I’ve been living in Porto for eight years, and yet I only recently heard of the garden where old fountains go to retire. I promised myself that I would go there (it is in my “new” neighbourhood) as soon as the rain let up. It rained for a long time this year. Today the sky was fresh linen hung to dry, and so I went to Jardim de Nova Sintra, and discovered…
amidst moss and eucalyptus trees
the sound of birds, the wind and a passing train
fountains that have no need for wishes
they have been around for a long time
they have always been
there
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