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There was once a country Ary dos Santos was also an active political campaigner. Ran the length and breadth of the country, sometimes alone before thrilled audiences with his unique way of saying poetry, sometimes in organized sessions for popular structures in which also participated in the intervention singers who, like him, through music and words, tried to interpret the feel of an entire people. Too often these sessions were interrupted by the arrival of the repressive forces, but next week or next month were all there, again, available for another session, another journey. Political commitment Ary was already since the 1960s, and takes with particular emphasis since 1969. At this point, part of the campaign of the Democratic Electoral Commission and is affiliated with the Portuguese Communist Party ( PCP ). My word said in the light of the setting sun His spoken word was also sung. Ary dos Santos was the author of poems for some of the most memorable songs ever present...

At 16 years old sees his own poems were selected for the Anthology of premium Almeida Garrett. It was here that rebel, "walked dazzled eyes" toward independence, leaving the parental home. Machines sold in tablet, bellboy was the National Society of Matches clerk at Casino Estoril, did advertising. Was all this and more, even if what really moved him was the irrepressible desire of poetry. In 1963 it published the book of poems "The liturgy of blood." The following year launched the "Time of the legend of almond" and the poem "Blue exists", represented in the Tivoli Theatre in Cold Gases and RTP ( Portuguese Radio television ) . The studies were not linear. He was expelled from college Infante Sagres, passed Nunalvares Institute boarding school in Santo Tirso, and did not actually complete any college degree, despite having attended law schools and Letters of Lisbon. "Original is the poet" and, therefore, Ary dos Santo...

" I'll be whatever they tell ": Ary dos Santos, Poet of the Revolution, died 30 years ago Several initiatives indicate the disappearance of the poet that most have sung the April Revolution. José Carlos Ary dos Santos Pereira was a Portuguese poet and reciter. Was in the history of Portuguese music for writing poems 4 Winning songs of the Eurovision Song Contest. Ary dos Santos Ary dos Santos died on January 18, 1984 , a victim of cirrhosis Were his words on many of the doors that opened April 1974. Committed poet, activist, passionate about causes and people, José Carlos Ary dos Santos died 30 years ago. Coming from a family of high bourgeoisie, José Carlos Ary dos Santos, known in social and literary milieu by Ary dos Santos was born in Lisbon on December 7, 1937 in a family of high bourgeoisie. Born then again, for poetry at age 14, when the family publishes it, against their will, some poems in the book " Wings ".

Norberto Claro, 80, portuguese, a retired auto mechanic, fills his days giving life to small portuguese models of Electrical Tramways and boats scale. Norberto Claro -  tramway  modeller Oporto Electric Tramway These models and works are developed with great love and detail. Obey the rigor of the specimens exhibited in the Museu do Carro Electrico da Cidade do Porto (Museum of the Electric's Car - Oporto).

Conferencias, encontros, conversas, concertos e debates. O formato não é o mais importante, desde que se recriem as tertúlias à moda do Porto, tão popular no passado e que agora são revividas todas as quinta-feiras na Quinta da Bonjóia. Teatro, dança, poesia, música têm cativado ao longo da última década cada vez mais portuenses. Dirigido ao público em geral, os "Serões da Bonjóia" têm entrada livre, apenas sujeita à lotação da sala. Em  www.bonjoia.org  estão disponíveis todas as informações sob as tertúlias.

O Manel meteu pela rua dos Caldeireiros e ao sentir o cheiro a bacalhau com  grão das tascas da zona medieval, a sua alma elevou-se aos céus.  cheiro a bacalhau nas tascas do Porto A maior invenção nacional, nem protegida nem subsidiada, a tasca, a tal do copinho de vinho branco, pastéis de bacalhau e chouriço assado em aguardente. Um grau acima de taberna, um grau abaixo de restaurante, nem mais.

A festa continuou durante muito mais tempo. Quando a comida e a bebida acabaram, um grupo de jovens e elegantes donzelas entre as quais aquela que me tinha trincado a barba, entrou no circulo e iniciou uma dança frenética, na qual não paravam de mexer os ombros. Nunca teria imaginado que pudessem mover-se de forma tão furiosa velocidade e daquela prodigiosa maneira como se estivessem desarticuladas. A música corria a um ritmo simples cadenciada por um tambor ao qual pois se juntou outro e outro e mais outro até que a cadência se tornou imparável e hipnótica.   A festa continuou noite dentro.