.: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....

.: My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse.....: On account of my shadow the frogs are deprived of stars. The shadow sends my body reflections of quiet things. My shadow moves lik...

My shadow glides in silence over the watercourse...

On account of my shadow
the frogs are deprived of stars.

The shadow sends my body
reflections of quiet things.

My shadow moves like a huge
violet-coloured mosquito.

A hundred crickets are trying
to gild the glow of the reeds.

A glow arises  in my breast,
the one mirrored in the water.

The frozen frog on ice...

.: In the infinity of white, - snow, - spikenard, - a...

.: In the infinity of white, - snow, - spikenard, - a...: The colour white moves over a soundless carpet of pigeon feathers. Eyeless, no gesture, stock-still, he is a haunted by a dream. ...

In the infinity of white, - snow, - spikenard, - and salt flat, - his fantasy went astray...

The colour white moves
over a soundless carpet
of pigeon feathers.

Eyeless,
no gesture,
stock-still,
he is a haunted by a dream.
But inwardly he quivers.

In the infinity of white
what a clean,
long gash his fantasy left !

in the infinity of white.
Snow.
Spikenard.
Salt flat.

.: Arrogance...

.: Arrogance...: The weight of arrogance is such that no bird can fly carrying it. And the man who feels superior (like our politicians);  That ma...

.: Dagens tanker !

.: Dagens tanker !: We pass and dream Earth smiles Viritue is rare. Age, duty, money, Gods weight on our conscious bliss Hope for the best and for the wors...

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

.: Green sound intact. The fig tree's arms open to me...

.: Green sound intact. The fig tree's arms open to me...: Its shadow, like a panther, stalks my lyrical shadow. The moon is counting dogs. She slips and stars over. Yesterday, tomorro...

Green sound intact. The fig tree's arms open to me.

Its shadow,
like a panther,
stalks my lyrical shadow.

The moon is counting dogs.
She slips and stars over.

Yesterday,
tomorrow,
black and green,
you haunt my laurel wreath.

No one would love you like
me
if you'd only change my heart !

... And the fig tree shouts and
comes at me in frightful
proliferation.

.: The song I'll never speak on the tip of my tongue ...

.: The song I'll never speak on the tip of my tongue ...: On the honeysuckle a firefly blinked and the moon was pricking the water with a beam. It was then I dreamed the song I'll nev...

The song I'll never speak on the tip of my tongue fell aslep. The song I'll never speak.

On the honeysuckle
a firefly blinked
and the moon was pricking
the water with a beam.

It was then I dreamed
the song
I'll never speak.

Song filled with lips
and hope,
flowing from far away.

Song filled with hours 
and hope
whiled away in the shade.

Song of stars alive 
and hope
in perpetual daytime skies.

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

.: In you ...

.: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

.: Arrogance...

.: Arrogance...: The weight of arrogance is such that no bird can fly carrying it. And the man who feels superior (like our politicians);  That ma...

.: Good morning ...

.: Good morning ...: Bitter love, a violet with its crown of the thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you com...

.: The creation...

.: The creation...: That happened in the great silence when grass was born, when light had just detached itself and created the vermilion and the statues...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: Good morning ...

.: Good morning ...: Bitter love, a violet with its crown of the thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you com...

.: Arrogance...

.: Arrogance...: The weight of arrogance is such that no bird can fly carrying it. And the man who feels superior (like our politicians);  That ma...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?: Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que? Hvorfor er verden så kald?                      ...

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?: Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que? Hvorfor er verden så kald?                      ...

.: To a young friend suffering from ...

.: To a young friend suffering from ...: On the wrist a watch Coldly ticking, ticking, ticking as if there were no eternity. Cancer here has been, like a black crow, Insid...

To a young friend suffering from ...

On the wrist a watch
Coldly ticking,
ticking,
ticking as if there were no eternity.

Cancer here has been, like a black crow,
Inside her scavenging,
Pecking her life out of her.

In the house,
In a tin,
There's a cake,
Whole
Except for one slice.

The bed's not been made
And the shape of her sleep's still there,
That and Bruno, her old teddy bear.

There are cloths with signs of life in them
Hanging heavily, like longing;
Skirts,
Frocks,
Death.

