels can't fly up above the cinema room's ceilin… Unusual sunglasses position Moleskine notebook Today was the day to pick lemons From land to mouth Remembrance of an ex-combatants fraternization lun… "Bread on the table" The corner of unfinished readings LOVING SMILE - LXXII At night the hope of a regenerated world fades awa… While they breastfeed, they don't meow Bindweed - I ODE TO THE VICTIMS OF INTERNATIONAL INCOMPETENCE So many lemons that I've to froze the juice for th… It's time to make the guava marmalade Flowers remind us daily that this world of pervers… LOVING SMILE - 71 Sometimes the working sites of the Lisbon Municipa… Good morning! The brood basks in the sun Monday, still hot morning, a flower smiles to you Mutual support Cooling down A caring mother with her head high Short meeting between Maria da Nazaré and I with t… the poem engraved in crystal shatters when the gla… COLLISION My evening whiskey faded away Succulents in the window (to Maria da Nazaré) Nightfall