an emigre's dilemma
A émigré`s Dilemma
I have lived in this foreign country for a long time, longer than I should
For many seasons I have seen, my hair is gray and my brow wrinkled
seeking an understanding of a life that makes no sense.
I know their culture, have read Fernando Pessoa sing their
songs, but I came here as an adult, and my heart is not there.
I wanted to be a part of this Iberian country, but when
remembering a lullaby, my mother used to sing, when the party
It's over, I know I’m a pretender.
I have lived here too long, but if I go back to my old country
I will be a stranger in a town where no one knows my name,
And I will dream of a mythical Portugal.
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