The Moors Castle seen from the Sintra Village
LOVING SMILE - 57
Step by step
There is too much wasteland in Lisbon yet
Trees are old and stones older yet
BEACHCOMBER
There are lucky people! or will it be wealth?
Dome
NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
Weeper Capuchin
This year the owner is prepared to paint the gate…
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The sun fisherman
Seahorse
Waiting Room
A small garden between Benfica's blocks - XIII
Orangutan
The pianist
PAINTING
Golden monkey
Here life doesn't need a stage
It's said that in this restaurant at Cabriz/Sintra…
"PERSEGUIDOS"
"Oui j'irai dimanche à Orly.
MORNING
When I walk around here I remember the "High Noon"…
Good morning everybody! Have a magic day!
PORTABLE BARBECUE
Since electric trottinettes are operating, the GIR…
You want to sleep: get rid of the noise, and
A small garden between Benfica's blocks - XII
I don't know if God was ever needed for the Mankin…
Winter flowers
SLEEPING
COUNTDOWN
Love cabin (my title)
The light surprised me in such a way that I went t…
THE LAND
The white front will overcome the blue sky
Ana Cristina CESAR
A small garden between Benfica's blocks - XI
When I have fears that I have to cease
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this photo by Armando Taborda
and so often
love
a hell so cold
in the ashes of your blood
still my veins' shadow
I soak my feet in the night of darkness
and I know that orchards no long believe in Spring
I'm a homeland where I don't exist
///
e tantas vezes
o amor
um inferno tão frio
nas cinzas do teu sangue
ainda a sombra das minhas veias
molho os pés na noite do escuro
e sei que os pomares já não acreditam na primavera
sou uma pátria onde não existo
by Dinis MOURA, in his FB page 24.01.2019
(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2019)
(photograph taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)
love
a hell so cold
in the ashes of your blood
still my veins' shadow
I soak my feet in the night of darkness
and I know that orchards no long believe in Spring
I'm a homeland where I don't exist
///
e tantas vezes
o amor
um inferno tão frio
nas cinzas do teu sangue
ainda a sombra das minhas veias
molho os pés na noite do escuro
e sei que os pomares já não acreditam na primavera
sou uma pátria onde não existo
by Dinis MOURA, in his FB page 24.01.2019
(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2019)
(photograph taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)
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