Running

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Gonçalo - NGR 16: DON´T DO IT. ISS ME. I´VE ALLREADY DID IT.

Gonçalo - NGR 16: THAT GUITAR ACCORD TOLD, SOMETHING LIKE THIS.

The pulk wire broke

One thing to learn, learn to make knots

You tie it up but as you could. But the pulk has become unbalance to pull.

You could try to wrap a tree trunk or something else to shorten the cable on the other side to swing the sled with balance.

You´re running, seems that in some how you solved the pulk problem.

Lost in space and time.

Lonely girl, living outdoors and from the air. Lonely and lost, homeless, without a roof and walls. Without snuggle, confort and love.

If you had a companion and home you would know where you were and where to go.

Use the GPS to find your location.

Bussola Compass

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Look at the compass, if you have one and then around you. Where is North, South, West...

Look at the map and to where you were before. A cabin, a checking point. 

Look at the race track, to what you have run so far, till the place you think you´re now. Lost in space and time.

You should be now walking over a river, near the starting point, 20 to 30 km northwest the starting point

It´s night now.

Check the point where you are and rest. Tomorrow run run run

You´ll be climbing

On that floor, IT WAS, a good meal, tea, coffee... Nat Geo, many of them...

IT IS

but done in a fresh way to compensate the smile

But if it keeps running, if you keep being there, if you don´t leave, the tower of the mind will loose the pillars of the mind, its structure, orientation, instinct and guidance.

NB

Will take years but the trees will grow. And then they will touch each others. Shouldn´t the fruit trees be a little further away from each other?  

Are those trees already planted in their places, in the places where you would like them to be? 

It´s not good to uproot the trees. What are you planting there?

 

Those lemon trees, shouldn´t be away from those posts?

No one is telling what to do but what they think that could and should be done. Talking and commenting, giving opinions and suggestions. People with some knowledge, experience and wisdom.

Douro´s stone, stone from the Douro, yes. The quarry is located in the "Douro"

Pedra de ouro, stone de ouro, gold stone. Pedra com cor de ouro, gold-colored stone.

Douro, de ouro, of gold, your interpretation was that the stone was from Douro. It is, but what he meant was that the stone is the color of gold. Not Douro or a stone from the Douro.

Rio Douro Douro River

What you should do on the stair to the pool?

Espera que faça vento e frio, que chova, que faça sol e calor, que o tempo passe, que o tempo e a erosão deem o seu toque natural e "artistico" ás escadas.

Wait for it to be windy and cold, rainy, sunny and hot. For time to pass, for time and erosion to give the stairs their natural and "artistic" touch, without detail.

 Or put cement in the grooves and holes that are between the stones. As a last resort, put land and sows grass in those same grooves and holes.

In the place where you built the stairs, the stones of the stairs didn't have to be geometric and perfect.

This will be the work and touch of time. That time will do on those stairs.

It seems to me that the steps of the stairs are a bit high, for common people and specially for the children and women

A light stair

What away to step out if the stones don´t smile at you, if the flowers don't grow and time doesn't pass, but stops

My my my Goodness, my Dalila

Dalila – Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre

Delilah - Wikipedia

Los Pesos

After all the hard work, the floors, walls and the woodwork, the cemente mixing and loading and lately the mason work

Of course he´s already hearing things.

Brave New World

Dying swans, twisted wings Beauty not needed here Lost my love, lost my life In this garden of fear I have seen many things In a lifetime alone Mother love is no more Bring this savage back home Wilderness, house of pain Makes no sense of it all Close this mind, dull this brain Messiah before his fall What you see is not real Those who know will not tell All is lost, sold your souls To this brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world Dragon kings, dying queens Where is salvation now? Lost my life, lost my dreams Rip the bones from my flesh Silent screams laughing here Dying to tell you the truth You are planned and you are damned In this brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world In a brave new world A brave new world Dying swans, twisted wings Bring this savage back home

He´s hearing The Mist´s Sea

The goats from the valley

The shepherds and the tractors

The believers and the priests

and

The depths of darkness

The angels and the demons

The eagles

Ghost of the navigator

I have sailed to many lands Now I make my final journey On the bow I stand, west is where I go Through the night I plough Still my heart, calculate and pray As the compass swings, my will is strong I will not be led astray Mysteries of time, clouds that hide the sun But I know, I know, I know I see the ghosts of navigators, but they are lost As they sail into the sunset, they'll count the cost As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me Take my heart and set it free Carried forward by the waves Nowhere left to run, navigator's son Chasing rainbows all my days, where I go I do not know I only know the place I've been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so Nothing's real until you feel I steer between the crashing rocks The sirens call my name Lash my hands onto the helm Blood surging with the strain I will not fail now As sunrise comes the darkness left behind For eternity I follow on, there is no other way Mysteries of time, clouds that hide the sun But I know, and I know, I know I see the ghosts of navigators, but they are lost As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me Take my heart and set it free Carried forward by the waves Nowhere left to run, navigator's son Chasing rainbows all my days, where I go I do not know I only know the place I've been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so Nothing's real until you feel I see the ghosts of navigators, but they are lost As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me Take my heart and set it free Carried forward by the waves Nowhere left to run, navigator's son Chasing rainbows all my days, where I go I do not know I only know the place I've been Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so Nothing's real until you feel Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

The stones of the Ghost´s Stone House

He will be there listening, receiving and transmitting data.

He left the united states because he was being investigated and wanted for tax evasion.

Then he was prosecuted for espionage in several countries while he was traveling around the world in a van with his wife. 

Some sculpture, statues and flowers in thought?

The Mist´s Gate

None of this makes sense, but we´re good, as we always have been.

Lauren

HI Hello Gorgeous

Yes, I love Iron Maiden, and Steve too