Lissabon

I say ‘Lisbon’
When I arrive from the south and cross the river
And the city opens up as if born from its name
It opens and rises in its nocturnal vastness
In its long shimmering of blue and of river
In its rugged body of hills – ...
Lisbon with its name of being and nonbeing
With its meanders of astonishment insomnia and shacks
And its secret theatre sparkle
Its masklike smile of intrigue and complicity
While the wide sea stretches westward
Lisbon swaying like a sailing ship
Lisbon cruelly built next to its own absence ...

(Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen) 

Unterwegs in den Gassen der Bairro Alto

Neuer Fassadenanstrich

Im Burginnenhof

Schöne Aussichten ...

Unsere Reisen

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