Lisboa id | Stories within the city of the seven hills

The light gently floods the lives and streets, in the morning. Don't ask for permission. As an absolute certainty, it is part of the daily and intimate dance, with the hills. As in a lovers’s meeting, fiery, alienated from the city's routine. Take the shapes and kiss the colors, within the city. People come and go, are, experience, live. The genuine moments, the work, the needs, the quest, as always. Like lost bees, we follow our seemingly uncoordinated path. Within the city, by the river. The sun goes down, as a magnificent escape. The night. The night breaks free. The shadows take shape, live thirsty and smile at the lights. Within the city, by the river that flows to embrace the glorious sea. Júlio Coelho