Author Archives: thetorzorean

Ponta Delgada by Emanuel Melo A long time ago, I was born on an island, right in the middle of the great Atlantic Ocean. My childhood years were spent on São Miguel, the biggest of the nine islands that make … Continue reading →

I embarked on Queen Mary 2 in expectation of twelve glorious days of ocean crossing from Southampton to New York. Travelling to North America on this magnificent ocean liner made me think of the immigrants of long ago who had … Continue reading →

I felt energized as I listened to the sound of vibrant music played by local bands and watched thousands of people promenading leisurely back and forth, browsing through vendors’ tables, sitting in outdoor patios for a beer, or trying out … Continue reading →

This June marks the third anniversary of the participation by Memória Luso Vox Portuguese Canadian writers (Humberto da Silva, Aida Jordão, Irene Marques, Antonio Marques, Edith Baguinho, Emanuel Melo) in Dundas West Fest. In the first year, we read on … Continue reading →

The Azorean poet, Gabriela Silva, had come from the island of São Miguel to speak to the students of the Portuguese Culture Course at the University of Toronto. I was anxious to see her, a writer I did not know, … Continue reading →

Chegando à ilha de São Miguel                                                             Photo by Fernanda Sousa   A poeta Gabriela Silva tinha vindo da ilha de São Miguel, para falar aos … Continue reading →

       Antonio Cabral de Melo We remember 25 de Abril as a nation’s embryonic struggle towards freedom. But for me, the Portuguese day of liberation took on new meaning when my father was buried on April 25, 2005. The … Continue reading →

        Sheet music published by J.H. Peel Music Publishing Co., Toronto. Cover   by Virginia Boake ‘48 and Music arrangement by Joyce Belyea ‘46 As much as my writing reveals a nostalgic longing for the place and time of my childhood, … Continue reading →

  When I was a little boy, around the age of six or seven, I would spend quiet Sunday afternoons lying in bed with my grandfather, reading. I can still see the Louis XV style bedroom set in our house … Continue reading →

  At sixty, Tiago (or Mr. James da Silva, his name on the official Staff Directory) had left his job at Crescent School, where he’d taught boys to interpret the beauty of the world through paint on canvas. When a … Continue reading →