Best Fado Poems

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...

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Chicken and Fado

 They eat a lot of roasted chicken with chips
in Portugal, once it was a rare food now it is eaten
with gusto most...

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Limerick: Once a Belly-Dancer in Cairo

Once a Belly-Dancer in Cairo
Tried to wiggle her way through Fado
Only thing she had on
Was a navel button:
(Now) Fado mambo-jambo...

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Antelope.

A springbok runs fast on the savanna avoiding
lions and other predators, but ultimately it is
destined to become food for slayers and thus
 useful. Going back...

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The Mass
On Palm Sunday, she will go to church, not driven but walk on 
old feet that hurt for every step, I will sit at...

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Behind the Façade 

Behind the Holyday Inn near the bus station used by
we the masses and immigrants, there are streets of houses
kept in the gloomy...

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The Paratrooper

I was falling through the air couldn’t see a thing, opened up
my big black umbrella and descended in an orderly fashion.
A scythe of a...

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Weekend in Cascais
On Cascais glittering Saturday bay, slowly rides a rust stripped
bulk-carrier, sailors on the deck look at the town and think it
is Paradise, from...

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The Catering life

It is sunny and warm on the terrace.
I sit with my face facing the sun. It is supposed to be healthy
vitamin D, and...

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The wild beast

On the savanna runs the spring-bock not easy to catch by lions,
but as it gets older and slower, it loses out and becomes...

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like a wind that burns your chest
we did it again
we  did it the same
again
soul made from the mother's milk soul, hold me
cover me
wrap me...

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Flying high
 
I fall through the air so dense can´t see a thing
opened up my big, black umbrella
descended in an orderly fashion.
A scythe of a...

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Pope Frances 

It is a warm sunny day in Lisbon, the pope sits atop of 
Mercedes Jeep, he looks like an easy target for assassins
Men...

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Twins

40 years ago I let go of the twin that lived inside of me
My twin was a nice person and feared upsetting anyone
hence he had...

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Estrela

Diretora,
no palco 
do sábado
estrelado, 
a dança das
decisões
é o teu fado: 
as estrelas guiam 
com sua luz divina, 
e sábia, tu segues 
e guia
a rota que
...

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