Sky from Miradouro da Graca:  grey magenta steel roxa pure purple invading all darkness new invisible cloud breaths of twilight blue behind the Igreja da Graca and late winter bare charcoal trees between maritime pines new growing orange ghost skin dark pinkening silk on immobile violet deep deep embracing black wet azulejo indigo running toward big turquoise tiled Villa Souza

And under the great night cloud a slit of light above Lisbon from north flashing greens of all over now baby blue and last kiss tiger’s eye gold moving west to south into elder orange holding the thin blade above the collapsing purple sky: the bridge of the carnations