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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- “Because I failed, shall I asperse the End” poem – Alfred Austin
- Grandfather’s Love by Sara Teasdale
- Федор Сологуб – Знаю знанием последним
- Lines written on a Bank-note by Robert Burns
- The Widow’s House by William Barnes
- The New House A-Gettèn’ Wold by William Barnes
- The Sun Of The First Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- A Fairy Song by William Shakespeare
- Death In Leamington poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Новелла Матвеева – Художник, незнакомый с поощреньем
- Complaint Prometheus
- To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse by Sara Teasdale
- Repentance poem – Ygor Noblott poems | Poetry Monster
- Pursuit by Sylvia Plath
- Blessens A-Left by William Barnes
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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