Tripping down narrow cobblestone streets in between sips of Moscatel, listening to Portuguese slip off surrounding tongues, the sibilant sounds of a language so sexy it lingers on the hips like a lover’s fingers… This is the flip side of Brazil…distilled races in every face, Moreno inflections of Catholic grace... I look at Lisboa and see a long unbroken line, a lush spectrum of fine wines, the treasure trove of words Saramago left behind, & so much history to unwind...
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Keep Walking
Took a long walk home from sushi & drinks @ Urban Beach
Looking to get some time alone away from work's extended reach
contemplating the riverbanks as I walk into the wind
recalling all the people I've been
pessoas diferentes em diversos lugares
nunca parado
i meander up the hill towards Chiado
a escolha de ficar sozinho
pensando no meu sonho secreto
sometimes the safest course of action is to turn and walk
i keep my own counsel apart from the flock...
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