Fado Poems - Poems about Fado

...Sometimes writing poetry is my mistake, Better to embark on a large cargo ship, Which will take you to Tahiti or Honolulu, Better give candy to a blue-eyed schoolgirl, Sometimes writing poetry ......Read the rest...

...How beautiful and discreet, this port, at night, When you listen to fado, come that voice, Misia It becomes deep and mysterious, sonorous, Its numerous lights are warm as wool. How enchanting t......Read the rest...

...A Warped Tree Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook or Twitter the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collect......Read the rest...

...Morning Thoughts Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green Ten days ago, ......Read the rest...

...On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each stood at a respectful distance from each other A year later in high summer, the forest to......Read the rest...

...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 no opinion relying on me being called unpleasant names. He wa......Read the rest...

...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 in black suits and open jackets hurry alongside the jeep exc......Read the rest...

...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 se destina para fa......Read the rest...

...Fado, she said I sat in my study had tried to write a poem, failed, switched the TV, and a, “show ” female singers sang in English, trying to sound like some American singer, they had learned the ......Read the rest...

...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 in your clay like a lost child weeping in the street......Read the rest...

...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 moon gave enough light I could see the coastline ......Read the rest...

...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 so on. I`m not so sure, I have had skin cancer twice. Once......Read the rest...

...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 a meal for the predators. A million years ago my ancesto......Read the rest...

...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 days, it is cheap and filling. What sets Portugal apart is Fa......Read the rest...

...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 moon gave enough light so I could see the c......Read the rest...