A note to her husband:
Remember to pay all the bills,
Remember to be nice,
To all.

In the face of these things
And as they see her harrowed husband
People find that they are
Compelled to be kind.
And in the midst of all this trouble
A man find himself wondering
Whether life has cankered
Or,
Some way,
somehow,
Conquered...

.: To my friend... The travler

.: To my friend... The travler: These stones aren't sad. Within them lives gold, they have the seeds of plants, they have bells in their depths, gloves of iron,...

.: To my friend... The travler

.: To my friend... The travler: These stones aren't sad. Within them lives gold, they have the seeds of plants, they have bells in their depths, gloves of iron,...

To my friend... The travler

These stones aren't sad.
Within them lives gold,
they have the seeds of plants,
they have bells in their depths,
gloves of iron,
marriages
of time with the amethysts:
on thee inside laughing with rubies,
nourishing themselves from lightning.

Because of this,
traveller,
pay attention to the hardships
of the road,
to mysteries on the walls.

I know this at great cost,
that all life is not outward
nor all death within,
and that the age writes letters
with water and stone for no one,
so that no one knows,
so that no one understands anything.

.: Good morning ...

.: Good morning ...: Bitter love, a violet with its crown of the thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you com...

.: The creation...

.: The creation...: That happened in the great silence when grass was born, when light had just detached itself and created the vermilion and the statues...

The creation...

That happened in the great silence
when grass was born,
when light had just detached itself
and created the vermilion and the statues,
then
in the great solitude
a howl began,
something rolled crying,
the shadows half-opened,
rising alone as if the
planets sobbed
and then the echo 
rolled,
tumbling and tumbling
until what was born was silent.

But stone preserved the memory.

It guarded the opened snout of
shadows,
the trembling sword of the
howl,
and there is in the stone an animal
without name
that still howls without voice
toward the
emptiness.

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

.: The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...: I was treading a dark clay that trembled and I, sinking and coming out, decided that you should come out of me, that you were weighi...

The dream...Walking on the sands I decided to...

I was treading a dark clay
that trembled and I,
sinking and coming out,
decided that you should come out
of me, that you were weighing me down
like a cutting stone,
and I worked out your loss
step by step:
to cut off your roots,
to release you alone into the wind.

Ah in that minute,
my dear,
a dream with its terrible wings
was covering you.

You felt yourself swallowed
by the clay,
and you called to me and I did
 not come,
you were going,
motionless,
without defending yourself
until you were smothered in the
quicksand.
Afterwards
my decision encountered your dream,
and from the rupture that was breaking
our hearts
we came forth clean again,
naked,
loving each other without dream,
without sand,
complete and radiant,
sealed by fire...

.: Happy day to you … Hope you will have a good and n...

.: Happy day to you … Hope you will have a good and n...: Make my friend happy That’s a good thing Happiness for you and the world Happiness without a penny For you and me ...

Happy day to you … Hope you will have a good and nice day.

Make my friend happy

That’s a good thing

Happiness for you and the world

Happiness without a penny

For you and me

You are a miracle

Happiness’ are you and me

You are my days

You are a miracle

You make me strong

If I could have a which

I will give you a miracle

You are a miracle in so many ways

You give me hope

You make me strong

Happy day to you my best friend.

.: In you ...

.: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

.: Oh Guitarra !

.: Oh Guitarra !: La Guitarra                                                    The Guitar Empieza el llanto                                   ...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

.: Hvis jeg var en Bjørn, og både sterk og stor. Var ...

.: Hvis jeg var en Bjørn, og både sterk og stor. Var ...: I like my friends, I hope ?

.: Oft fuhl ich jetz... (und) je tiefer ich einsehe, ...

.: Oft fuhl ich jetz... (und) je tiefer ich einsehe, ...: I often feel, and ever more deeply I realize, that fate and character are the same conception. Hills of the North, rejoice; Rivers and...

.: En kommer ikke dypere enn til bunns... One comes n...

.: En kommer ikke dypere enn til bunns... One comes n...: On the coast of... Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods, And no fish this year, Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, (cal...

.: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....

.: Han tok det som en mann... Og skyldte på sin kone....: Lykkelig ? Jo, det har visst hendt i stunder da jeg minst av alt tenkte på noe så frøkenfint som lykke. Hos kvinnen er alt hjertet, ti...

