From my building's top I blink Lisboa's roofs
reticent and washed red colour warns me on coming clouds saturated of rain that falls down
my eyes sailing liquid tiles
till the tears' swirl spills over the obstructed gutter.
(to read the original Portuguese version please click on the figure)
(text illustrated by FernandoGrade)
In VIOLA DELTA, Volume XXXVII, Mic Editors, 2004