I was on my way to nowhere
Tired, I unsaddled
It is Porto, I was told
O my!
This is where I was going,
Without even knowing
Every stone here deserves attention
Castles are old
Just like I was told
The Port is ancient
The beer is always cold
And everyone here smiles
All worries are put on hold
How can I join this festival,
When I foolishly
Think too much of life?
You do not grieve near the fire dance
You dance,
Aimlessly!
You rejoice,
While you have the chance
This fire does not last forever
I desperately needed someone
To save me …
From myself!
And there she was
Staring,
And curious
I looked lonely,
Said lady Braga
Like an ill child,
She treated me
And she treated me well!
We started another festival
Ignited a new fire
And we danced
And I was better …
But the fire has long subsided
BRAGA!!!
I am ill, again!
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sir Richard’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- Вероника Тушнова – Я поднимаюсь по колючим склонам
- Full Moon by Walter de la Mare
- The Gardener XLII: O Mad, Superbly Drunk by Rabindranath Tagore
- Boadicea. An Ode by William Cowper
- Robert Burns: A Bard’s Epitaph:
- Joy-Bells by Siegfried Sassoon
- Superficially by Ndue Ukaj
- Violet Beauregarde… by Roald Dahl
- Joe Biden, a Ghazal
- The Dirge of Wallace by Thomas Campbell
- My Government Frustrates Me by Olaniyi Beloved Abimbola
- I am a sculptor, a molder of form by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- gem_immortality.html
- The Road To Ruin by Siegfried Sassoon
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