.: That innuendos Will serve him no longer in verse o...

.: That innuendos Will serve him no longer in verse o...: Do not despair For Johnny-head-in-air; He sleeps as sound As Johnny underground Fetch out no shroud For Johnny-in-the-cloud; And kee...

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?

.: Hvorfor ? Por que ?: Hvorfor?                                                                          Por que? Hvorfor er verden så kald?                      ...

.: For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...

.: For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water for respite and calm, Forever at...

.: Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the ...

.: Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the ...: Fairy - Tales The blizzard whirled the world. again it snowed, in crazy pellets Or in fuzzy flakes. Fresh paths for light to reach the...

.: The master said you must not heed - What others ta...

.: The master said you must not heed - What others ta...: Under the happy trees they sit That talk of nothing and of wit. Under the silent trees they stand That talk of mirth and no man's la...

.: Den ene synd drar den andre etter seg...

.: Den ene synd drar den andre etter seg...: Nei takk til sirkus: Nei takk, jeg vil ikke ha billetter til Deres sirkus. Og nå skal jeg forklare dere hvorfor. Jeg kan ikke fordra fo...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...

.: Praise to the Rich peoples or ?...: Under the wheels of luxury... And so, making clear in advance I know there are miles   between us; and I reckons myself with the tra...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...

.: If I had your smile awaiting me...: If I had your smile awaiting me, the train would recite, across the flat fields of Europe, the syllables of your name. If I had you...

.: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system

.: Drivkraften styrke - - - en ide satt i system: Helt alene, kun meg selv, Jeg er glad alikevel! Shakespeare sa: False to my nature? Rather say I play ... The man I am. Ha en god ...

.: Barefoot over the earth!

.: Barefoot over the earth!: Shavings curl on the beach Which berry-smells fill. A cottage grows up On Sintras hill In half-an-hour`s walk From the village My ...

.: In you ...

.: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...: The church growls in the distance, like a bear on its back. How well she embroiders with that  grace ! On the straw cloth she w...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker,  and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...

.: Vi tynges i støvet av syndenes skrud, men fuglen i...: Vilt er livet... men vilvin er villere... For alle gode tanker de kan slett ikke dø... For ennå bedre tanker er spiret av deres frø... ...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...

.: Gråsteinen er en ærlig stein. Prøver aldri å narre...: I fjellet Fjellet stiger mot himmelen, stivnet og stum av sinne. Dypt der nede er dalen innhyllet i et slør av tåke. Stormer ru...

.: Ah..., do you know, do you know where you come fro...

.: Ah..., do you know, do you know where you come fro...: From a lake with white and hungry gulls. Next to the water of winter' she and I raised a red bonfire wearing out our lips from...

Ah..., do you know, do you know where you come from ?

From a lake with white and
hungry gulls.

Next to the water of winter'
she and I raised a red bonfire
wearing out our lips
from kissing each other's
souls,
casting all into the fire,
burning our lives.

That's how we came into the world...

But she,
to see me and to see you,
one day crossed the seas and I,
to clasp her tiny waist,
walked all the earth,
with wars and mountains,
with sands and thorns.

That's how we came into the world.

You come from so many places,
from the water and the earth,
from the fire and the snow,
from so far away you journey 
toward the two of us,
from the terrible love
that has enchained us,
that we want to know
what you're like,
what you say to us,
because you know more
about the world we gave you.

Like a great storm
we shook
the tree of life
down to the hidden-most
fibbers of the roots
and you appear now
singing in the foliage,
in the highest branch
that with you we reach...

.: Det ubegripelige: Det kan jeg ikke begripe, de fol...

.: Det ubegripelige: Det kan jeg ikke begripe, de fol...: Det jeg ikke kan begriper, er de mennesker med  messinghjerter, som i mitt indre svever en himmel full av smerte. Det kan nok du i...

.: Good morning ...

.: Good morning ...: Bitter love, a violet with its crown of the thorns in a thicket of spiky passions, spear of sorrow, corolla of rage: how did you com...

Good morning ...

Bitter love,
a violet with its crown of the thorns
in a thicket of spiky passions,
spear of sorrow,
corolla of rage: how did you come
to conquer my soul ?...
What via dolorosa brought you ?

