quinta-feira, 30 de agosto de 2007

Made in... Portugal

Hi guys! I was wondering if you know Portugal, just like me. But it´s impossible. You have to visit Portugal, for example: you have to visit "Alentejo", "Algarve", now known as ALLGARVE, and the Douro Valley. I hope you like the photos. A hug from Porto.

(Rock´s Beach, Portimão, Algarve)


(A typical "aldeia piscatória" in Algarve, is Olhão)

(My city of Espinho, in the North of Portugal, a few years ago. Nowadays is much better)

(A beautiful beach in the south of Portugal, in Alentejo)

(Beach of Baleal, in the south of Portugal)

(Another village in the south of Portugal. Here in the Portugal this type of industry is more familliar then in the other countries, for example: England or France)


(This is one of the places where a novel was filmed here in Portugal, in Algarve. It´s a beautiful beach, surrounded by big rocks)

The gusto seekers

With their staples of beer and firecrackers, they
Recline
In lawn chairs like gods
Enshrined, catching
The ire of motorists late



For "events". Their "cold ones"
Within their grasp, sweat
In a compact cooler
Their fire water of pleasure
Balanced, enhanced with firework



Flurries; Their fire
Of imagination, of Imago
Del, sweating while disdainful
Neighbors deprecate their
Lives of sheer gusto.



Poem written by Floyd Berry

quarta-feira, 29 de agosto de 2007

A few snap shots.

I hope you like the following images. A hug from Portugal to the World.

(Sidney´s Bay)

(Gerês, in Portugal)

(Maputo, Africa)

(Botanique Garden, Oporto, Portugal)

Goodbye gentleness, goodbye Friend

A sentimental eulogy given by a priest.
You would have hated it, called it cheap.
Those new to the room shudder at the sight
Of young death. Your body white
With a chemical dust, helpless to my touch!



Summer outside is mocking as the ice melts
From the banks of St. Louis, patio decks are full
And music is everywhere. Saint Anne is smiling.
Saint Catherine´s a wreck.



They´ve dressed you in your favourite jeans,
Faded blue, flower seams. They´ve tied your hair black
In a silver bow, crossed your arms in a cold
Distant way. I want to reach inside, unfold them,
To see you as you always were: open to anyone´s pain.



Now the organ grinds a final note. The violins
Are hushed; the mourning scatter like windswept motes.



In the lobby Mom´s a shattered stone.
Your brothers fight the sadness. Dad´s a prideful man.
We´re going out for coffee now. No chance for sleep.



Goodbye, gentleness; goodbye friend.


Poem written by Malcom Jacob Firth!

More photos from New York

Here they are: another photos from one of the most beautiful cities in the world, New York. I hope you like them. Enjoy, a hug from Portugal!







quinta-feira, 23 de agosto de 2007

Breathtaking landscapes

In this post I will show the best photos I found about landscapes. I hope you enjoy them! See you later!



(Abrahm´s Creek, USA)



(Cracker Lake 1º, USA)



(Cracker Lake 2º, USA)



(Yellowstone National Park, USA)



(Lake Elisabeth, USA)

The very best time...


(The father)




(The sun)


(The other sun)



(Mummy. Be good Kids!)

Enjoy the photos! See you next time!

quarta-feira, 22 de agosto de 2007

Muy nobre, city of Porto

There, in the loyal city, there where great
Portugal encountered its eternal name.
(So goes the tale), the one who steers the state
Now orders a swift vessel lightly framed

The noble twelve are clothed, quite up to date
In modern arms and garb of great acclaim,
With helmet, crest, and fancy mottoed shield,
And chargers brightly decked to take the field.

(Luís Vaz de Camões, about the city of Oporto)

And now, some beautiful photos! I hope you like them.

(Archs of Miragaia, in Ribeira of Porto)

(Statue of "Infante D. Henrique)

Whoever crosses the river
By the hillside at the quay
Will see a cluster of houses
Stretching towards the sea

If someone comes by bridge
Festive lights will meet his gaze
As you cascade down your slopes

In the midst of a thickening haze

.....

To see you so abandoned
With that muddied grayish tone
And your usual closed look
Of feelings ground down to the bone


(Carlos Tê, in "Porto Sentido")

(Ponte D. Luís at dusk)

(Travessa do Barredo)

The city that doesn´t sleep

Start spreading the news,

I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York.



I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York.



This is really a city that doesn´t sleep. A great friend of mine is working in NY. Is a world inside a world!

terça-feira, 21 de agosto de 2007

More photos from Barcelona

Photo in "Passeo de Gracia"

"La Sagrada Familia" (One of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my life. Is breathless


"La Catedral" (This is a beautiful cathedral in Barcelona. If you ever have the chance to visit Barcelona visit La Catedral)


And finally the famous "La Pedrera", one of the most visited buildings in Barcelona. It was designed by Gaudi! Just for the record: the guy was crazy! But that´s just my opinion! Don´t forget: VISIT BARCELONA!


My first "journey"

Hello, this is my first post at "For Turism & Photo Lovers", and I hope the first of many more. My name is Francisco and I´m from Portugal. I hope you enjoy my site. To criticise or congratulate e-mail me. A huge hug,

Francisco.

My first photos will be Barcelona, then we´ll see!