Sunday, September 14, 2014


The Last Train From Lisbon

The Last Train from Lisbon
That Friday evening
As the street lights turned on
She walked out
And left on the pavement her footprints
Like music notes
From moonlight sonata
Since then I carry on my lips
A kiss as glorious as Milky Way
And I am looking for a word
That will describe her magic
I was born that evening
On the Faro train station
An orphan with no past
Deceived by the future
Accused by my own words
Cursed to love
Without ceasing
Enchanted goddess of longing

I still remember
The last train from Lisbon
The evening of my birth
As the street lights turned on
That Friday evening in Faro

(A poem from the novel “Weekend in Faro”)



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