The bay of Cascais looks like a mass produced painting,
azure sea, flying seagulls and anchored ships just as
it was when last time I was here…a sunny day in May.
Ah, this ennui, if clouds would alter a little and don´t be
so static I will take new Interest in my surrounding and
don´t feel so jaded as I felt when a famous general fell
flat on his face when caught lying to his wife and having
an affair with a woman craving fame at whatever cost.
Who is going to buff up the general´s many medals now?
The answer is not in the picture card bay, which today
looks like yesterdays where ruined careers come to rest
and their historic insignificance is forgotten.