Helena LopesWhen I Dream of CitiesWhen I dream of cities, I see a blue light on the very top of a lighthouse. The sea, quiet, distant and red, answers the call in tiny…Jul 13, 2020Jul 13, 2020
Helena LopesThe Last Sound of the Last Chord‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all —…Jul 3, 2020Jul 3, 2020
Helena LopesThe Story Beneath ItA window is a passage to the silence of solitude.Jul 3, 2020Jul 3, 2020
Helena LopesThe VeilCover your face with a veil, he would say. If I look at the window, as the wind try to search for me, I can still feel the binds and the…Apr 29, 2020Apr 29, 2020
Helena LopesNeruda’s LoverI keep thinking about this woman in a painting that I saw at national gallery a few months ago. She had her back at me, some dark hair and…Apr 29, 2020Apr 29, 2020
Helena LopesConversione della Maddalena — Artemísia GentileschiEu nunca exatamente sei quando uma obra toca meu coração. Às vezes pode vir a ser pela convivência, com a constância pela qual nos…Feb 3, 2017Feb 3, 2017