"We woke up to a rainy day. Looking out the window we could almost feel the humidity landing on our skin. Small smoky clouds embraced the hills that laid ahead on the horizon. Everything exulted a blue state of mind. Even my hair, with its own strokes of mood… Hum…"

"Is it possible to be touched by beauty when looking at a rectangular flat table immersed in a shaded ambience? So deeply that your arms get the chills and the hairs on your neck get bristled?"

"I thought it was a myth. A romantic pairing we only got to see in the American movies. A conductor’s gesture surrounded by voices whispering, the unfolding of night’s theatrical curtain and the pitch-black restlessness of the sea. All mellowed by the moon coloured grains of sand."

"Most people think of Alentejo as a harsh, rotund desert. Where temperatures rise way above the 40ºC on a mid-summer day and the ground itself has nothing to offer except dust and rock solid earth."