Christmas in Lisbon
By benafim
Christmas In Lisbon The best part of Lisboa is its benign neglect, blocks, of once posh, flats untouched by wars empty now, but full of silent history. Untold stories guarded by rusty padlocks, cobwebs for curtains and when broken windows let in pale sunlight ancient dust dance. Around these islands of the past a steady river of cars driven by those see newness as a way to a better future. In narrow streets, away from the bustle, little squares with a statue of a poet whose transient wisdom is long forgotten. Or a general who bravely lost a battle on a field of war no one remembers. Or a bishop whose thunderous sermons against lose living was ignored then and certainly blissfully forgotten now. Yet in the hazy stream of life there are rocks, barely visible, which tell us that there are basic truths which will prevail, as long as the river of life does and beyond where peace resides- Written December 26th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 08:24 AM PST 0 • 13
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