Portuguese seagull feeder
Filipe Bonito
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If a seagull came to bring me the sky of Lisbon, in the photograph you took, in that sky where the gaze is a wing that does not fly, it dies and falls into the sea.
If a seagull came to bring me the sky of Lisbon, in the photograph you took, in that sky where the gaze is a wing that does not fly, it dies and falls into the sea.