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Matosinhos is a city in Matosinhos Municipality in northern Portugal. The city has a population of 45,703, She Changes, a monumental sculpture by American artist Janet Echelman, sits on the waterfront of Porto and Matosinhos

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Statues on the Matosinhos Beachmark a memorial for the 152 sailors who lost their lives in the shipwreck of 1947 its called the Tragedy of the Sea or the locally, theTragdia do Mar. Monumento aos Pescadores de Matosinhos inspirado in uma pintura de Augusto Gomes

Monumento aos Pescadores de Matosinhos inspirado in uma pintura de Augusto Gomes

In 2005 was inaugurated at Matosinhos beach of the monument "Tragedy of the Sea", a sculpture tribute to the 1947 sinking of about three feet high, composed of five figures of orphans and widows whose faces are apparent tragedy in 1947. It was sculpted by Joseph John Brito who was based in the painting of the same name created by the Master Augusto Gomes

Anjo Mensageiro ou Anjo Gabriel2001 by Irene Vilar, Rua das Sobreiras

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Anjo Mensageiro ou Anjo Gabriel2001 by Irene Vilar, Rua das Sobreiras

These beaches proudly display the blue flag eco-label, a sign of high quality unpolluted seawater. Take a stroll under the "Pergola da Foz" built in the 1930s. As the story goes, the Mayor of Portos wife at the time, had been so enchanted by the pergola of the "Promenade des Anglais in the French town of Nice that she simply had to have the same in Porto. Here it is called the "Praia dos Ingleses" a reminder that the English (and other British citizens!) have always enjoyed a close relationship with Portugal.

Porto - Passeio alegre - Palmeiras

Forte de S. Francisco Xavier - (Castelo do Queijo)

Forte de S. Francisco Xavier - (Castelo do Queijo)

Porto Foz do Rio Douro

D.Henrique the Navigator, patron father of the Portuguese discoveries, was born in Porto. This prince organized a big fleet in Porto. This fleet went to join the one in Lisbon and together, they left to conquer the city of Ceuta in North Africa in 1415.

The name given to the people of Porto "Tripeiros" (tripe eaters) comes from that time, when the king asked the people of the city to give the sailors who left for North Africa everything they could and they gave all their food keeping only the tripes for themselves. That is why one of the city's most traditional dishes is "tripas moda do Porto". Arrbida Bridge, Douro river, 1963

Metro, Ponte Luis IPonte Dom Lus I was built in 1886 by a Belgian company

Igreja Matriz das Almas do Corpo Santo de Massarelos

Igreja Matriz das Almas do Corpo Santo de Massarelos

Igreja Matriz das Almas do Corpo Santo de Massarelos

Situated in Massarelos, near the Crystal Palace, the Igreja do Corpo Santo dates from 1776, the third church on this site. It belongs to the Confraternity of the Souls of the Holy Body of Massarelos, founded, it is said, in 1394 by seamen saved from a storm; Prince Henry the Navigator is alleged to have been a member.

Igreja Matriz das Almas do Corpo Santo de Massarelos - Prince Henri

Ceramic mural to auto tunnel

Text and pictures: InternetCopyrights of the photos belong to each photographerPresentation: Sanda Foioreanuwww.slideshare.net/michaelasandaSound: Amlia Rodrigues - Barco Negro (Black boat ); Gaivota (Seagull)

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SeagullIf a seagull would comeBring me the sky of LisbonIn the drawing that madeIn that sky where the lookIs a wing that doesn't flyFalters and falls into the seaWhat a perfect heartWould beat in my chestMy love, in your handThat hand where it would fitMy heart perfectlyIf a Portuguese sailorWandering through the 7 seasWould be, who knows the firstTo tell me what inventedIf a look of a new shineTo my look would enlaceWhat a perfect heartWould beat in my chest

My love, in your handThat hand where it would fitMy heart perfectlyIf when saying farewell to lifeAll birds in the skyWould give me when I partYour ultimate lookThat look that was only yoursMy love that were the firstWhat a perfect heartWould die in my chestMy love, in your handThat hand were perfectlyMy heart beat (past tense)My lovein your handThat hand were perfectlyMy heart beat (past tense)Black (sail)boatIn the morning, how I feared that you could find me uglyI woke up trembling, laid on the beach's sandBut immediately your eyes told me the oppositeAnd the sun entered into my heartThen I saw a cross stuck on a rockAnd your black sailboat dancing under the lightI saw your hand waving goobye among the ready loose sailsOld women of the beach tell me that you will not come backThey are crazy... They are crazy...I know, my love, that you, in fact, did not leavebecause, everything around me tells me that you are always with meYou are in the wind, which spreads sand on the glass (of the windows)You are in the water, that sings into the dying fireYou are in the warmth of the rest from empty seabedsYou are forever with me, into my heart/chest

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