beautiful Fado

Beautiful Fado

 

I sat in a Fado café where real Fado is sung

cried so much I was told to leave, because

Fado is soul-wrenching music, the artist

takes her soul and give it to us.

I cried outside till my tears became a flood

I was waist deep in tears, the water ran into

the café, that had to be evacuated.

Tears, as you know, are not cold but after

sometimes even tears cool and I thought

these people are emptying their souls

 every night, it is all a game to tickle your

emotion and then they go home and cook

dinner for a husband

I had figured out their game got up from

the pavement walked down to the railway

the station had a beer before going home.

 

◄ dead old lady

the mouser ►

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