Why did you pour your tender fire
so quickly, over my life's cool  leaves ?
Who pointed the way to you ?
What flower,
what rock,
what smoke showed you where I live ?

Because the earth shook - it did -.
that awful night;
then dawn filled all the globes
with its wine;
the heavenly sun declared itself;

While inside,
a ferocious love wound around
and around -
and around me - till it pierced me
with its thorns,
its sword,
slashing a seared road through my heart.

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...

.: We pass and dream, Earth smiles, Virtue is rare, A...: We live on, but, don`t understand the life ! Whether to suffer - so odd ! Or to triumph ? Be jealous or offer : My thanks to God I do...

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...: My life is like the single dewy star that trembles on the horizon's primrose-bar,- A microcosm where all things living are. And...

.: Nothing more --- Nada mas

.: Nothing more --- Nada mas: I stood by truth : to establish light in the land. I wanted to be common like bread: so when the struggle came she wouldn't find...

Nothing more --- Nada mas

I stood by truth :
to establish light in the land.

I wanted to be common like bread:
so when the struggle came she wouldn't find me missing.

But here I am with what I loved,
with the solitude I lost:
but by this stone I don't rest.

The sea works in my silence.

De la verdad fui solidario:
de instaurar luz en la tierra.

Quise ser común como el pan:
la lucha no me encontró ausente.

Pero aquí estoy con lo que ame,
con la soledad que perdí:
junto a esta piedra no reposo.

Trabaja el mar en mi silencio.

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.  Dog of mine, if God is in my verse, I am God. If God is in your distressed eyes, you are...

.: Hush, little baby; for the horse at the stream - B...

.: Hush, little baby; for the horse at the stream - B...: Pollution Sleep, little flower for the horse that won't drink. For the horse starts to weep. The water flows deeply but in blo...

.: Winter dream's on the Guincho.

.: Winter dream's on the Guincho.: In a restaurant at the sea's edge I saw muscular lobsters eating people They praised the bleached linen tablecloths Admiring the ...

.: De esler, som smidig på fire går kan en lett kjenn...

.: De esler, som smidig på fire går kan en lett kjenn...: Kvinne, Jeg vil ikke se på mote eller måte, men se om du med hjerte kan le, og kan av ånden gråte. Senile esler, en kan begynne...

.: Arrogance...

.: Arrogance...: The weight of arrogance is such that no bird can fly carrying it. And the man who feels superior (like our politicians);  That ma...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...

.: Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvi...: My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.  Dog of mine, if God is in my verse, I am God. If God is in your distressed eyes, you are...

Y que importancia tengo yo en el tribunal del olvido ?

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset. 

Dog of mine,
if God is in my verse,
I am God.

If God is in your distressed eyes,
you are God.

No one exists in this immense
world of ours that might kneel
before us two !

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...

.: I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wis...: You whom I do not tell that at night I lie and weep, whose nature leaves me ready to sleep as a cradle might - you who say nought wh...

.: I built the house... (Dream) I made it first of ai...

.: I built the house... (Dream) I made it first of ai...: Yes, I'm guilty of all I failed to do, of what I didn't sow, cut,  measure, of not having incited people to populate lands...

.: I built the house... (Dream) I made it first of ai...

.: I built the house... (Dream) I made it first of ai...: Yes, I'm guilty of all I failed to do, of what I didn't sow, cut,  measure, of not having incited people to populate lands...

I built the house... (Dream) I made it first of air. Then I raised the flag in the air and I left it hanging from the firmament, from the stars, from the lightness and the darkness.

Yes, I'm guilty
of all I failed to do,
of what I didn't sow,
cut, 
measure,
of not having incited people
to populate lands,
of having remained in the desert,
my voice talking to the sand.

.: In you ...

.: In you ...: You little rose, rose-let, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as through I'll ...

.: Alles, was wir an den Kindern andren wollen, sollt...

.: Alles, was wir an den Kindern andren wollen, sollt...: If there is anything that we  wish to change in the child, we should first examine it  and see whether it is not something that could b...

.: False to my nature ? Rather say I play... The man ...

