Coimbra

… after all these years

23 years later, and I find myself back where it all began.

Four years of my life unfolded in these streets…

carefree, untamed, golden.

We lived like the world had no edges,

laughed like the nights would never end.

Here, the air still carries the echo of serenatas,

the kind that made your heart pause mid-beat.

Here, I loved deeply… people, moments, possibilities…

and maybe, just maybe, almost chose forever.

But time has a way of carrying us forward,

even when we leave a piece of ourselves behind.

Coming back feels like stepping into a dream I once lived

familiar, tender, unchanged in all the ways that matter.

Coimbra, you are still poetry.

And my heart still knows your rhythm.