This bit of street art seems to be a poem to the many dimensions of love.
I was only in Zamora for a few hours en route to Lisbon, but it certainly offered plenty of photo opportunities. If you travel there by car, beware! The entry to the old town, where the parador is located, is through an extremely narrow gateway in the old walls - I had to fold back my wing mirrors to get through!
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With the aid of Google translate:
Fainting, daring, be furious,
rough, tender, liberal, elusive,
encouraged, traitor, coward, and courageous;
do not find the good centre of repose,
appear happy, sad, humble, proud,
angry, brave, fugitive,
satisfied, offended, distrustful;
flee the face of dissolution,
drink the poison of soft liquor
forget the good, love the hurt,
believe that a heaven fits in hell,
give life and soul to disillusion;
this is love, whoever has tried it knows.
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