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I once comforted my girlfriend by telling her of a golden crocodile who whispered the word ‘Portugal’ over and over. The crocodile was gold like the metal, not just in colour, and it was...
Ao longo dos tempos, a referência a Portugal na obra de escritores estrangeiros é frequente e bem reveladora da importância que certos temas da cultura portuguesa têm na disseminação cultural e na própria promoção do país.
Considerando a pertinência do tema na atualidade, o Centro Nacional de Cultura desenvolve o Projecto Portugal visto por escritores estrangeiros contemporâneos, identificando referências, auscultando opiniões e recolhendo depoimentos de escritores do nosso tempo.
Numa primeira fase de recolha de depoimentos, foi dada prioridade a autores de língua inglesa. Foram identificados e selecionados escritores norte americanos (USA e Canadá) ligados ao projeto DISQUIET (Centro Nacional de Cultura e DZANK BOOKS).
Entre os autores selecionados incluem-se escritores, jornalistas e críticos literários, editores e professores de literatura.
I once comforted my girlfriend by telling her of a golden crocodile who whispered the word ‘Portugal’ over and over. The crocodile was gold like the metal, not just in colour, and it was...
Men were singing. There was a group of them -- only men -- and they were singing in harmony. Woven together, their voices were buoyant and sturdy, like a raft I could hop on and ride down the current...
The clouds over one of Lisbon’s seven hills pulse with orange as the sun sets beyond.The marble dome of the basilica of Estrela in shadow. The sun sends its orange rays to fill the space...
Sometimes you just need a break from your own personal reality to see how beautiful the world can be. I’ll take a page from Pessoa when I say that these are my “Confessions, and if in...
NINETEEN-NINETY. We were twenty-nine and about to be married and had taken a year to travel the world before we settled down. We had a house and a surname for our future kids picked out. We had been...
Swallows in the sky like diamondsand I see in them, chasing tail againsta marbled sky,lovers necking in the wind.They scream at the sunbeating heat with velvet strokesof brown peppered wings,an...
I came to Portugal knowing nothing about Portugal except what Sister Fabian wrote on the board when I was in fourth grade in 1956. Of her beautifully handwritten notes that we were to copy into...
Lisbon in June at dusk. From an open window three floors up, a white-haired gentleman in shirtsleeves leans on the sill, elbows clasped, watching us, and other tourists winding around the narrow,...
The ocean today is perfect for suicides said twice by the waiter and translated by a friend from the Portuguese and the water rages over the highest cliffs, the boats dry docked, and no one...
Now clouds dance above the dormant volcano embracing a mountain so tall it creates weather and harpoons in the whaling museum no longer pierce the leviathan’s skin. In former...
Darling, it’s complicated, these arranged royal marriages with the age and language barriers, her long vowels of Portuguese slapped into line by his guttural German. She barely...
And she begins to sing at the Mesa de Frades. Candles illuminate altars of azulejos the blue annunciation and yellow unknown saints, and where do the songs originate - A young girl stands before...
Perhaps all churches should remain open to the heavens and unroofed embracing elements, the swifts flitting through transepts and naves, and all who enter regard an ocean of sky, the rain, an...
for Bartolomeu de Gusmão There is something elegant about the early aviator’s theories of flight - airships fueled by alchemy of ether, an element extracted from the...
I am in my hotel room writing poetry and Antonieta comes in. It is Sunday and I wonder why we can’t skip today. I would make my own bed or leave it undone - yet I like how she stacks...
Cinemateca Portuguesa - Museu do Cinema 23 Dez 2024 | 19h00
Hotel Meliá Lisboa Oriente 25 Dez 2024 | 11h30
Galeria Zé dos Bois 25 Dez 2024 | 23h00