STILL AND ...


I still head down the alleyways of Lisbon.
Sometimes sad, sometimes laughing at random.
I remember her staring out the window at Malhoa.
But there was already what was between us like the drizzle and morning breeze on the beach.

Or like the wind that slowly lifted her skirt.
Happy times of certain open smiles of happiness.
Today I am like an oyster or a seafood closed by longing.
But...

I still head down the alleyways of Lisbon.
Sometimes sad, sometimes laughing at random.
I remember her staring out the window at Malhoa.

                   Francisco Gouveia

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