Alentejo

Alentejo Imagine, this landscape that stretches out With even sized knolls like a sea that suddenly dried Leaving behind its contours It is a pleasant landscape with grazing animals often Looking languished under the sky That in winters clouds form like asperitas aping The non-existent seas` moving illusion Summer in Alentejo is mostly a vast blue sky with Tiny white clouds hurry across before they are Blitzed by the fierce sun. But most of the time it a place that dos not Pretend greatness, its ease gives it dignity