Fátima

Shrine of Our Lady of Fátima

Fátima

Fátima

Fátima, Cave of Moeda (3)

Fátima, Cave of Moeda (4) .............................................. https://www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/332334

Grutas de Mira de Aire (1)

Grutas de Mira de Aire (2)

Grutas de Mira de Aire (3)

Grutas de Mira d'Aire (4) ...................................... Still looking for lost people - look unrelentingly. "They died" is not an utterance in the syntax of life Where they belonged, no «belong» - reanimate them Not minding if the still living turn away, casually. Winds ruck up its skin so the sea tilts from red-blue To blue-red: into the puckering water go his ashes Who was steadier than these elements. Thickness Of some surviving thing that sits there, bland. Its Owner's gone nor does the idiot howl - while I'm Unquiet as a talkative ear. Spring heat, a cherry Tree's fresh bronze leaves fan out and gleam - to Converse with shades, yourself become a shadow. The souls of the dead are the spirit of language: You hear them alight inside that spoken thought. by Denise RILEY, at "LONDON REVIEW OF BOOKS", Volume 36, Number 10, 22 May 2014 (post 1st edition, 2014; 2nd edition, 2020)