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
- The Gardener XXVII: Trust Love by Rabindranath Tagore
- Song: Eternity of Love Protested by Thomas Carew
- On a certain Lady at Court poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Robert Burns: Rantin’, Rovin’ Robin:
- Олег Бундур – Света у доски
- Владимир Маяковский – Во весь голос
- Summer – The Second Pastoral; or Alexis poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- I Dream’d in a Dream. by Walt Whitman
- The Riddle by W H Auden
- Sonnet LXV by William Shakespeare
- Gazing at the Sacred Peak by Tu Fu
- Over The Hill From The Poor-House by Will McKendree Carleton
- His Pilgrimage by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Waly, Waly poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Михаил Кузмин – Заключение (Водительница Одигитрия)
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