Corroios, Seixal, Setúbal Municipality 2855

Apartment T3 102m2 in Corroios and with garage This Fantastic Property is located in a quiet Urbanization but with everything around it. This House has already undergone improvements in the WC and Kitchen, where the renovated Plumbing was included. The kitchen of great taste, is equipped with the Washing Machines and Dishwashers, Microwave, Hob, Extractor Hood and Water Heater. It has a large Hall that divides the entrances to the Kitchen, Living Room and to the Hall of Bedrooms. The living room with plenty of space ideal for two environments with fireplace and stove for those colder winter days. First Bedroom in which you can turn it into a Suite with Wardrobe, the Second Also with Wardrobe, the third has no Wardrobe but also spacious, because it is making a second Living Room. It is a Third Floor and hence have a lot of natural light, a very sunny apartment and with a totally unobstructed view. It is situated five minutes from the South Tagus Metro Station (Casa Do Povo Station) and ten minutes from Fertagus Train Station, as well as all other ground transport, for example Taxis and Buses. You can also find around you Pharmacies, Miniprice, Square, Post Office, Bakeries, Butchers, Clothing Stores It has a diversity of options in which the main one will be the choice of your new Apartment. Come without delay to know this fantastic Property and let yourself be carried away by its Charm and Good Taste that it has. Do not buy or sell without before talking to The Real Estate Consultant Predimed Prime JOS CARREIRO 914 489 985 Google Jos Carreiro Predimed A VERY PORTUGUESE POEM In your poem There is a blank verse without measure A breathing body, an open sky Window leaning into life In your poem there is the silent pain deep down The step of courage in a dark house And, open, a balcony to the world. There is the night The laughter and the voice remade in the light of day The feast of the Lady of Agony And tiredness Of the body that falls asleep in cold bed. There is a river The fate of one who is born weak or strong The risk, the anger and the struggle of those who fall Or that resists Who wins or falls asleep before death. In your poem There is the scream and echo of the machine gun The pain I know by heart but don't recite And the restless sleeps of those who fail. In your poem There is an Alentejo corner The street and the trading floor of a varina And a boat blown all over the cloth There is a river Singing in voices together, right voices One-lyric song And only one destination to embark On the pier of the new ship of discoveries There is a river The fate of one who is born weak or strong The risk, the anger and the struggle of those who fall Or that resists Who wins or falls asleep before death. In your poem There is hope burning behind the wall There is everything else that still escapes And a blank verse waiting for the future.