Category Archives: Creative Writing

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”

In Portugal’s embrace, where the Tagus gently flows,I ventured forth to learn what whispered history knows,Of a poet enigmatic, Fernando Pessoa’s name,Whose words ignited fires in the heart’s poetic flame. Beneath Lisbon’s golden sun, in Alfama’s ancient streets,I sought the traces of Pessoa’s literary feats,Amidst the fado’s mournful song, I found his soul’s embrace,In theContinue reading “Pessoa”

Upon Portugal’s shores, I cast my gaze,Where time’s embrace hath left its ancient trace,A thousand years, as if in a time’s maze,I find myself in awe of this grand place. The golden sun, with its eternal kiss,Awakens echoes of a distant age,The cobblestone streets, a timeless abyss,Whisper tales of an antique, bygone stage. In Lisbon’sContinue reading “Bygone Stage”

From trusted halls where labor’s bonds were tied,A loyal servant, faithful and upright,Betrayed by hands that once stood by my side,My service rendered worthless in their sight. In whispered secrets, trust I did bestow,Now, falsehood’s venom poisons my soul,A dagger’s thrust, my ego’s final blow,My steadfast devotion they did cajole. Though darkness falls, the dawnContinue reading “Rendered Worthless”