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Soon after I was born, my parents moved to the South Florida area, and I've lived here ever since (with a few years of living in both Portugal and Brazil in my younger days).

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As soon as the news of the Cabot voyages reached the King of Portugal he arranged to send an expedition of discovery to the far north-west, perhaps to find a northern sea route to Eastern Asia.

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The commerce of India does not grow, nor does that of Portugal, or of Turkey; that but that of the protected countries does increase, as has been shown in the case of Spain, and can now be shown in that of Germany.

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Portugal is a high hill with a white watch tower on it flying signal flags. It is apparently inhabited by one man who lives in a long row of yellow houses with red roofs, and populated by sheep who do grand acts of balancing on the side of the hill.

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Dunbar

This signal of your love and this signal of my muse,
It was joy when i heard of your words!
And like a visit to Lagos in Portugal,
But, i had the same experience in Lagos (Nigeria) some years ago.

Heavy metals and simple words,
Down the riverside to wait for you;
And like Dunbar your friend in the land of many waters!
But, thousands of flowers and candles are needed over here like,
The soft meat in the land of sweet songs!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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God-Worship

Statues in competitions allover the world!
With one higher than the other from country to country;
But this act is god-worship.
22m High Statue in 'Maratea' (Italy) ,
25m High Statue in 'Cusco' (Peru) ,
27m High Statue in 'Dili' (East Timor) ,
28m High Statue in 'Lissabon' (Portugal) ,
30m High Statue in 'Cochabanba' (Bolivia) ,
And 38m High Statue in 'Swiebodzin' (Poland) ,
All in the name of competition around this world;
But this act is god-worship.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Evocação

Em dias de sol quente,
ardente,
muitos abraçam-no, de repente.
Alguns deleitam-se
num doce olhar.
Outros permanecem com ele,
bem longe, a orar!

Com seu ar majestoso,
por vezes ocioso,
reporta aventuras,
bravuras, feitos de outrora,
que a história regista
a perder de vista
e nele se demora!

Ao sentir-se agitado,
rodopia
cansado de não ser respeitado.
Faz apelos, deixa avisos

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poem by Maria C. Costa
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September Rain

September Rain (sonnet)

Most days, on my way to the bar or grocery shop,
I walk past an old man who sits in the shade of
an oak, on a creaky sofa that has lost its place in
the lounge. I usually stop and talk to him, he can’t
remember me from one day to the next, tells me
the same story about his parents, and where he
grew up; Portugal of yore. He isn’t here today, only
the mantle, he wraps around himself when there
is a chill in the air, is flung on the old sofa; a zephyr
whispers that he will not be back. “Will I be that old?
I ask the waning sun. I sit on a sofa on the terrace,
a blanket wrapped around my shoulders, scan the sky,
in the vale where I live and my parents too lived,
we wait for September rain.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Blood is thicker than water

Remember the days we shared a slice of bread
Dipped in a chicken gravy bowl.
Unfortunately bones got wings and flew away.
Remember the days we shared a tiny bed with bugs.
A winter; We stranded in Portugal
No heater; the cheap room rented in the upper Lisbon Railway station.
Still I hear that mysterious train hoots of our hard times.
Hardly I breath now and sadness hugs me secretly.
But you are no more, my loving brother!
You are my intimate friend and I think of you deeply
While waiting at a solitary station till my crawling train comes.

* To my deceased younger brother Rohan! Once we traveled together in Europe under the same tattered sky without an aim.And I never forget your precious soup that made from throw away rotten tomatoes.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The wintry alarm echoed

It's a winter morning in Portugal.
The Sun was faintly visible like moon in hibernation.
In the capital Lisbon I was standing in a queue for hours.
A girl with a Red Jacket who came to the halt hurriedly?
We smiled each other like old familiar friends.
I wanted to tell her that I appreciate her visiting.
I was sure that she insisted on my accompanying her.
The Tram came and she got in.
It's not my destination and I remained.
Before she leaves whispered something in Portuguese.
She must have told that I love you.
Later on I inquired the meaning from my cobbler friend who speaks little English?
Her dialect meant I am already married.
I wanted to tell her the other day when I meet her that I am also married.
Matrimony is a strong bond.
Isn't it?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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