The first impression is silence. An immense silence. Then, horizons stretching as far as the eye can see. The green of the fields of grain. The tilled or fallow lands. The gray patches of olive groves and cork oak forests. And, over this absolute and indescribable harmony, silence. Always. Only occasionally can the bells of a herd be heard in the distance, on the other side of the dam; or a lark streaks through the warm March afternoon, rising into the sky, mad with freedom. Here, we feel that it is still possible to reconcile with life. To forget everything and start anew. To believe that things happen according to their natural order.
Torrão - Alcácer Do Sal
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