Portugal
Wondrous little country of the sea,
with such an intimate relationship
of all your ages with that vastness
of the utmost depths of all the world,
the ocean, rather temperate and mollified
around your latitudes, and warm as such
like something of a universal mother.
That has marked you as one of the gentlest nations
with the softest of the latin languages,
a language made for love and music,
which indeed Brazil, that formidable daughter
just across next door of yours, has proved,
while you remain a dream of sweetest melancholy,
melting off in Fado singing all the time;
while once, which we must not forget,
you were the Queen of all the oceans of the world
who organized the first colonial empire overseas
and was the last to give that effort up.
Still, you retain the ocean
with its fathomless profundity of dreams
which is your special personal possession
transforming it into the loveliest song of all the ages,
that of your peculiar love affair
with all the universal ocean.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2007-09-19 at 10:08
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