Teach me, my love

While wandering in Alfama one afternoon, with fado and just the right amount of saudade on my mind, I stumbled upon a poetic wall – literally. The whole world’s poetry was written on that wall: there were a few hand-painted ceramic plates ¬†with blue and white verses adorning the wall, but the most brilliant, heart-breaking and dramatic of them all was scribbled in¬†pencil by some anonymous guy who had trully encountered the love of his life.

it went like this: into the waves of your hair / You taught me how to swim/ Now that you are bald / Teach me how to skate


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