What do you see down there?
At the end of all…
Light or night?
Cloud, carousel, or paper boats?
Do you see the dream, the path?
Do you see courage and bravery?
See the angry dragon
or just the salty sea?
What drawings have scratched on the palms of your hands.
Sailor, shoemaker, poet…
Trickster or goofy?
Maybe a dancer…
What did fate want?
You know that life doesn’t wait
For whom chose a chair
to sit for a lifetime.
Well, get on our boat and the wind is free.
We have the eyes of a child… and the heart of a pirate.
Here we do things impossible to imagine
We get Rabbits in top hats and spells to enchant.
We make films, cinema, visual fantasies.
We say light, camera, action
and other things like that.
In America Rock and Roll
In Lisbon we listen to Fado
That this is not Hollywood…
It’s a little further side.