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Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão

Side by side

Lisbon in the Fog

In the fog the city, drunk,
staggers and falls.
Formless, the buildings
lose their place and day.
Attached to nothing,
the walls are menhirs,
ancient and hazy stones
with no beginning, no end.

LISBOA SOB NÉVOA

Na névoa, a cidade, ébria
oscila, tomba.
Informes, as casas
perdem o lugar e o dia.
Cravadas no nada,
as paredes são menires,
pedras antigas, vagas
sem princípio, sem fim.

Fiama Hasse Pais Brandão

(Portugal, 1938 - 2007)

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LISBOA SOB NÉVOA

Na névoa, a cidade, ébria
oscila, tomba.
Informes, as casas
perdem o lugar e o dia.
Cravadas no nada,
as paredes são menires,
pedras antigas, vagas
sem princípio, sem fim.

From: As Fábulas

Lisbon in the Fog

In the fog the city, drunk,
staggers and falls.
Formless, the buildings
lose their place and day.
Attached to nothing,
the walls are menhirs,
ancient and hazy stones
with no beginning, no end.