Lisboa que Amanhece

Tired bodies head home
From the rhythms borrowed from another dance
The night pretends to be
Still a child with eyes on the moon
With its
Blindness of reason and desire

The night is blind, the shadows of Lisbon
Are the dark side of the white city
Lisbon is a single mother
Loved like the most defenseless
Princess
That the darkness crowned one day

I don’t know if your kiss lasts forever
Or just what’s left of this night
The wind, finally, has stopped
I can barely see it
Over the Tagus
And now anything can be
Everything that seems
In Lisbon at dawn

The Tagus reflecting the day unleashed
The night is a prisoner of gazes
At the Cais dos Miradoiros
The sailors are arriving from the bars
Lovers
Of the webs that love and smoke weave

And Necas thought she was a singer
That the gifts of the night are eternal
As dawn arrives
She has to shave her legs so the day
Doesn’t betray
Dietrichs that weren’t even Marlenes

In dreams, it’s known, you don’t die
In fact, that’s the only advantage
After the pointless toil
The people go on a journey to deep sleep
Fertile
In glories and terrors and adventures

And woe to those who wake up groggy
Peeking through the crack to see if it’s day
And the simple anxieties
Coldly dictate sentences in the ear
Noise
That the night gets used to and transforms

In Lisbon at dawn