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
- Synchronicity by Marina Cecilia Kohon
- Ольга Берггольц – Память (Всей земною горечью и болью)
- Not Goo Hwome To-Night by William Barnes
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 9 из 15
- You Smile Upon Your Friend To-Day poem – A. E. Housman
- Verses on Sir Joshua Reynold’s Painted Window at New College, Oxford by Thomas Warton
- Fool by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Корнилов – Пишущая машинка
- Ольга Седакова – Памяти одной старухи
- The City Revisited by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Swimming Pool by Piera Chen
- Snail Poem by Peter Orlovsky
- Champagne 1914 15
- After Love by Sara Teasdale
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).
