Portugal, Lisbon, Tagus, Calcada, Waterfront
The Tagus Seafront Walking Corridor
Art in three S: stone, steel, sky! Explore, wonder, vibrate, dissolve! Forever and ever chose to fade into blue. Why do infinity and cotton-like clouds feel so walkable here? Is this corridor a trap or a call to freedom?
Belem, the Emblematic
Empires need a selfie! Chess figures rush toward the "last dance". Climbing, climbing, climbing, questions still unearthened. Infinity beneath your foot, or wishful thinking? Who remembers the ships that sailed away, heavy with dreams and plunder? Elaborate. Collaborate. Colossal tides of thought await your contribution. 
Empires need a selfie! Chess figures rush toward the "last dance". Climbing, climbing, climbing, questions still unearthened. Infinity beneath your foot, or wishful thinking? Who remembers the ships that sailed away, heavy with dreams and plunder? Elaborate. Collaborate. Colossal tides of thought await your contribution.
Historical Dominance
Collages of manicured gardens. Ornate facades glowing with power. Domes and arches screaming empire. A mosaic underfoot sends waves of singularity. What empires built this ground? Art as conquest. Yet, somehow beauty bites back.
Collages of manicured gardens. Ornate facades glowing with power. Domes and arches screaming empire. A mosaic underfoot sends waves of singularity. What empires built this ground? Art as conquest. Yet, somehow beauty bites back.
Colonial Portugal
I see the plot! It is we, the co-citizens who keep writing the story. A claimed destiny over lost souls of the colonial past. Who dares to question the glory? Gardens and serpents. Something pulses alive. A phychedellic closure.
Heartbeats of Modernism
Is modernism the heart or the scar? I believe. This stage is built for soul sailors. Cut the nonsense. Scotty, it is Olysses' town. Let us climb stones and miracles. Emblems versus time. Smallness or greatness? Never stop walking and thinking.
Repurposed Car Bars
A wide promenade that leaves no space for doubt. A bridge in the distance between you and feeling good. Yes, cars can mock progress. Reuse becomes rebellion. Art sips cocktails. Red and black? Red and white? Drink to the ghosts of endless possibilities.
A wide promenade that leaves no space for doubt. A bridge in the distance between you and feeling good. Yes, cars can mock progress. Reuse becomes rebellion. Art sips cocktails. Red and black? Red and white? Drink to the ghosts of endless possibilities.
The Port
As in every port, the question repeats: memories or merchandise? Rust or rest? No ripples, for sure, so let us dream big, and party a bit. Empty beauty, too precious for inventory.
As in every port, the question repeats: memories or merchandise? Rust or rest? No ripples, for sure, so let us dream big, and party a bit. Empty beauty, too precious for inventory.
The Town Perspective from the Waterfront Side
Currents constrainted by concrete barriers. A city like a pastel puzzle, or perhaps forgotten toys of inspired intelligence washed ashore by waves of thought. Are there secrets hiding here? Raw art, silent treasures, waiting for dreamers?
Style and Space
Yellow-tiled facades. Windows like eyes. A magnificent magnifier, a magnum construction of tiles. Clash or class? A meeting point for wandering gazes.
The LX Factory
Gra-ffi-ti: GRAvures From FIlthy TItles stare back at me. What meets here? Past factories or future visions? An idndustrial voice turning trendy.
Conclusion
Zebras' dreams. Aligators' posters. Ants' portraits. Serpents' shouting. What ties it all together? The river. The stone. The fabric. The sky. The observer. The vision. The designer. The constructor. The visitor. The historian. The wonderer? Art everywhere, Questions unending. Walk. See. Ponder. Embed. Fly. The Tagus waits.
