Collection: IMAGINATION

This story is, in fact, the starting point for many others. The brief passage through Ribeira that autumn morning was like all the others. The voice of the lady echoed through the street, whose face I still couldn't make out behind the smoke from the barbecue. “Hot and good”, he proclaimed. Tourists, perplexed by such intensity, stopped to understand what it was all about. 

I sat down so I could enjoy, in addition to the view I already knew, the people. Where did they come from? The tourists, the chestnut seller, the fishermen by the river, the ladies who spread the white sheets on the windows...

In a game of right or wrong that I would never know the answer to, I asked myself whether the chestnut seller secretly liked poetry, or whether the serious fisherman liked to watch romantic comedies.

I stop, contemplate, wander. And then comes Imagination.