I always remember being enveloped by shapes and colors when I had a flat surface in front of me, hanging on a wall, covered with paint.

I have long admired, through illustrations, the famous paintings that make us dream of high flights, amazing dives, and dizzying races.

Years ago I started collecting moments in each one I see in front of my eyes, like a piece of dream in the form of reality.

Be it Velasquez, Las meninas, at the Prado in Madrid. The small gaze, dressed in white, but so large, of a child who finds herself surrounded by such attention that even the painter himself is present and portrayed in his brushstroke scenery.

Whether it is Bosch, Hieronymus, Garden of Delights, an idyllic triptych inspired by Dante, also in Madrid, El Prado, where one observes a myriad of simultaneous and fantastical events that allow us to linger for a long time observing medieval details and characters and which is now, in replica form, hanging in my hallway here at home.

Be it DaVinci, Leonardo, in the Louvre in Paris, several paintings within reach of our eyes, staring back at us, right there at our feet, the faces of an epoch that look back at us from the top of its magnificence so simple that it dazzles us with its grandeur.

Be it Guggenheim, Bilbao, fantastic temporary exhibitions and la Maman in the form of a giant spider from the top of its nine meters high, sculpted in three dimensions that portrays, outside the museum, motherhood in the form of the protection given by the paws of the mother for the sake of her offspring, always and forever.

Be it the Picasso Museum in Barcelona, where you can see the reverse course of the great master who began by drawing in such detail that he ended his life boldly simplifying all the figures he began by seeing just like portraits.

Be it Buckingham, a palace in London that we visited in August by royal decree at the disposal of the subjects for their delight and rejoicing. Walk down corridors of history and art with all the dynasties looking back at us from within frames that adorn the faces of times gone by.

Whether it is Sintra, Regaleira in the shape of a Quinta with magical charm and figures and shapes out of mysticism for our near world, within reach of the eyes and mind that walks through gardens and down elliptical staircases towards a depth full of meaning and History.

Be it Lisbon, so full of smells and music that even the museums and paintings lead us to sing, in our imagination, the Fado of our days. Castles and hills that we think are seven but are much more when we can walk through them and enjoy them to infinity, for their simple charms and so full of potential.

Be it Cascais, the Bay, the blue and the boats that take the horizon to places never visited before, but always seen and felt. The Cidadela and the Museum of our Paula that provokes, through expression, a number of emotions from affront to delicacy, through rawness to bluntness.

Whether it is the flowers and colors that cover gardens and streets, markets and balconies, in our Madeira colored by petals and brushstrokes of blue from the sea and green from the fields that, limited by insularity, are unlimited in the endless horizon that we know is giant when we look at it.

Be it the nature that we observe when we witness each sunrise or sunset, the illuminated green fields or the endless beaches of our country by the sea, full of charm and privileges for those who, like us, live and coexist in it.

Be it our country, be it the rest of Europe and the world that begins with us and ends in the whole that only has the size of our will and the look we give to everything that thrills us for its originality and simple grandeur.

Art exists, according to Nietzsche, so that reality does not destroy us.

To me it seems that reality also imitates art so that we can continuously build and mold ourselves in the image of what we feel when we see what touches our minds and hearts.

The truth is that in real estate every consultant gives of themselves all that they are.

We can accompany with empathy buyers and sellers from anywhere in the world.

We can dialogue with active listening, trying to make dreams come true and to make concrete the very vision of what is idealized by someone who is looking for a home in the shape of walls that we help those who come to us to find.

It is people, not walls, that move us.

It is the ideas that drive us and allow us to grow together and work with common goals, as a team, oriented and systematized for the sake of a constant bet on the future.

We are Amazing by choice, we are all in each one, we are each one in a whole that grows and feeds a system that is at the service of the ideas of those who look for us, more and more, as their first option, the conscious choice of those who know that we will be here, dedicatedly, for those who deserve us the time that is the greatest gift we give to those who deserve us the best.

Today and always, we are a little better, every day. Only and only because we feel, look and think, each one of us, for each one of you.