While chasing a dream



Image by Francisca Ribeiro


Oh, the chimes are sounding,
and they echo wildly off the canyon walls.
This is wild land humming.
These are ancient songs that fill my body.

Oh, the light is astounding.
Its golden lashes sweep the old growth.
This is my joy spiraling.
These are my spoils for simply breathing.

Still, with all my faults,
I draw my breath from an ancient earth.

Oh the light is astounding,
like a sulfur cloud amongst these stately pines.
I could hold my gaze as stead,
and in a thousand years we’d verily think the same.

Still, with all my faults,
I draw my breath from an ancient earth.
For what it’s worth,
I draw my breath from an ancient earth.

CHIMES by Bowerbirds

*Merry Christmas*




* we wish you a bright Christmas * with warm hearts * among your loved ones *

The silent downfall








The silent downfall of Portugal, what was once prospering is now falling apart, the crisis came down hard and now we ask the question: will Portugal rise again?

Tales of Hope




The opening is already next Friday and I hope the friends that are close can join us!
Esperamos a vossa preciosa visita!!

Galeria 102 – Correio do Ribatejo
Rua Serpa Pinto nº102, 
Santarém, PT

Autumn Blues, part 2








Autumn brings grey weather and depression is close but, if you stop and look you will see it's beauty and joy will fill your heart again.

By Jens Selin