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Welcome to Douro
"The sublimated Doiro. A prodigy of a landscape that stops being so by force of loosing its
measures. Is not a panorama that the eyes contemplate: it is an excess of nature. The stone terraces are steps from titanic men going up the slopes, volumes, colours and modulations that no sculptor, painter or musician can translate, expanded horizons beyond the plausible thresholds of vision. A virginal universe, as if it had just been born, and already eternal through harmony, through serenity, through silence that not even the river itself dares to break, sometimes disappearing stealthily behind the hills and others bewildered at its depths reflecting its own amazement. A geological poem. The absolute beauty.“ Miguel Torga in Diário XII
Welcome to Douro
"The sublimated Doiro. A prodigy of a landscape that stops being so by force of loosing its
measures. Is not a panorama that the eyes contemplate: it is an excess of nature. The stone terraces are steps from titanic men going up the slopes, volumes, colours and modulations that no sculptor, painter or musician can translate, expanded horizons beyond the plausible thresholds of vision. A virginal universe, as if it had just been born, and already eternal through harmony, through serenity, through silence that not even the river itself dares to break, sometimes disappearing stealthily behind the hills and others bewildered at its depths reflecting its own amazement. A geological poem. The absolute beauty.“ Miguel Torga in Diário XII