A Day Before Christmas

A Day Before Christmas The night in Cascais looks enchanting, coloured light Farris wheel and decorated streets… across the bay I see the village of Estoril, where ex kings used to live; there is a big Casino and I went there once, I know what hell looks like blinking light and hypnotized eyes. A man once won a large sum of money, casinos must see to it that someone wins to keep the hope alive for other punters, who will gamble more in the hope to win riches and be happy. Greed is a fervent wish to find security and gladness, but one cannot have too much money the hunt for vague contentment goes on. What happened to the winner? Did he buy a house and a Ferrari? Or did he think that if he won once more he would be really happy. I can see, from my terrace that behind bright light there is a gloomy darkness of utter despair. I wonder if the lucky winner lives there.