Costa da Caparica, Lisboa What had to be added: the wonderful sound of the wings, the ear-cutting screams, mixed with the screams and shouts by children back in the beach, impressed by the view; smell, smell, smell of fish, capturing your nose, hair, future memories, settling down deep in your feet, making you step back and then go forward again, inhale and pack it into little doses, for the "saudade" moments after.. and then the ocean, surrounding the sound of seagulls' wings like an echo. You could lick your lips and taste the salt, and you definitely wanted to get out of the epicentre, but your feet were stuck in the sand. a photo, two.. Meanwhile the sunset didn't have any sound nor smell.. nor taste. Two and a half years after: www.flickr.com/photos/peix/4307056973/