an exceptional view of pico and são jorge from our flight to NY – peacefull and almost unattainable, like two silent companions in a long mission.
capelinhos volcano also known in the past as the mistery capelinhos woke up on september 27, 1957 and only a year later went asleep, changing the life of many people in the island. nowadays is an amazing manifestation of earth itself by its aridity and absence of life contrasting the abundant green of the rest of azores.
how green was my valley?
no man is an island, entire of itself, every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. if a clod be washed away by the sea, europe is the less. as well as if a promontory were. as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were: any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. john donne, 1624
there is a constant in everyone born in the island, the dream that growths beyond the quiet line of the horizon on the hope of a new life.
last month we went to paris. it wasn’t our first time, but yet it was certainly the first time we really enjoy the city as locals. clichy is a famous neighborhood known to have a lot of sex-shops and the monumental moulin rouge. who don’t remember nicole kidman playing a courtesan from moulin rouge? memorable. in contrast to this sexy and electric place, just by the straight street on the right side of the moulin rouge we can get to the montmartre were amélie poulain will always live in our minds and hearts.