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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- Lines Rhymed In A Letter From Oxford poem – John Keats poems
- You Know Where You Did Despise poem – Alexander Pope
- Омар Хайям – До коих пор униженный позор терпеть
- Михаил Кузмин – В гроте Венерином мы горим
- Robert Burns: Ballads on Mr. Heron’s Election, 1795: Ballad First
- Thistles by Ted Hughes
- Adela poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Аля Кудряшева – Если ты, к примеру, кролик с шелковистыми ушами
- Snakecharmer by Sylvia Plath
- When I Met My Muse by William Stafford
- May Morning by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Story Of Lilavanti
- While Summer Suns O’er the Gay Prospect Play’d by Thomas Warton
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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).
