J.Garcia's photos
The world upside down
… left-right…right-left ...
The Tagus leads to the world (Alberto Caeiro), Fer…
Hidden Lisbon
The sunset is wonderful
Drawings and Awnings
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Jardim da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian
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Drawings and Awnings
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Jardim da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian
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Drawings and Awnings
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Jardim da Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian
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Confidence!
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The Problems Were, In The Meantime, Solved
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Preoccupation!
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Students from the Lisbon Conservatory protesting (October 1st 2014)
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...With expressions of joy
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Students from the Lisbon Conservatory protesting (October 1st 2014)...
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...Playing
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Students from the Lisbon Conservatory protesting (October 1st 2014)...
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...Throwing their instruments up in the air
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Students from the Lisbon Conservatory protesting (October 1st 2014)...
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...With slogans and posters
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Students from the Lisbon Conservatory protesting (October 1st 2014)...
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Challenging boundaries
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“Frontières”. Rencontres de la Photografie de Bamako
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The calling...
Relaxing in the late afternoon
L’appel du large
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Un matin nous partons, le cerveau plein de flamme,
Le coeur gros de rancune et de désirs amers,
Et nous allons, suivant le rythme de la lame,
Berçant notre infini sur le fini des mers.
Mais les vrais voyageurs sont ceux-là seuls qui partent
Pour partir, coeurs légers, semblables aux ballons,
De leur fatalité jamais ils ne s’écartent,
Et sans savoir pourquoi, disent toujours : Allons !
Amer savoir, celui qu’on tire du voyage !
Le monde, monotone et petit, aujourd’hui,
Hier, demain, toujours, nous fait voir notre image :
Une oasis d’horreur dans un désert d’ennui !
Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
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