Brisa Salada.
It is a simple house, full of dreams, colors, where the breeze plays in that dark blue,in that they usually call calm sea ...
Walls wrinkled by years of battle with the sea salt, wrinkled ... That life as full ofbrilliance that played an end after almost a lifetime to live in that house easily.
Walls wrinkled by years of battle with the sea salt, wrinkled ... That life as full ofbrilliance that played an end after almost a lifetime to live in that house easily.
Unfortunately the day came into this life lost its luster, was going slowly subsided asa match about to be eaten. The house was uninhabited, was only the inspiration, an inspiration that I wanted to leave the prison of solitude in which he was trapped.
And there he was, a simple guy looking for a quiet, peaceful, inspiring ... He foundthe house in one of his solitary walks in the mountains, he saw there before themand did not think, in Back then decided that the house would be an ideal place to live and to devote himself to what he really wanted ...
One time, a place, a canvas, colors, a brightness that was slowly lighting up more and more an inspiration and full of dreams and optimism ...
One time, a place, a canvas, colors, a brightness that was slowly lighting up more and more an inspiration and full of dreams and optimism ...
