Tonight in Springfield a terrific set of winds has descended--fresh and a bit damp. All the windows are open and the curtains lift and flutter as sheets on a clothesline. From where I am working by the window listening to Madredeus, the rush of wind through the trees could be the sea.
I was reminded of a quote I read in a travel book years ago (though I don't remember where) that the city of Lisboa was a beautiful woman always craning her neck to gaze back toward the sea. This image and the city has never lost my adoration. I found this trailer from Wim Wender's Lisbon Story featuring Alfama by Madredeus and love these scenes.
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