Ipernity
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Order made art
Sometimes there isn’t other way than to be ordered as to be able to do things. The nice thing is when beauty comes from that order. It’s two things that don’t need to be opposite.
Memories of Lisbon
Those were days of calm, in which I enjoyed knowing and speaking to people of Lisbon. I don’t know how many times I walked through the same square, … as it gave me that feeling of calm, and melancholy. I miss Lisbon.
The Tale of Life
A pilgrimage has always got a very special meaning for our soul. Different for each one. Always something never to be forgotten. Your steps seem to go into a tale, a nice tale that only you can discover. As it is yours. As your life itself.
There is always something special in spreading the wings into the air.
Silence from the past
Lisbon is not a noisy city. But, it may give that impression when one enters this place, these ruins of the Carmo Convent. Suddenly silence is created. What you only hear is one or two birds flying around. All else disappears. And this silence gets inside while walking along the nave.
Even in ruins, one gets peace out of it.
Cafe A Brasileira
What do we look for, when we ask for a simple coffee? For some, the taste. Others, need it to run more and faster. Others, for pure pleasure. Yet others, that nice increase of consciousness. And as well, … that nice company. That one, called friendship.
Fado
Fado is a musical genre, typical of Portugal, and more of Lisbon. It sings about fate, about fatalism, about homesickness. And of course, about enjoying life and how nice it can be. Soon, I discovered that fado is not just music, but part of each portuguese person. It’s part of their souls. And such is their smile.
