The morning, caught up me in the woods of Ribatejo , a little stunned by the purity of the cold air that one can breath there... I stumbled upon part of the herd of Ti Armindo. The sheep walk in total freedom, knowing the paths they quietly walk all day in search of better pasture. Nothing bother their placid existence ... except perhaps the unexpected presence of someone like me, whose smell is unfamiliar to them. Yet there is more curiosity than fear in their attitude. After all the land is theirs, as it is the little piece of sky they can see through the treetops, the stones rolling beneath their hooves and the grass that mitigates their hunger.