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Random Praça do Comércio

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Vila real de Santo António Market I

23/03/2008

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Sete rios, sete fontes, sete bicas

"seven rivers, seven sources, seven waterspouts"

I was mistaken from many years thinking that this were anemones! Glad I took this picture :)

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Santa Rita

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Travel Guide - Lisbon, Portugal

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Tourada Portuguesa

A loira e o cavalo, The Blond and the horse

Lunch Break

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Sidewalk

Av da Liberdade.

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Campo Pequeno bullring

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Main façade of Lisbon's bull ring.The Campo Pequeno bullring (Portuguese: Praça de Touros do Campo Pequeno) is the bull ring of Lisbon, Portugal. It is located in the Campo Pequeno Square, by the Avenida da República. After a profound renovation, it re-opened as a multi-event venue in 2006, designed to be used for various events apart from bull fighting. It hosts a range of live acts and has seen many famous bands perform there. It includes an underground shopping centre, restaurants and a parking lot.

History
Lisbon's bullring was built between 1890 and 1892 under the project of Portuguese architect António José Dias da Silva. His design was inspired by the bullring of Madrid, by Emilio Rodriguez Ayuso, later demolished. The style is the neo-Mudéjar, a Romantic style inspired by the old Arab architecture from Iberia. Lisbon's new bull ring replaced an old one, located in the Campo de Santana.





[edit] Inside
Inside any bullring like this one in Lisbon, bulls, calves and cows are repeatedly stabbed with "bandeirilhas" by a man on a horse. While blood runs out of the bull's body, it still has to suffer more pain coming from other men that don't need a horse in order to protect themselves because the bull is already too weak to hurt them. (The bull is later killed for it's meat in a slaughterhouse, or dies from infected wounds wating to be killed, or its wounds are "treated" with salt and the bull is later sent to a bullring in order to be tortured again.)


[edit] The building
The bull ring has a circular floorplan with four large octagonal towers on each cardinal point with oriental-looking domes. The Western tower is flanked by two turrets and serves as main entrance. The many windows of the building have a typical horseshoe shape. The entire surface of the building is covered by bricks of orange colour. The inner arena has 80 metres of diameter and is covered with sand. The seats hold almost 10,000 people.

In search of emotions in life

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Like a flower

Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come home and turn me on

Like the desert waiting for the rain
Like a school kid waiting for the spring
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on

My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on

My hi-fi's waiting for a new tune
The glass is waiting for some fresh ice cubes
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me on

Norah Jones - Turn Me On

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Bum Bum x 9

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I like it wild!

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Thinking of you!

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Trees of Alentejo

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Trees! Hearts, souls that cry,
Souls equal to mine, souls who ask
In vain remedy for so much regret!
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Florbela Espanca


Árvores do Alentejo

Horas mortas... curvadas aos pés do Monte
A planície é um brasido... e, torturadas,
As árvores sangrentas, revoltadas,
Gritam a Deus a bênção duma fonte!

E quando, manhã alta, o sol postonte
A oiro a giesta, a arder, pelas estradas,
Esfíngicas, recortam desgrenhadas
Os trágicos perfis no horizonte!

Árvores! Corações, almas que choram,
Almas iguais à minha, almas que imploram
Em vão remédio para tanta mágoa!

Árvores! Não choreis! Olhai e vede:
-Também ando a gritar, morta de sede,
Pedindo a Deus a minha gota de água!

Florbela Espanca