The roof weights tons. A lot of wood there.
Winter is here, and it will be one more that will pass without noticing. Everything is the same, in the same place lost in time, nothing has changed, nothing has been done.
Walls and a roof were built, without having made sketches, drawings, paintings, calculations and architectural and life projects. Butt the art and ingenuity of it, that these things were not done, was all the time spent in it, all the work we did, all the joy and pleasure of building a home, our own home. Definitely one of the greatest goals and achievement in our life. With this art and ingenuity in our hands, in our hearts and souls, we won't spend one more winter outside in the cold but inside four walls and under a roof.
Butt for it we had to have, means, materials and tools. And most of all the will, the will to carry it on.
When The Saints Go Marching In
We are trav'ling in the footsteps Of those who've gone before But we'll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited) On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)
O when the saints go marching in When the saints go marching in O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the moon turns red with blood When the moon turns red with blood O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in On that hallelujah day On that hallelujah day O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in O when the trumpet sounds the call O when the trumpet sounds the call O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in Some say this world of trouble Is the only one we need But I'm waiting for that morning When the new world is revealed When the revelation (revolution) comes When the revelation (revolution) comes O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the rich go out and work When the rich go out and work O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When the air is pure and clean When the air is pure and clean O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When we all have food to eat When we all have food to eat O Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marching in When our leaders learn to cry When our leaders learn to cry O Lord I want to be in that number
When the saints go marching in
Wintering outside in a tent and looking through the windows to see what those two are doing inside.
We´ll spend some time outside, to marvel at winter, to live winter wonderland. To feed our animals and to hunt them.
Carry on Live in Dramático de Cascais, aside Lisbon
RTP
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