Chapéu branco, bem tratado,
Bigode preto e bem pintado,
Trazes na boca sempre as mesmas palavras,
Falas de azeitonas e tuas enxadas.


Tratas a flor como se fosse uma criança,
Dás-lhe água com abundância,
O teu olhar é meigo e nobre,
Casa humilde, casa de pobre.


Aqui é teu lugar preferido,
Monológos sem sentido,
Sentes teu belo fado,
Paraíso nunca sonhado.


Sentimento humilde e terno,
Para ti o céu é inferno,
Falas das coisas tuas e do teu meio,
E deixas-te ao simples devaneio.

Victor Marques

Saudade solta ao vento


Na saudade solta ao vento,
Tenho amor com encanto.
Caminhadas eternas com esplendor,
Santificam teu amor…


Na vida dos sonhos inacabados,
Fado dos meus fados.
Sorriso doce e transparente,
Ser lindo, impaciente.


Sonho sempre sonhado,
Amor meu amado.
Sentimento do sentido sem lamento,
Saudade solta ao vento…


Victor  Marques

Nós e a universo

O futuro será o que a mente pensa,
Procuro resposta ao meu passado,
Do meu interior rebuscado,
Acção e boa esperança….


Fecham-se janelas, portas se abrem,
Com boas razões e motivos,
Estradas direitas e por vezes tortas,
Pensamentos sempre positivos.


O ser humano se fustiga e consome,
As estrelas, as montanhas e o mar,
Sentem o seu próprio nome,
Nós somos navegadores  sem navegar….

Victor Marques

Naturalista com amor

Escuta o chilrear dos passarinhos,
A beleza de seus ninhos.
Viver em eterna graça,
Na vida tudo passa.

O orvalho da manhã,
O canto da rã…
Amigo em tudo o que faço,
Vida passo a passo.

O cheiro das flores,
Ama teus amores,
O correr dos ribeiros,
Posar junto aos salgueiros.

Todos nus e sem nada,
Magia e bela fada,
Estrelas com seu esplendor,
Naturalista por amor.

Victor Marques

Life is a stone that you give away,
Jewels and gold in the same bay,
Heart and only one race,
Victor is your soul mate,

Horizons of light and green blue,
Douro Valley, Loves you.
Marques family is a name and a legacy,
In paradise angels we will see.

The road is uncertain and sometimes fair,
You are my heart friend that I care,
God bless you and great abundance,
The flowers have smell and dance.

With my great respect for all the ones that are Friends of Andrew William JR.

A big heart hug from a friend for LIFE.

Victor Marques

Paradise for men and God,
Treasures and peace for everybody,
Love and hope on my hand,
I will help without demand…



We discover a new world , new nation!
We think global with imagination.
Poor and rich living together,
Helping others today and ever…



Helping others with open heart,
To love people is a kind of art.,
We are perfect people for our race,
I love my land my place!

Kindest regards.

Victor Marques

Douro, Tua Socalco bem-fadado.

Bagos que passeiam sobre as ondas,
Amar estranha beleza,
Exaltar a cepa da vida e sua natureza,
Videiras com frescas sombras.

Rosmaninho, alecrim e loureiro,
Cheiro de meu eterno devaneio,
Aromas que nos desperta,
O Douro sempre em festa.

Amar o vinho não é pecado,
Cestos cheio de uvas e fado,
Vinhedos de Deus, do homem por labor,
Vinho sagrado, vinho do amor!

Lagaradas que te apaixona,
Peles de uva á tona,
Fermentação do saber por todo o lado,
Douro, Tua …teu passado.

Victor Marques  2/10/2007

Love and Memory


Images of sensitive care,
Looking always fair.
Love of sunny days to see,
Kiss under the tree.

Memory in your body,
Mirror with a frog.
Painted nails,
Memory and fairytales.

Memory with snow,
Wild and so.
Your eyes are brown,
Village and a town.

Memory with love,
Sky above.
My love for free,
Memory, memory.

Warmest regards.
Victor Marques

She slides over
the hot upholstery
of her mother's car,
this schoolgirl of fifteen
who loves humming & swaying
with the radio.
Her entry into womanhood
will be like all the other girls'—
a cigarette and a joke,
as she strides up with the rest
to a brick factory
where she'll sew rag rugs
from textile strips of kelly green,
bright red, aqua.

When she enters,
and the millgate closes,
final as a slap,
there'll be silence.
She'll see fifteen high windows
cemented over to cut out light.
Inside, a constant, deafening noise
and warm air smelling of oil,
the shifts continuing on ...
All day she'll guide cloth along a line
of whirring needles, her arms & shoulders
rocking back & forth
with the machines—
200 porch size rugs behind her
before she can stop
to reach up, like her mother,
and pick the lint
out of her hair.

Antonio your name,
Agriculturist, grape grower.
Gotten passionate for the land,
For the Douro, Mounts.


That love that is not locked in,
He  sleeps in the hill, the mountain range.
He harvested sadness in the Colonial War.
He loved the Douro and Portugal.


He showed the land that joys would bring to it.
He  loved their children and wife Maria.
He planted grapevines that looked at the covered with star sky,
He  made  his wine with immaculate love.



The grapes are a love for all the life,
He  looked  for Rio Douro e Tua,
In  the memory of a people with glory,
With that tear that I feel now.
I comfort me in the duriense horizon,
Today, tomorrow and always.


Victor Marques
love, douro, Father

Life as a gift

Just close your eyes and forget the pain,
Love every seed and grain.
Clouds of blue sky that God gives away,
Live your life every day.

People stressed in despair,
Life is not fair.
Beauty of natural light and sun with rain,
Lovely picture of an old train.


Miracles that happen in front of our eyes,
Shadow of faithful lies,
Life of mercy and angles in peace,
Life as a precious gift.

Warmest regards.
Victor Marques