.: False to my nature ? Rather say I play... The man ...: The lost time; We count hours and days Stress or the same as... What time... we need to live ? On this earth is precious time, why ? ...

.: I don't know if the stars rule the world - Or if P...

.: I don't know if the stars rule the world - Or if P...: Genius ? At this moment... a hundred thousand brains are  dreaming they're geniuses can solve all the future PC's problems. ...

I don't know if the stars rule the world - Or if PC's or Tablets - Can reveal anything. I don't know if the playing of the Computer can lead to any conclusion. But I also don't know if anything is attained by living the most people do ? What next ?

Genius ?
At this moment...
a hundred thousand brains are 
dreaming they're geniuses can
solve all the future PC's problems.
And it may be that history won't
remember even one...

Insane asylums are full of
lunatics with certainties !

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...

.: En ti la tierra ... In you the earth...: Pequeña rosa, rosa pequeña a veces, diminuta y desnuda, parece que en una mano mia cabes, que asi voy a cerrarte y llevarte a m...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...

.: The Gypsy Nun... Silence of lime and myrtle. Mallo...: The church growls in the distance, like a bear on its back. How well she embroiders with that  grace ! On the straw cloth she w...

.: Life is a house in ruins...

.: Life is a house in ruins...: And we mean to fix it up  and make it snug. With our hands we knock it  into shape to the very top. Like our life's... Two in ...

.: Livet... There is always a certain risk in being a...

.: Livet... There is always a certain risk in being a...: Drivkraftens styrke... En ide satt i system.

.: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...

.: Se ven desde las barandas, por el monte, monte, mo...: Sus ojos en las umbras se empanan de inmensa noche. En los recodos del aire  cruje la aurora salobre. Un cielo de mulos blancos da...

.: Everything softly hums, the same. The wind stops b...

.: Everything softly hums, the same. The wind stops b...: The time I've spent dreaming--- Years and years of my life ! Ah, how much of my past Was only the false life Of a future I imagi...

.: The black thorn...

.: The black thorn...: This twisted and bitter figure A thorn in the side of our life. Is now leaving its lonely station: To its final call it must yield. ...

The black thorn...

This twisted and bitter figure
A thorn in the side of our life.
Is now leaving its lonely station:
To its final call it must yield.

The locality hardly notices
As it's lowered into the earth;
It has only one solitary mourner
Weeping for all she's worth.

For who would recall, but a mother,
As the tears come down in showers,
That this young black hand in its early life
Was a breathtaking whiteness of flowers ?

.: If I should ever by chance...

.: If I should ever by chance...: If I should ever by chance grow rich I'll buy elephant's, crocodiles, and monkeys, roses, pygron, and lap-water,  I think... ...

If I should ever by chance...

If I should ever by chance grow rich
I'll buy elephant's, crocodiles, and monkeys,
roses, pygron, and lap-water, 
I think... if I can.
And let them all to my friend as a award.
The rent I shall ask of her will be only
Each year's first violets, white and lonely,
The first primroses and orchises -
She must find them before I do,    that is.
But if she finds a blossom on furze
Without rent they shall all for ever be hers,
Whenever I am sufficiently rich :
I shall give them all to my friend...

.: Winter dream's on the Guincho.

.: Winter dream's on the Guincho.: In a restaurant at the sea's edge I saw muscular lobsters eating people They praised the bleached linen tablecloths Admiring the ...

Winter dream's on the Guincho.

In a restaurant at the sea's edge
I saw muscular lobsters eating people
They praised the bleached linen tablecloths
Admiring the sea, blue in the sun, as always in
Cascais.
The mincing metre of the baby waves.

They praised, too the red meat, the white meat,
Said how convenient it was to keep them, live, in cages
Between the rock and the tide
Until ready to be boiled and pull to pieces.

The wine of long friendship lent the gathering flavour
A source of puzzlement, of wonderment,
'What if we were this dish upon its bed of leaves,
What if these humans were qua-drilling all around us
In evening clothes, to their cacophonous instruments ?

Thank God we have investments in the sand
Property lent out at highest interest, unconditional
Rights to the produce of labour from the world's gold beaches.

We, inheritors of the culture of the ages
Let us savour the choicest portions of these powerless dishes
In this endless feast between the sun and wine.'