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I don't have a common last name
(inherited from my
father), but I'm simple like
Silva from my mother...
I'm proud of what
I'm like I am..
I am not protected
by no one,
not ridden by
marauders assemblers,
I am of the light,
I'm not Lucena,
I'm from Paraíba, no
Maranhão...
I'm Portugal...
I'm an enlightener but
I'm not French,
I like Beatles but
I am not English...
But I'm not "mass",
I'm a bridge, I'm not
nihilist, I am Kant...
I like Brazilian women
with a beach flavor,
of French women with
taste of champagne,
Arabs who smell
camphor, oriental women
that smell like peach...
Who wants to be friends
that does not come with subterfuge,
come with sincere friendship,
not with real state or latifundium...
My property is not
of this world... my kingdom
It's much further away
sans universe limit...!
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and
were little stories
The pity is that I have to write without a publisher
can't afford to hire one; those I dare to ask run a thousand miles
one of them, a poor man, is a lecturer at Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled
in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal color
I wanted to know if there was a way for me to help get
her more gracious and straight
She took offense and said she was 105.
I felt like pointing out the tree by the drive into our village -
an olive tree is so old there is a possibility
Jesus sat under it, writing protest notes to the priests
in the service of the Roman church
One day the came, the uncouth people from the traffic division
chopped down ancient history and threw the remains
down a drain
Angrily, I protested to my doctor about the vandals
with my fist hit the table so hard a stethoscope fell to the floor
then the porter came, and I was made to leave.
When I came to Portugal, the natural thing was to study
and learn the language, but at the time, I was wrapped up
learning English
The Portuguese language is superbly fitted to Fado, but as a "lingo" for conversation, I failed,
I knew enough to get married.
The Norwegian vocality sounds like a Dane trying to talk Swedish
and is like wet cement being poured down a ditch dug by Lusitanos
spitting tobacco.
Ach, mein lieber Gott, I have lost many friends in the last sixty years.
Agent Patrick Chaves
in the beginning of this month, I was contacted by
family relation telling me of a quick way to make
some extra money by investing in gift cards and he
connected me to agent Patrick Chaves
I sent the cards, but when the promised payout didn't
happen there was demand for more card before
they could send me the profit; this happened several
times until I sopped sending more cards and accepted
my loss of over 4000euro
It didn't end there, the agent Patrick Chaves persistent
asked for more gift cards which I refused to pay
He sent me his ID card issued in California showing
a photo of an white bearded, elderly man born in 1949
I have tried to sent his photo to X but not sure how to
do this.
When I told the agent Patrick Chaves I would sent
the article to X he threatened to sue me, which made
me more suspicious as this what happened to me was
elaborate that has happened to many
In the world of the Internet everything is based on lies
When i trough third party contacted my relative
he knew nothing about the case, someone had taken
his name pretending he was the relative
As for agent Patrick Chaves, the one, I have been dealing
with is is a fake to His English is not up to standard
nor is mine, but detected a foreign voice that is possible
Romanian which refuses tells me he lives in Portugal
The only Portuguese with that name is retired footballer
who is also a businessman, I will not suggest he has
anything to do with this scam; having accepted my lose
I will continue to find who is behind the fraud
The Spanish queen and fooball
This forenoon in Cascais was very hot, sensibly I was not going out, switched on the TV and saw the second
half of a football match between England and Spain.
England, the favorite was on goal down at the time, but this didn't bother the biased commentator.
Since Spain was the underdog I rooted for this team but also because I took umbrage at his arrogance.
Not to forget, Spain is next door to Portugal, one has to show loyalty to Iberia.
What was watching was a new sport, similar to soccer
fast, but with sonorousness, that bad tackles and hurts
a temporary interruption, of a ballet on turf.
The last minute was dramatic, the English team went all out to score a goal but were denied.
The game was played in Australia and the Aussie public was even-handed and marvelous.
The Spanish queen with her daughter, had gone to Australia to see the match, this was a moral booster that helped, gave the extra strength to succeed.
Leticia, the Spanish queen, has brought King Felipe much happiness; this meeting of royals and commoners
(you and me) is not always smooth
I think of Prince Harry of England, a young man who liked to go out with his mates, hunting deer, a sport of blood that is a part of the upper classes, maybe Harry was not too keen on this sport, but preferred fast cars and
running in the woods.
He met, the love of his life, an American actress, she soon seduced him and they married.
Alas, she didn't take well to the royal obligations and
headed for the hills of Hollywood.
The sad part of this is she hates football, a sweaty game
not worth the effort
They have two small boys, wouldn't be great if they, one day, joined Liverpool Football Club?
Farewell
I'm tired of Portugal
this small country, not bigger
than a hamlet in Spain
their worldview is what
is seen from an Olive cops
small-minded
and deceitful, bewildering
where the Arabic influence
lingers
decapitated by Christianity
I have family in Spain
who read Cervantes
I don't know why
it could be they are working-class
they value me as an elder
in their clan
I even have a brother
I have never met
he lives in Chicago
the whisper is he is a gangster
The Portuguese is based on
avoiding the truth
at all cost
No matter how long you
live in this fantasy land
they will treat
a foreigner with hidden contempt
Yes, it is time to leave
this country of sheepherders
and lawyers
where the people still hanker
for the days
of dictatorship
a liter of wine
Some time ago, before Putin came to power and made Russia
into a modern state, many Russians came to Portugal, trying to find work
They were met with skepticism after years of propaganda about
Russia and communism had taken their toll
The locals offered little help
Every night, when the supermarkets shut, they waited for
The bins are filled with scraps of food, and one gathers rats
went hungry for a while.
