According to Buddha

We have to live through the results of every experience we put others through.

lisboa, lisboa
the sorrow of your days gone by
now the hinterland of lovers should lay
beneath all your vacant skies
lisboa, lisboa
from alama’s arms to lisbendade
paper lanterns, falling embers
quiet cantors sing of sandade
the ever twilight amber of your alleyways
paint the air of evening oh so well
and strolls about the river bank
suggests there’s history left to tell
aye lisboa
a paradise beside the sea

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walking random streets in Castelo, Lisbon  ~ April 2016.