Briefing

Landing in Porto has a good effect on me. I like to come out of the plane and sense the smell of gravel. It feels like coming home. The city always welcomes me with bad weather, though. Even if the whole week has been sunny. It was nice to be in Porto. To walk in the beach, to be with friends. To watch a tv debate with my parents, how Carilho crumbled down tied by his own arguments and personality. To see my brother coming home eager of learning and seat on the couch in the same way as my father does. To look at the shadows in the big walls of the Batalha cinema on a Sunday evening while listening two men playing a known song.

Longe fica a rua onde eu te vi. E a vida pode recomeçar.

Fado de uma rua qualquer, Jorge Cruz, álbum Sede. Cantado por outro.