From the outside, Disgraça is inconspicuous. Wedged on the edge of the Penha de França neighbourhood, just beyond the grasp of Lisbon's touristic central hub, the social center resembles a storefront from its outside, set apart only by the thick layer of stickers plastered to its front doors. These doors stay locked, until the bell is rung. A punk may or may not greet you at the door.

a poem by Mary D