“A luz vinha (...) e ficava no ar, parada por um momento,
A ver a terra passar
No seu térreo movimento.” Lisboa, Miguel Torga.
Oftentimes, it takes us buckets of tears, sweat and (literally) blood before we achieve what we want in life. But so long as it means waking up the next day to a morning as majestic and picturesque as this, I would not mind fighting till I shed the last b