Porto Sentido

Who comes and crosses the river
Next to the Pilar mountain
sees an old house
that extends to the sea

Who sees you coming from the bridge
you're a waterfall, Saint John's
built on a hill
in the middle of the mist.

Through alleys and sidewalks
from Ribeira to Foz
through dirty and worn stones
and sad and lonely street lamps.

And that serious and solemn air of yours
of a face and stonework
that hides the mystery
of that beautiful and dark light

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Seeing you abandoned like this
in that dull tone
in that closed manner of yours
as if grinding a feeling

And it's always the first time
with each return home
to see you in that pride
of a wounded kite in the wing