Each language comes with set of "sensibilites"foreign to many other cultures,and largely not understood. I wrote the following "poem"in continental Portuguese, the language of the FADO [see below]. I found myself going in a direction I didn't intend. The language brought me there.No Brazilian would ever have written anything like this, nor would they have understood it.There is a '"streak'" in my own writing n English that comes from a similar place.Neither is very appealing and often misunderstood as melodrama,which, in fact, it just may be.But poetry tells who we are.

Trás-Os-Montes

faz um milhão de anos

parece que

deixei os vales

trás os montes altos

acima do mar

onde a lua amarêla pålida

faixas de vermelho escuro

sangra noite

e a chuva entristece dia

Há lugares nêste mundo

onde vai a natureza

a chorar sua tristeza

lugares que seguem

o coração

onde quer que va

TRAS-0S-MONTES [ a harsh mountainous region in north-west Portugal]

I left the valleys

across the mountains

high above the sea

where the pale yellow moon

with streaks of deep red

bleeds the night

and a cold rain

saddens the day.

There are places in this world

where Nature cries her sadness.

Places that follow your heart

wherever you go

FADO

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