Author Archives: Hayden Coombs

In Sintra’s realm, where mystic fogs enshroud,A fairy-tale unfolds in every glen,With palaces and castles gently endowed,As if dreamt into existence by men. Upon the hill, a palace fair doth rise,Pena, in vibrant colors brightly dressed,Where Moorish echoes linger in the skies,A historic treasure on Lisbon’s crest. Through Sintra’s woods, enchanted whispers flow,In Sintra’s gardens,Continue reading “Enchanted Whispers”

Tagus whispers soft,Lisbon’s heart by waterside,Peace in its embrace.

In Lisbon’s heart, a time-worn treasure lies,Livraria Bertrand, where knowledge never dies,The oldest bookstore in the world’s embrace,A sanctuary of stories, an intellectual space. With history’s whispers upon each shelf,A literary haven, where hearts find themselves,Founded in 1732, the world it’s seen,Pages filled with dreams, both old and keen. Worn wooden floors and antique tomes,InContinue reading “Bertrand”

In Belem’s heart, by the Tagus’ serene flow, A pastry’s secret, a tale to bestow, The “Pasteis de Belem,” a sweet delight, A Portuguese treasure, a pure culinary sight. From ancient ovens, where secrets reside, Flaky layers, golden-brown and wide, Custard, a treasure, creamy and smooth, The “Pasteis de Belem,” a taste to soothe. InContinue reading “Pasteis de Belém”

In Alentejo’s hold, where sun does kiss,The rolling plains with golden light aglow,Where olive groves in verdant beauty bliss,And cork oaks stand like sentinels in row. Thy Roman temple, noble and so grand,A sentinel of time, stands proud and tall,As if to guard the secrets of this land,In shadowed past, where ancient voices call. ThyContinue reading “Verdant Beauty Bliss”

In Lisbon’s heart, where golden sunsets kiss,A tapestry of beauty softly weaves,Pastel hues embrace each cobbled street’s bliss,Where ancient tales still whisper through the leaves. From Belem’s tower to Alfama’s grace,The city’s soul in fado’s notes reside,With saudade’s touch, emotions interlace,In labyrinthine alleys, dreams abide. The Tagus flows, an elegant blue thread,As castle walls preserveContinue reading “Meu Propósito”

Cristo Rei stands tall,Guarding Lisbon’s shores with love,Faith in stone and soul.

In Praça de Giraldo, life’s vibrant flow,Where stories intertwine, where hearts aglow.Cafés and fountains, a lively scene’s array,In Evora’s heart, where night turns into day. The Temple of Diana, a relic from the past,Roman echoes in stone, a steadfast mast.Standing through the ages, an ancient wonder’s hold,Time’s silent sentinel, as histories unfold. Capela dos Ossos,Continue reading “Évora”