One uniformed security guard got the idea of pouring bleach
on the discarded food, rendering it inedible
When people in
The town heard of this outrage, and people protested, demanding that the guard be fired from his job.
The guard's sadism made people look at the refugees with friendlier eyes, and they got temporary jobs here and there.
In front of me, at the supermarket, he had bought a carton of white wine priced at ninety cents.
Counting the coins in his shaky hands came to eighty cents; he looked crestfallen, the shame!
My thought was to be magnanimous and pay for his wine, but that would only make me feel good if he humiliated.
I slid a ten-cent coin onto the counter and said, 'Look, here is a forgotten coin.'
At the exit, he turned and nodded my way.
Ellie became instantly popular on Twitter,
For her Rio entrance to the 50m butterfly,
Which became known affectionately as,
The “gangster entrance”, her huge jacket.
Ellie was diagnosed in November of 2012,
Just after the London Paralympic Games,
When she was inspired by Ellie Simmonds,
To get into the pool and achieve ambitions -
She was diagnosed with Perthes hip disease,
Already she had achondroplasia, dwarfism,
But this meant she has physio every day,
A tough routine which perhaps you adjust to.
Her first international senior was 2015 Berlin -
She’s only fifteen, born on 30th August 2001 -
At the Internationale Deutsche Meisterschaften,
Where she set a WR, took 1 silver, 1 bronze.
On the run-up to Rio at the Euros in Portugal,
Ellie won a silver in the 50 metres butterfly S6,
Bronzes in the 50m, 100m and 400m freestyle,
So in Rio she won gold butterfly, bronze free.
David Wier OBE started out with a crowd of only five,
Watching him race in the fast track events very alive,
In the swift wheelchair races, as he is spinally injured,
From his birth, and could not use his legs anchored.
Disappointed with these Paralympics in Atlanta 1996,
Dignity did beckon him to ask people then to quickly fix,
This sheer ignorance about the worth of disabled folks,
So that the crowds then came, and disability was talks.
He’s a marathon racer and so won London six times,
He won two golds at the 2008 Beijing summertimes,
He won four golds at the 2012 Paralympics of flares,
Three for track, and one for the marathon that wares.
He succeeded in the Great North Runs with records,
And in the Great Manchester runs, like many Concords,
And has flown to Switzerland for the Oensingen run,
And to New York as well as to Portugal, Lisbon of sun.
Baroness Tanni-Gray Thompson inspired his long days,
The female wheelchair racer who won 16 medals, daze,
At the Paralympics, starting in Seoul in 1988 with speed,
She took the crowd to a very certain magic place indeed.
Twice he has won the British Wheelchair Sports Award,
He was disabled sports personality of the year, forward,
In 2006 as he was named, and in 2010 proud and tall,
He became part of the London Youth Games Fame Hall.
Wier has three kids, two with his present partner Emily,
A boy and two girls, and to Emily he’s not an anomaly,
Because he loves her very much, and who’s yet again,
Pregnant with baby, and so won’t being going to Rio ken.
The long walk (Serra de Estrella)
Crossing from France to Portugal, my car got stuck
in the snow, on the mountain of Sierra de Estrella
It was the year when much snow fell, but I walked on
coming down, I felt like Moses and his tablets.
It was getting warmer; the first to go was my coat
and tie, later my trousers jacket
Over Alentejo, it was hot; I traded my trousers with
a tramp who gave me his shorts and sandals.
When I arrived in Vilamoura, I was stopped by the police
and asked who I was. “English, I Said.” “No, you are not.”
“Yes, I’m” “No, you are not a proper English man
who will always wear socks with his sandals.”
A Games Maker at London’s Paralympics 2012,
Stephanie used to be a competitor able-bodied,
In the Great Britain team, mind on the Olympics,
Even tho’ since 11 her eyes were bad, crummier.
One day when she was training in a 50m sprint,
She felt a sharp, sudden pain shoot down her arm,
Which she just ignored, but it soon re-emerged,
Such that today she’s possesses nerve damage.
She’s a para-swimmer and competes in contests,
With other disabled sportsmen and sportswomen,
Her first competition as such was in Sheffield city,
2013, the British International Swimming Champs.
So at the Commonwealth Games held in Glasgow,
2014, Stephanie won a silver for the 100m freestyle,
And then in Eindhoven which is in the Netherlands,
7 golds: 1 for back, 1 fly, 3 free, 1 relay, 2 medley.
In Funchal which is on Madeira, Portugal, in 2016,
On this approach to Rio Stephanie won 2 golds,
At the European Championships highly spirited,
1 for the 50m freestyle and 1 for the 100m butterfly.
In Rio Stephanie won the silver in 1 min 10.32 secs,
And sealed gold along with her familiar colleagues,
In the 4x100m medley relay 34pts. From Preston,
She practices in their Club, born 7th February 1991.