À Deriva Porto Rico
Fausto Bordalo Dias
Adrift in Puerto Rico
In that place they serve us tobacco instead of wine
In Puerto Rico, it smells like holy herb from Santo Domingo
so sweet and heartfelt, sucked and contained in the chest so alone
They sip like juices through the mouths in smokes through the noses
in powder
under the hot tropical lines are more
crystalline
music of seashells, of tambourines, of bells and
horns, transmarine
Scrambles, jumps, leaps, pricks, they do many thousand
craziness, who said it?
In such a way to sail to not lie down to the sea
Some tie us to each other, by the ropes, by the
stumps
Flutters, flies, kisses the wing through the nostrils
ecstasy, who would say?
They imitate birds which is rare and I even suffer from
the smell
One goes crazy and the other foolish because so much
bark is for the core
The crowd of gluttons fingers dry leaves, vicious
straws
in ecstasy hidden from everything lost the sense of
paths
and we walk adrift without north or sun in the
madness of revelries
if the pilot brings two norths by his sun another in
his fantasy
and the islands of this world without buoys to hold
them down at the bottom of this sea
walk on the waters dance through the waves like buoys
swaying to float
Scrambles, jumps, leaps, pricks, they do many thousand
craziness, who said it?
In such a way to sail to not lie down to the sea
Some tie us to each other, by the ropes, by the
stumps
Flutters, flies, kisses the wing through the nostrils
ecstasy, who would say?
They imitate birds which is rare and I even suffer from
the smell
One goes crazy and the other foolish because so much
bark is for the core