Portal To the South

I miss you, already Your rough beauty How you pretend to be wild Being already postmodern. The swings in your mood Welcoming and repelling me, Caressing me, bringing me down. Your invitations to dive into sins Gluttony, sloth, lust and death - When in fact, you were bringing me back to life. A part of me is kept with you Taken by the roar and fury of your waters Against the Moles Against your basalt towers. Kept in the flight of the lapwings, Of the swallows In the height of your trees In the stones on the corner of the beach of Cal In the shyness and candor of your people In the insensitiveness of your guests In the sincere passion of one of your sons With pearly blue marbles for eyes Who never tires of telling about your beauties Remains with you, a piece of me Stuck in the whistle of these very waters When they calm down Washing the sands Shaking the mussels Shhh ... shhh ... shhh ... shhh One day I will come back to see you, Torres And make myself whole again. Torres is the first city of Rio Grande do Sul State, the most southern state of Brazil. I've fallen in love with it.