Lisbon waterfront: Sunday
Lisbon waterfront: Sunday
Palácio de Monserrate
Jardim de Monserrate
Jardim de Monserrate
Dome in glass mosaic, Eduardo Nery
"La Arquitectura debe hablar de su tiempo y lugar,…
V(ictory)
Manoel de Oliveira born December 11, 1908 is a Por…
It was a cold day
Golden Times
The bored horse jumped from the exhibition to the…
L'homme le temps l'espace
Ego
Merry Christmas
La vie est...
2015
Enjoy Life!
The city is sleeping but the sky ..
Behind bars
Diário de Notícias, 8 janeiro de 2015
Help !! The duck is dizzy!
Golden reflexions
Where the land ends abruptly at the ocean
“SURF MADE IN PORTUGAL”
Poetry and awnings
Poetry and awnings
Looking out of the grate
La chemise et le bateau … Un rêve...
"Rua Cor de Rosa" Pink Street deserted!
Pink Street after rain
The world upside down
… left-right…right-left ...
The Tagus leads to the world (Alberto Caeiro), Fer…
Hidden Lisbon
The sunset is wonderful
Drawings and Awnings
Drawings and Awnings
Drawings and Awnings
Confidence!
Preoccupation!
...With expressions of joy
...Playing
...Throwing their instruments up in the air
...With slogans and posters
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By Sara Miller
I wish I could keep my thoughts in order
and my ducks in a row.
I wish I could keep my ducks in a thought
or my thoughts in a duck.
My point is that we all exist, wetly, in the hunt.
The ducks are aware of this
in their own way, which is floating.
The way of the mind is brevity.
There may be other thoughts on other days
in the minds of other and better men
and their constant companions, the women,
but these same tidy capsules — never.
This is just one of the things
I noticed about my thoughts
as they passed easefully by.
Thanks a lot, Steve
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