Whispers of September
in this city that will always be mine
built with walls made of stories
bringing present in myself
then
From visions through windows
like a flower waiting to bloom
I feel the morning breeze
that loves the desires of my soul
I recall glances
on streets where I have lived
In alleys without name
that touched my lives
replacing emptiness and solitude
with horizons yet to be loved
These are my postcards
from a thousand dreams
of a city forever belonging to kings
the castle of all my memories
Lisboa Antigua
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