MY CITY

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

and carries

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)

www.ipernity.com/blog/armando.taborda/83834

In VIOLA DELTA, Volume XXXVII, Mic Editors, 2004