Downtown, where people meet and walk by…

Porto on a winter afternoon. I wish all winter could be like this – no rain, no cold.

People like you find it easy
Naked to see,w alking on air
Hunting by the rivers through the streets
Every corner abandoned too soon
Set down with due care
Don’t walk away in silence, don’t walk away

Mercado do Bolhão – Porto

I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

This is a local shop for local people.

Roads? Where we’re going we don’t need… roads.

Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true realities

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Jackie left on a cold, dark night
Telling me he’d be home,
He sailed the sea for a hundred years
And left me all alone

And I remember the day
That the young man came
He said “Your Jackie’s gone
He’s lost in the rain”
And I ran to the beach
And laid me down

“You’re all wrong”, I said
As they stared to the sand,
“That man knows the seas
Like the back of his hand,
He’ll be back sometime
Laughing at you”

I’ve been waiting all this time,
For my man to come
Take his hand in mine
And lead me away to unseen shores

I’ve been washing the sand
With my salty tears
Searching the shores these long years
And I walked the sea forevermore
‘Till I find my Jackie oooh

Still cold like the stars