Portugal, in particular the city of Faro in the south, is a favourite haunt of mine when going abroad, the pace of life, the architenchture and I'd suppose the weather all play their part.
Of course, from the Salazar years, the area also has quite a history, one with which it struggles to cope with to the present day.
My first visit I was in Lisbon and then went to Faro, and when I returned I stayed in Faro itself.
The people I met feature in the poems, some of which are published here. |
The Discovery
Lisbon
A Beggar on a Square in Lisbon
Faro
A Walk in Faro
A Poet in this Hostel Stayed
Old Woman on a Train to Faro
I Saw No Cows in Portugal
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The Return
A Man of the Middle
Thoughts on Visiting the Cathederal in Faro
Statues and Gold are the Glory of God or Man? |