|| THE DANCE || by Bruno Soares

The night is dark, the moon these days does not come out. She appears displaying her greatness before my eyes.

The night is hot, I’m in the middle of a fabulous Alentejo!

The night is beautiful. She knows this, for when she appears, the Olive Trees dance in ecstatic adoration!

It’s night, I’m in Alqueva and she’s the Milky Way !! It was summer!


Bruno Soares: Photos