segunda-feira, 21 de março de 2011



Good old times


Young whores walking

Up and down

Side by side,

Madmen talking alone,

Businessmen like madmen,

Students and other

Unemployed people

(They will get there),

Old slow forgotten people,

Bums, policemen,

Diseased, sick,

Drunk, dumb, numb,

Alone, lost,

Going, coming,

Cumed, dirty, empty,

Tired, fired,

Disappointed and

Delusion on the

Sidewalk

Across the street,

Through my small

Room window

In this old

Decadent “big” city

Called Oporto.



B.



Christmas Eve


I came from work

I cooked the codfish

Two different ways,

I had refused two

Invitations

For that night

(I´m too dangerous

When I feel

Lonely)

And I was all by myself.


I ate the codfish,

I drunk wine,

A bottle

Of champagne

With chocolates,

While I listened

Christmas songs.

At 9 p.m.

I was drunk,

Numbed and strangely

Not sad,

Even thou it was

Christmas Eve

And I was about

5000 km from my family,

All alone.

I felt somehow

Light and far.


Next day I had

To wake up at 4 a.m.

Because I was needed

At work earlier:

It was Christmas.



At least, something

Was new

In that same old night.



B.