Can’t See The Trees For The Wood
What’s around me, I can’t see, After all, I’m just a tree.
I can’t see the Trees for the Wood
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Tag Archives: Portugal
Devo ficar ou devo ir? (Shall I stay or shall I go?)
One Grafitti, Two Grafitti,
Three Grafitti, Four.
Five Grafitti, Six Grafitti,
Seven Graffiti, Raw.
View from Faro Station
Black Puddings From Portugal – Postage paid for only 68 cents!
Portugal today launched it’s bid to corner the World market in Black Pudding, by introducing an unbelievably generous offer to send a Black Pudding anywhere in the World, by Air Mail, for an incredible 68 cents. (0,68 Euros)
This price includes an envelope, in which you can send a greeting to the happy recipient of the pudding.
As a life-time lover of this delicious concoction of boiled pigs blood, fat, and spices, I am, of course delighted, and wish this campaign every success.
Black Pudding From Guarda
Tabuas Doggerel
In a place I know
It seems time forgot
Where folks smile, and laugh
Despite their lot
On a hillside high
Eucalyptus grow
A majestic sweep
To the valley below
A small cafe
A lovely man
Working every hour
Doing what he can
A young lady sits
Where shade still plays
Stitching beauty
On most days
The crack of Diario
Held in tight fist
One more fly
That is rarely missed
A tractor roars
A badly-parked car
A flock of goats
Rutting on the tar
Giant cabbages
In strong brown arms
A girl that smiles
Her innocence charms
Some English sit
Exchange the day
Watch life unfold
Both work and play
A fountain proud,
In a time of need
As taps run dry
No clouds to feed
In a place I know
High on a hill
In a different life
I’d be there still
joesportugal 