On the edge of the known world

Salt in my mouth, wind on my face, I stand above the Atlantic, cliffs plunging from the green of Sintra to the endless blue.
Somewhere out here, ancient geographers once drew a trem…

Salt in my mouth, wind on my face, I stand above the Atlantic, cliffs plunging from the green of Sintra to the endless blue.
Somewhere out here, ancient geographers once drew a trem…