You are
red-tiled roofs, clouds
a city that stretches sleepily up and down
sunsets over riverboats rippling through the Douro
hills, endless hills of stone jutting in all directions
crowded 3-am sidewalk sitting,
coin pendants and street vendors,
the smell of sweet wine and salt and beer,
small stores, small restaurants,
big hearts,
warmth and poetry and eating too much
and loving too much,
You have completely enchanted me.
Until we meet again,
I will carry with me your hearty strum.
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