I don’t know why that beautiful Portuguese writer, Jose de Sousa Saramago, who won the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998, always chooses his eternal shrine under a century-old olive tree on the banks of the Tagus River in Lisbon. The old man wanted to sleep under his old tree. The one that the mother planted in their small village, and the father watered it in honor of their marriage contract or the arrival of their firstborn, as was the custom of poor farmers. As for Saramago, who was born in 1922 and is almost as old as her or a little older, he certainly played a lot under the shade of that tree, and perhaps she witnessed the first His small flying dreams, and his first whims of writing, alone the village did not give him that feeling that he might travel far, and he might obtain many acquaintances, and his fame might apply horizons, and he would be alienated, and he would choose another city, another country, and a wife from a neighboring country to live in and there, and die there. And that on the day of his funeral, Portugal followed him, welcoming his arrival from his long exile, even if he was carried on a coffin on his shoulders. A year after that popular funeral liturgy, another official burial ceremonies take place as he wanted in his will, and in a narrative way that his heroes have long been popularized in tales; Therefore, the Lisbon secretariat was interested in the smallest details in honor of one of Portugal’s nobles, as an olive tree was brought from the village of “Azinhaga”, the birthplace of Saramago in central Portugal, and planted near an institution bearing his name, and two memorial stones were placed under the tree, and a marble bench, so that its visitors could Sitting beside him, and enjoying the shade of his old tree, was a ceremony worthy of an exceptional writer, as long as he was free, and far from being excluded, initiated by his Spanish widow, Pilar del Rio, by burying the ashes under the tree, accompanied by the percussion of drums, and that music of cold and flowery tombs usually In the Catholic West, red carnations were placed on the cemetery, and the author and singer Jorge Vaz de Carvalho read excerpts from Saramago’s works. The Canary, where he lived since 1993, was at the forefront of the mourners his daughter “Violante”, who did not favor her father’s profession, not writing, nor his profession at the beginning of his life as a locksmith, thanks to which he will probably belong as a craftsman to the Communist Party, but he patiently turned his profession H, and with his insight and insight towards writing, he published his first novel, “The Land of Sin” and stopped publishing 20 years ago, to complete his poetry book “Possible Poems” and then his other novels followed “The Greatest God,” “The Year of the Death of Ricardos,” “Blindness,” and “The Gospel According to Jesus.” Christ” and others, including a novel that he completed in the fifties, and has not yet been published, that old man finally rested under the shade of his old tree, fulfilling the last requests of the young man!
I don’t know why that beautiful Portuguese writer, Jose de Sousa Saramago, who won the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998, always chooses his eternal shrine under a century-old olive tree on the banks of the Tagus River in Lisbon. The old man wanted to sleep under his old tree. The one that the mother planted in their small village, and the father watered it in honor of their marriage contract or the arrival of their firstborn, as was the custom of poor farmers. As for Saramago, who was born in 1922 and is almost as old as her or a little older, he certainly played a lot under the shade of that tree, and perhaps she witnessed the first His small flying dreams, and his first whims of writing, alone the village did not give him that feeling that he might travel far, and he might obtain many acquaintances, and his fame might apply horizons, and he would be alienated, and he would choose another city, another country, and a wife from a neighboring country to live in and there, and die there. And that on the day of his funeral, Portugal followed him, welcoming his arrival from his long exile, even if he was carried on a coffin on his shoulders. A year after that popular funeral liturgy, another official burial ceremonies take place as he wanted in his will, and in a narrative way that his heroes have long been popularized in tales; Therefore, the Lisbon secretariat was interested in the smallest details in honor of one of Portugal’s nobles, as an olive tree was brought from the village of “Azinhaga”, the birthplace of Saramago in central Portugal, and planted near an institution bearing his name, and two memorial stones were placed under the tree, and a marble bench, so that its visitors could Sitting beside him, and enjoying the shade of his old tree, was a ceremony worthy of an exceptional writer, as long as he was free, and far from being excluded, initiated by his Spanish widow, Pilar del Rio, by burying the ashes under the tree, accompanied by the percussion of drums, and that music of cold and flowery tombs usually In the Catholic West, red carnations were placed on the cemetery, and the author and singer Jorge Vaz de Carvalho read excerpts from Saramago’s works. The Canary, where he lived since 1993, was at the forefront of the mourners his daughter “Violante”, who did not favor her father’s profession, not writing, nor his profession at the beginning of his life as a locksmith, thanks to which he will probably belong as a craftsman to the Communist Party, but he patiently turned his profession H, and with his insight and insight towards writing, he published his first novel, “The Land of Sin” and stopped publishing 20 years ago, to complete his poetry book “Possible Poems” and then his other novels followed “The Greatest God,” “The Year of the Death of Ricardos,” “Blindness,” and “The Gospel According to Jesus.” Christ” and others, including a novel that he completed in the fifties, and has not yet been published, that old man finally rested under the shade of his old tree, fulfilling the last requests of the young man!
