TESTO
On lazy summer afternoons,
under the sun of Rua da Alfândega,
the city reveals its silence,
a stillness, a sweet lament.
I walk along the lonely piers,
where time stops and slumbers,
I lose myself in intricate thoughts,
dancing in my mind, a little sad.
The poet is a pretender.
He pretends so completely,
that he even pretends that the pain
he truly feels is pain.
And those who read what he writes,
in the pain they read, feel well,
not the two pains he had,
but only the one they don't have.
Trams pass, turning the corner,
young people eager for conquests pass,
couples of future spouses pass, old men smoke on
their usual stroll,
shopkeepers stand idle in one doorway or another.
All this passes, and none of it means anything to
me, everything is
foreign to my destiny, even to destiny itself.
So many stories flow and are lost,
but none of it touches me,
the world is foreign, my destiny,
foreign even to myself.
The streets intertwine, shifting and uncertain,
where the day is only an echo of noises,
while the night embraces my thoughts,
and solitude dances among the emotions.
The poet is a pretender.
He pretends so completely,
that he even pretends that the pain
he truly feels is pain.
And those who read what he writes,
in the pain they read, feel well,
not the two pains he had,
but only the one they don't have.
So I continue my journey,
in the chiaroscuro of a strange world,
pretending that pain is the only friend,
in the solitude that embraces us all.
And as the night progresses,
my dreams dissolve into the darkness.
The poet is a pretender.
He pretends completely
Whoever pretends that it is gold
The gold you should feel.
And those who sing or write, In gold they feel well,
Not as two as they want, But only as they don't
want.
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ALBUM E INFORMAZIONI
La canzone The poet si trova nell'album Pessoa uscito nel 2025 per Tune Core.
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