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The Ruins of the Monastery of Santa-Clara-a-Velha-Coimbra
PORTUGAL

Flooded and drowning in its own tears.
Abandoned, stripped of treasures, not even a bell in its bell tower
Silenced.
There is still the beautiful Rose Window.
There are still some starry tiles on a wall.
The color red made from drops of blood from human beings.
I think of those long ago workmen creating beauty with their
hard work, sweat and blood.
I walk the hallways with saintly ghosts. We stop to look out of the windows.
One has a dainty, white handkerchief. She reaches out to dry my tears.