lisboa ('laundry hung in blue air')

(do blogue da PI)

LISBON

In the Alfama quarter the yellow tramcars sang on the steep slopes.
There were two prisons. One was for thieves.
They waved through the grilled windows.
They shouted that they wanted to be photographed.

´But here,´ said the conductor giggling like a split man
´here sit politicians.´ I saw the façade the façade the façade
and high up in a window a man
who stood with a telescope to his eye and looked out over the sea.

Laundry hung in blue air. The walls were hot.
The flies read microscopic letters.
Six years later I asked a woman from Lisbon:
´Is it true, or have I dreamt it?´

Tomas Tranströmer
in New collected poems, Bloodaxe

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também Tabucchi se perde em Lisboa:
"Mas, além de uma alucinação, o romance é também uma vagabundagem, uma errância através da cidade que não corresponde a nenhuma lógica topográfica.", sobre o seu romance Requiem.

lisboa, labirinto da saudade.

foto de Joshua Benoliel, fotógrafo do rei.