Art students...

Gato em telhado do Porto...Cat on a Porto roof...

No comment...Sem comentários...

O velho e o novo - os dois lados da rua... The old and the new - both sides of the street...

Jovens artistas do Porto celebrando o Dia Mundial do Teatro...Young Oporto artists celebrating World Theater Day...

I believe that in a great city, or even in a small city or a village,
a great theater is the outward and visible sign of an inward and
probable culture.
Laurence Olivier

Remembrance of things past...

Lady in black...

Lady in black

All in black and covered hair,
She walked in long and quick strides;
A peculiar and energetic old pace,
Hands dangling on her sides
And a sense of urgency in her face,
Determined to get quickly somewhere…
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Escultura (Sculpture) - Praça da Batalha, Porto...

Montras de mercearia tradicional...Traditional grocery store windows...

flowers inside
looking through a glass window
crying to be out.
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Poesia e Primavera... Poetry and Spring...

Furu ike ya

kawazu tobikomu

mizu no oto

Matsuo Basho

The old pond,

A frog jumps in:

Plop!

Translated by Alan Watts

Into the ancient pond

A frog jumps

Water’s sound!
Translated by D.T. Suzuki

The old pond;

A frog jumps in —

The sound of the water.
Translated by Robert Aitken

Love After Love

The time will come

When with elation,

You will greet yourself arriving

At your own door, in your own mirror,

And each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here. Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your Self.

Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart

To Thyself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes.

Peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

Some good poetry links:

http://www.poems.com/today.htm

http://www.poems.com/archive.htm

http://www.poets.org/

http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets.htm

Flores, é claro… Flowers, of course…

First day of spring

First day of spring--

I keep thinking about
the end of autumn.

Matsuo Basho
Translated by Robert Hass

Bored...

"Until one has loved an animal
a part of one's soul remains unawakened"
Anatole France

Escultura (Sculpture) na Praça dos Poveiros, Porto...

Let's go to the Opera...

"I have always believed that opera is a planet where the muses work together, join hands and celebrate all the arts."
Franco Zeffirelli

O primeiro Domingo quente... The first warm Sunday...

A G.A.D.G. (15 de Abril, 1908 – 11 de Março, 1989)

Haiku to my father

I wish you were here
And you could tell me once more
The stories you told.
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Coimbra - Universidade...

Tempus fugit or the same roses a few days later...

Rose haiku

My aging roses,
punished by Winter and time,
are still beautiful.

Ciudad Rodrigo...

Cavalos...Horses...

Where in this world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy, beauty without vanity? Here, where grace is laced with muscle, and strength by gentleness confined. He serves without servility; he has fought without enmity. There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent; there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient. England's past has been borne on his back. All our history is his industry; we are his heirs, he is our inheritance. Ladies and Gentlemen: The HORSE!
Robert Duncan's "Tribute to the Horse"
(Read at the conclusion of every Horse of the Year show in London)

Linha da Beira Alta... Beira Alta Railroad Line...

Train

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step

Around a pile of mountains,
And, supercilious, peer
In shanties by the sides of roads;
And then a quarry pare

To fit its sides, and crawl between,
Complaining all the while
In horrid, hooting stanza;
Then chase itself down the hill

And neigh like Boanerges;
Then, punctual as a star,
Stop - docile and omnipotent -
At its own stable door.

Emily Dickinson