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