I don’t know why that beautiful Portuguese writer, Jose de Sousa Saramago, who won the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998, always chooses his eternal shrine under a century-old olive tree on the banks of the Tagus River in Lisbon. The old man wanted to sleep under his old tree. The one that the mother planted in their small village, and the father watered it in honor of their marriage contract or the arrival of their firstborn, as was the custom of poor farmers. As for Saramago, who was born in 1922 and is almost as old as her or a little older, he certainly played a lot under the shade of that tree, and perhaps she witnessed the first His small flying dreams, and his first whims of writing, alone the village did not give him that feeling that he might travel far, and he might obtain many acquaintances, and his fame might apply horizons, and he would be alienated, and he would choose another city, another country, and a wife from a neighboring country to live in and there, and die there. And that on the day of his funeral, Portugal followed him, welcoming his arrival from his long exile, even if he was carried on a coffin on his shoulders. A year after that popular funeral liturgy, another official burial ceremonies take place as he wanted in his will, and in a narrative way that his heroes have long been popularized in tales; Therefore, the Lisbon secretariat was interested in the smallest details in honor of one of Portugal’s nobles, as an olive tree was brought from the village of “Azinhaga”, the birthplace of Saramago in central Portugal, and planted near an institution bearing his name, and two memorial stones were placed under the tree, and a marble bench, so that its visitors could Sitting beside him, and enjoying the shade of his old tree, was a ceremony worthy of an exceptional writer, as long as he was free, and far from being excluded, initiated by his Spanish widow, Pilar del Rio, by burying the ashes under the tree, accompanied by the percussion of drums, and that music of cold and flowery tombs usually In the Catholic West, red carnations were placed on the cemetery, and the author and singer Jorge Vaz de Carvalho read excerpts from Saramago’s works. The Canary, where he lived since 1993, was at the forefront of the mourners his daughter “Violante”, who did not favor her father’s profession, not writing, nor his profession at the beginning of his life as a locksmith, thanks to which he will probably belong as a craftsman to the Communist Party, but he patiently turned his profession H, and with his insight and insight towards writing, he published his first novel, “The Land of Sin” and stopped publishing 20 years ago, to complete his poetry book “Possible Poems” and then his other novels followed “The Greatest God,” “The Year of the Death of Ricardos,” “Blindness,” and “The Gospel According to Jesus.” Christ” and others, including a novel that he completed in the fifties, and has not yet been published, that old man finally rested under the shade of his old tree, fulfilling the last requests of the young man!
I don’t know why that beautiful Portuguese writer, Jose de Sousa Saramago, who won the 1998 Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998, always chooses his eternal shrine under a century-old olive tree on the banks of the Tagus River in Lisbon. The old man wanted to sleep under his old tree. The one that the mother planted in their small village, and the father watered it in honor of their marriage contract or the arrival of their firstborn, as was the custom of poor farmers. As for Saramago, who was born in 1922 and is almost as old as her or a little older, he certainly played a lot under the shade of that tree, and perhaps she witnessed the first His small flying dreams, and his first whims of writing, alone the village did not give him that feeling that he might travel far, and he might obtain many acquaintances, and his fame might apply horizons, and he would be alienated, and he would choose another city, another country, and a wife from a neighboring country to live in and there, and die there. And that on the day of his funeral, Portugal followed him, welcoming his arrival from his long exile, even if he was carried on a coffin on his shoulders. A year after that popular funeral liturgy, another official burial ceremonies take place as he wanted in his will, and in a narrative way that his heroes have long been popularized in tales; Therefore, the Lisbon secretariat was interested in the smallest details in honor of one of Portugal’s nobles, as an olive tree was brought from the village of “Azinhaga”, the birthplace of Saramago in central Portugal, and planted near an institution bearing his name, and two memorial stones were placed under the tree, and a marble bench, so that its visitors could Sitting beside him, and enjoying the shade of his old tree, was a ceremony worthy of an exceptional writer, as long as he was free, and far from being excluded, initiated by his Spanish widow, Pilar del Rio, by burying the ashes under the tree, accompanied by the percussion of drums, and that music of cold and flowery tombs usually In the Catholic West, red carnations were placed on the cemetery, and the author and singer Jorge Vaz de Carvalho read excerpts from Saramago’s works. The Canary, where he lived since 1993, was at the forefront of the mourners his daughter “Violante”, who did not favor her father’s profession, not writing, nor his profession at the beginning of his life as a locksmith, thanks to which he will probably belong as a craftsman to the Communist Party, but he patiently turned his profession H, and with his insight and insight towards writing, he published his first novel, “The Land of Sin” and stopped publishing 20 years ago, to complete his poetry book “Possible Poems” and then his other novels followed “The Greatest God,” “The Year of the Death of Ricardos,” “Blindness,” and “The Gospel According to Jesus.” Christ” and others, including a novel that he completed in the fifties, and has not yet been published, that old man finally rested under the shade of his old tree, fulfilling the last requests of the young man!