Just a few long-delayed pictures from my trip to Lisbon a year and a half ago. It was a rainy reprieve from the sun and heat of Abu Dhabi. The tiles are classically Portuguese.
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- Gary Scudder
- Burlington, Vermont, United States
- As Lucinda Williams reminds us: "In the silence of the roses Words fell"
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"The dead! The dead who loved me in my childhood. Whenever I remember them, my whole soul shivers and I feel exiled from all hearts, alone in the night of myself, weeping like a beggar before the closed silence of all doors."
Fernando Pessoa,
"Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?"
Virgil, Aeneid
Marcel Proust, Remembrance of Things Past
"This is the way the gods ordained the destiny of men, to bear such burdens in our lives, while they feel no affliction."
Homer, The Iliad
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- Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
- Francois-Rene de Chateaubriand, Memoirs from Beyond the Tomb
- William Carter, Marcel Proust: A Life
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