Falsa Tuga

An awkward chronicle of a date, where cultural clichés and Google Translate turn romance into a comedy of errors. Instead of a sincere “fixe” - a cardamom and almond latte, instead of soulful fado - an idea of “funeral music.” Even vinho verde couldn't resist ice cubes.

Tenderness slips through the laughter: there is something touching about this confusion with pastel de nata and “Lisbon vibes.” Because behind the mistakes, incorrect names, and mixed-up cities, you can sense a simple desire to be “one of them.” And even if it's “falsa tuga,” there's still a charm that's hard to dismiss.