The love for a city is perhaps something a bit unknown.
We say. ‘I love New York’ and ‘I AMsterdam’.
A known love or a heart’s desire.
Who knows?
But there is something with Lisbon.
Hidden in Europese’s corner.
Found by (digital) nomads, where life is meant to pass by as they like.
The Portuguese people ignore what kind of life they are up to.
I wonder.
Where do I belong in this crowd?
I am just Lakshmi.
As my journey of love is not always about the way of love.
It is without a doubt that whatever my heart wants to express is open to be read.
As I feel that perhaps my time in Lisbon will come to an end and new chapters are waiting.
How can it not be?
I wonder.
Is there really no other way for me to stay?
Can I not postpone just a little bit?
Or is the postponing a sign of what I already know.
Is that I have to leave?
One day?
The question marks remain, as the process of detaching is sometimes a bit painful for the heart.
To be honest.
The city has so much.
The joy when I see people drinking their coffee before going to work.
A little sparkle that raises my eyes, when I see the same people
having their beers and wines when I go back home.
Even if it is 10 at night.
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.
The softness of the winter sun.
Perhaps it was just what my eyes needed to see, my skin needed to feel.
A fulfillment of the soul.
The bricks in the streets that ruin my heels.
I don’t know if I love this city.
However.
I love to see if it one day will.