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Passerby
All the abstract and necessary doors were closed in my face
Curtains were drawn across every hypothesis I could
I found the alley but not the house number I was given
I woke up to the same life I had fallen asleep to
Even the armies I dreamed of were defeated Even my dreams felt fake as they were dreamed
Even the life I merely long for jades me — even that life…
Once again I see you City of my horrifyingly lost childhood
City of sorrow and joy
Once again I dream here…
Once again I see you With the heart farther apart, a soul less mine
Once again I see you Lisbon… and the Tagus… and everything
A useless passerby to you and me
A stranger here like everywhere else Incidental in life and in soul
I enjoy live football. I like the people closer to me.
I enjoy going to shopping malls.
I love to cross the river Tagus.
I love to talk with my children, I love my family, I love my friends…
To hang out with friends, to have lunch with them…
I like to window shop. I enjoy going to the cinema.
I like to have a girl by my side who makes me feel fine.
— To get a cool breeze near the Tagus.
— I like to spend the night in a good hotel. — I like to eat in fine restaurants.
— I like Portuguese traditional food. — I love Lisbon. Beautiful women.
— I love my parents, even though they're not around anymore. — I love my country. I love my homeland.
— I like to go out for dinner. — I like to drink caipirinhas.
I like all this, but I'm homeless.
I'm homeless.
I'm a homeless person.
I'm homeless.
But I'm homeless.
A ghost wandering through halls of remembrances
To the sound of rats and creaking floorboards In the accursed castle of having to live…
Once again I see you But myself I fail to see
The magic mirror with my image has
And in each fateful fragment I descry only a piece of me
A piece of you…
And a piece of me
Thanks to everyone who shared their stories with us.