I hear the wheezing of the mother tongue at its roots.
I taste the famous “pastéis de nata”, and feel the parallelepipeds under the sole of my shoes.
I get lost in arabesques and spirals of tiles and sumptuous facades.
I go up and down through hills accompanied by familiar faces.
I learn to look at the tag graffiti with new eyes.
I rediscover the city that shaped the country that gave me birth. Lisbon, how beautiful you are!
