Alentejo. Even though I know Alentejo much less than I would like, the truth is that every time I get there I feel free. As if the immensity of the fields, populated by lazy cork oaks, snatched me and held me at its core.

So, for me, Alentejo has the taste of freedom. There, I run through endless fields, watching the sunset on the plains while time lingers on the horizon.

There is much of me who is truly happy in the Alentejo. So, I wanted to do some photos like this, to proof, somehow,  my love for this land that makes me so happy and grateful for being alive.