Loucos de Lisboa

He would stop at the café when I was there
In his voice, he had the talent of beggars
Between one cigarette and another, he would serve
the espresso, to his best listeners

The hands and the gaze of the same color
Grey like the clothes he wore
A gesture that could be of love
He smiled, and upon leaving, he thanked

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They are the crazies from Lisbon
That make us doubt
That the Earth spins backwards
And the rivers are born in the sea

One day in a quartet room
A film about the hospital played
Where the forgotten filmed in the ghetto
Entered as the main artist

We bought tickets for the session
To see such a character on the screen
The battered face was the reason
Why he didn't show up in the morning

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We changed calendars many times
As the café changed its clientele
We paid tribute to those who stopped there
A crazy person keeping him company

And always the same posture, the same gaze
Of someone who doesn't count the wandering days
Sitting there, he continues to serve
Kisses to the girls who stroll by

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