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
- Владимир Домрин – Якутия
- In Imitation of Chaucer poem – Alexander Pope
- Николай Гумилев – Она говорила
- of spiritual matters by Raj Arumugam
- The Prioress’s Tale [from Chaucer] by William Wordsworth
- Thoughts Mahomed Akram
- Низами Гянджеви – Я бросил молодость в пожар моей любви
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вы в огне да и в море вовеки не сыщете брода
- Казимир Лисовский – Река Енисей
- if_i_were_king.html
- Владимир Маяковский – Небесный чердак
- Как тамада я выступаю в роли теоретика
- A Winter Bluejay by Sara Teasdale
- Forgotten by Priya Prithviraj
- On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860 64
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).
