Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Ballad

Fado

Fado 
What do we do with Fado, this guitar sound and 
guttural Portuguese voice that has a twang of
Arabia in its heart and is pure poesy.

Life, loss longing and the finality of death, is in 
songs that celebrate love’s unbearable sweetness, 
our tragedy and the unobtainable.  

Yes, sing me a Fado, let me hear the guitar and
I will close my eyes float in a sea of melancholy
and remember you.

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Kathryn Collins April 18, 2012 at 10:40 AM Dear Jan I hadn't heard of Fado before. I went to Amazon to check it out and found samples of Amália Rodrigues singing beautiful music. I didn't understand a word but felt the air of your poem. It's a wonderful poem. love, Kathy Jan Oskar Hansen April 18, 2012 at 11:51 AM Fado is the music of the soul, my wife refuses to take me to a fado concert, we went once in Cascais and i was crying all the time, today I gave my latest book "Benafim where birds sing to noon" i had dedicated the book to her brother who died young, she cried I cried I'm hoplessly acrimonious

David Williams April 17, 2012 at 6:02 AM jan have you considered entering my contest????? Jan Oskar Hansen April 17, 2012 at 7:56 AM thank you David

David Williams April 17, 2012 at 5:32 AM jan, I love this, it takes me to good places, thanks for your kind comments..David Jan Oskar Hansen April 18, 2012 at 11:52 AM thank you david