As autumn
starts dawning her cold sunsets on me, my soul is covered in a bitter-sweet
home-sick feeling. I keep thinking of the waves breaking, of the sunset that
burnt my film, of the surfers and surfboard, of their smiles and jokes, of me
back there, in Baleal, Portugal.
I keep
going over the things that happened and I crave a return. This was the third time
I went there and I fell in love all over again. This place is never the same…
Before I left home I made sure to get my
disposable camera. The other days I developed the photos and I can say that I
am utterly in love with them.
Baleal on
film.
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