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Já não recordo como descobri o Almáa, ou quando, mas as fotos mais antigas que tenho são de Janeiro de 2014. De vez em quando, necessito de me retirar do ambiente onde estou e entrar na serra que tanta energia me dá. Este é o meu local de eleição, pela localização, simplicidade e liberdade que proporciona. A casa em si é fantástica, ainda que eu a tenha conhecido numa fase mais cuidada do que está actualmente. Com grandes espaços, lareiras quentes a cheirar a serra e camas confortáveis. O espaço em redor é onde me perco e onde me encontro. Caminhar pelos carreiros íngremes, cobertos de folhas, sentir a brisa e a humidade na pele, ouvir os pássaros ao meu redor, observar todos os pequenos movimentos e sons que a serra faz. Cada recanto tem para mim um sentido especial e todos são diferentes. Adoro o caminho de baixo que termina numa vista deslumbrante do vale e do Palácio de Monserrate. Gosto muito de sentir o sol quando atravesso o campo aberto, que outrora foi cultivado e onde pastavam ovelhas. E adoro a sensação que me faz vibrar quando chego ao local do tanque. Pura magia. Este tanque fica sempre para o fim dos meus passeios, talvez porque gosto mais de subir do que descer, talvez pelo encantamento que guardo para o final. Aqui, sente-se magia, a magia da água. A conversa da água com as árvores. Ocasionalmente, se me aproximar com cuidado e em silêncio, consigo ver um pássaro ou um pato bravo a levantar voo depois de um banho no tanque. A serra é um local mágico e este é um local onde essa magia se sente, apesar da intervenção humana. Aqui não se trata de natureza pura, mas da forma perfeita como o homem e a natureza conseguem criar laços.
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I no longer remember how I discovered Almáa, or when, but the oldest photos I have are from January 2014. Every once in a while, I need to retreat from my surroundings and enter the mountain that gives me so much energy. This is my place of choice for its location, simplicity and freedom. The house itself is fantastic, although I have met it at a more careful stage than it currently is. With large spaces, warm mountain-smelling fireplaces and comfortable beds. The space around is where I get lost and where I find myself. Walk the steep, leafy paths, feel the breeze and dampness on my skin, hear the birds around me, watch all the small movements and sounds the saw makes. Each nook has a special meaning for me and all are different. I love the downhill trail that ends in stunning views of the valley and Monserrate Palace. I love to feel the sun when I cross the open field, which was once cultivated and where sheep grazed. And I love the feeling that makes me vibrate when I get to the tank site. Pure magic. This tank is always at the end of my tours, perhaps because I like to go up rather than down, maybe because of the enchantment I keep for the end. Here, one feels magic, the magic of water. The talk of water with the trees. Occasionally, if I approach carefully and silently, I can see a bird or an angry duck take off after a bath in the tank. The mountain is a magical place and this is a place where this magic feels, despite human intervention. This is not about pure nature, but about the perfect way that man and nature can bond.
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I no longer remember how I discovered Almáa, or when, but the oldest photos I have are from January 2014. Every once in a while, I need to retreat from my surroundings and enter the mountain that gives me so much energy. This is my place of choice for its location, simplicity and freedom. The house itself is fantastic, although I have met it at a more careful stage than it currently is. With large spaces, warm mountain-smelling fireplaces and comfortable beds. The space around is where I get lost and where I find myself. Walk the steep, leafy paths, feel the breeze and dampness on my skin, hear the birds around me, watch all the small movements and sounds the saw makes. Each nook has a special meaning for me and all are different. I love the downhill trail that ends in stunning views of the valley and Monserrate Palace. I love to feel the sun when I cross the open field, which was once cultivated and where sheep grazed. And I love the feeling that makes me vibrate when I get to the tank site. Pure magic. This tank is always at the end of my tours, perhaps because I like to go up rather than down, maybe because of the enchantment I keep for the end. Here, one feels magic, the magic of water. The talk of water with the trees. Occasionally, if I approach carefully and silently, I can see a bird or an angry duck take off after a bath in the tank. The mountain is a magical place and this is a place where this magic feels, despite human intervention. This is not about pure nature, but about the perfect way that man and nature can bond.
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