Braga by Walid Saba

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

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Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).

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