A Pessoan fado
In a neighbourhood of Lisbon
A Lusitanian poem
In the words of Camões
A seagull on land
A subject predicate
A port forgotten
A boat moored
The wind takes them
Mere words
Guards in its chest
The ingenuity
Figure of speech
Your voice in the prow
Of a verse already spent
In the look of a person
A perfect phrase
And a lingering kiss
An open door
Sin brings odour
A guitar with yearning
Heard in the doorways
In a joyful city
Overlooking the docks
The wind takes them
Mere words
Guards in its chest
The ingenuity
Figure of speech
Your voice in the prow
Of a verse already spent
In the look of a person