Land of Ginjinha
A Poem about a distant memory of a Ginjinha-fueled day in Lisbon, Portugal
Heartbreakers glide the blues
Nothing but tied-up shoes
No excuses to lose
Restless souls trail for clues
Drifting clouds hilltop views
Giver of smoke to ruse
Wanderlust murmur coos
Blazing light to seduce
Blood lips cherry-soaked hues
Savage kisses of fools
Loving child of jewels
Mighty ruins of rules
“Ginjinha or simply Ginja, is a Portuguese liqueur made by infusing ginja berries in alcohol and adding sugar together with other ingredients, with cloves and/or cinnamon sticks being the most common. Ginjinha is served in a shot form with a piece of the fruit in the bottom of the cup.” (Source: Wikipedia)
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