Lissabon

I feel these holes

in my astral shield.

the tides of time

make me sleepy.

but i walk

and see.

this city is beautiful

and strange.

i collect perfumes and smiles,

a scent of power and presence

my mind fills with ships

and poets

with sheer splendour, arrogant,

built on a past of wars

i walk on

meet faces

music

sensuously slurred words

which i cannot understand

just as i don't know

anything here

i listen to the wind

the Tejo slapping the banks

and i know, for each moment

we all pay with blood

Europe was raped

and she bore Minos

who kept a monster

in his maze

now the poor

need to find a thread

to help them out

i know

and you know

there is no garden

for the heart to rest

but for a short time

and time does not exist

for now

i sit in the sun

the coffee is good 

Adeus,Lisboa