Lisboa Photographer

Sergey V.

Keep this city, good Fortune,
Let your slender pylons hold the bridge,
No Wonder The Forgiving Judge
He lifted his hand to Lisbon.
Wealth, poverty and steepness
Countless streets winding down the slopes…
Here the old lives and novelty,
Woven into the tapestries of Lisbon.
The pompous buildings of the morning facade,
And an icon is manifested in the cloud.
Go up, forward, but not back
Stage streets Scherzo of Lisbon.
The blind man's hand reaches out into the hail,
Blind man calling, can't hear that ringing,
Reinforced one hundred thousand times
And drowning in the walls of Lisbon.
Lies in the Windows of food – flesh nonsense!
Pay Escudo, removed all obstacles:
Lobster, crab, fruit for lunch
In cafes and restaurants of Lisbon.
Tourist the homeless, the ice cream made,
Erosion of tones to pink tones…
Hurry, I must be late,
For this eternal celebration of Lisbon.