A river as wide as the Mississippi Tiny stones
Smaller than San pietrini
Deadly in heels
Steep hills and unexpected panoramas
Hot sun in an azure sky
Tiled houses, brightly colored
Balconies and birds
Narrow streets
echoing sounds of
streetcars and scooters
A castle a monastery
A cacophony of languages
A quiet church and a kind man
A street artist protesting
as artists do
Touching up his masterpiece
Is that Andrea Tarli?
Perhaps I will have another look Gelato twice a day
A soft sunset
the strains of the Fado singers
An old woman preening for a photo
Lisboa shakes with energy
Enormous flags
Fireworks A grandmother with blue eyeshadow
and a Reynaldo jersey
Holding her grandsons beer
Facepaint and a crush of people
A father and son laughing
Dark skin straight noses
Bedoin features creating beauty
The fathers midnight hair sprinkled dramatically with white.
Young girls with flowing shorts
A couple with no air between
French speakers trading scarves
A roar in unison
Shouts and countless selfies
Pure unadulterated joy
Pride
A tiny whitewashed courtyard
dark with night
Laundry hanging
A neighbor sneezing so often
I may have his cold
Loud Hindi soaps punctuated by
a newborns cry
Cats howling warnings
Soft guitar music underneath
Cars honking
A garbage truck
C'est vrai??
It's 2am!!
In a few hours the walking
begins.
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