The layers of hills overlooking shadows of a past conquering spirit separated by the seas, connected by the seas. Same seas, different times. Timeless seas shaping hills, or the other way around? The vastness of sea horizons lying in front of Lisboa, decorated with so many shades of blues that observers get lost in them, dreaming away or just trying to forget, a past or evading present. My Lisboa or Lisboa that belonged to someone else? Maybe I belonged to Lisboa once before,