Portugal em 2 rodas

I leave Lisbon, my heart beating,

where fado mingles with the engine,

the streets rise and fall breathlessly,

like someone learning to experience love.

I climb north, along the banks of the Tagus,

the scooter is a seagull on the road,

I feel the green fields stretching out,

a painted and golden canvas.

In Ribatejo, horses gallop,

the floodplain breathes slowly,

and I, a passenger of the wind,

learn time not to rush.

I arrive in Beira, a towering mountain,

schist villages, eternal on the ground,

the cold kisses the awakened skin

like a memory of another season.

The Douro opens in golden curves,

rivers and vineyards descend endlessly,

each curve is a promise of life,

each gulp of air, a garden.

Beyond, the smiling Minho,

between pilgrimages and green songs,

is a land that dances in festivities,

embroidered with voices and traditions.

I turn course and cross the Alentejo,

unhurried plains, seas of wheat,

the sun sets the horizon ablaze,

and every shadow is a friendly refuge.

Here, the scooter glides serenely,

at a slow pace, almost a prayer,

even silence becomes a road,

and peace, an expanding destiny.

And finally, the Algarve shines,

cliffs like walls of the sea,

the blue spreads immense wings,

and freedom comes to rest.

At the end of the journey, I discover:

it's not the map that guides, it's the feeling,

Portugal fits entirely in your chest,

when you learn to leave and listen.

#portugaltours