The light, yellow cable cars, the bridge, those meat pies that my sister brought me from downtown, the sidewalk that destroy shoes, Triste-feia street (sad-ugly), the pig in Belém, the 4th floor of Benetton on Garret street, the red sunsets on Alameda side of IST, stencils, dance classes in Av. da Liberdade, train to Cascais, “caldo verde e pão com chouriço” at 5 o'clock in the morning, the pigeon that crossed the street and go up the stairs without flying, one afternoon playing in Pavilhão do Conhecimento, the sunrise on the river, Entretanto bar, playing “one duck, two ducks...” and drink Favaios in Bairro Alto, number 38 in Av. Da Liberdade, getting lost and find a weird lighthouse or whatever that was in the middle of croocked little streets, Papabubble... (to be continued)
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