Port I
The watercraft fill me of life of emotions
I’m an port
Dress me of sun of mith Live of fantasy
The night: shady place in what hovers the wind with melancholic swish
Where itself the cold and the ache of stay when all leaves
I’m an port
permanently empty
in the distressing wait of my eternal ship…
*version devoted JFernandes “Arte Condesa” Book “Retratos” – page 32