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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 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 with saintly ghosts, and together we look out of the windows.
One has a dainty, white handkerchief. She reaches out to
dry my tears.