Pedro Seromenho - A Cidade Que Queria Viver no Campo

She was born a little house. And whenever spring visited her, her lap blossomed. But when people arrived, the green skirt she wore began to transform. The houses stretched, the streets widened into avenues, and the windows opened slightly with the breath of the stories that lived within. In one of those windows, there was a boy who spent entire afternoons talking with his friend. Until the day he had to leave.