Saturday, February 7, 2009

These lines I write -- with so much talent
It's unbelievable I hardly feel I've got any!
The fact is this life is a country place
Where a sensitive soul gets easily bored.

The English are made to exist.
There's no other people endowed with
Such tranquility. You throw them a penny
And one of them turns out a smile.

I belong to a type of Portuguese
Who since discovering India
Has been unemployed. Death's a certainty.
I've thought about this a great deal.

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