the empire’s edge

is a small lighthouse, sea cliffs,

aquamarine sea

home is a garden

with all the plants of our dreams

and children swinging

even the forest,

its deciduous soft trunks

seems prettier here

i found my daughter

the perfect sunset model

longing for her love

combining colors

carving stones of history

(way to see the sea)

yucca relatives:

giant flowering glories

in Portuguese sun

from La Cruz Alta

we’ve earned our morning miles

with this palace view

these nata pastries

a short walk from Sintra home

are travelers’ gold

lit up by our love

they have traveled the world

to climb a castle

a twisted turnout

along slippery sidewalks

to find our way here