Alentejo food
I`m boiling a pernil (pork knuckles)with
plenty of vegetables and slow cooks it until
the meat falls from the bone I pick it up
cut off the fat and bone and give it to
the neighbour`s dog that has been waiting
outside for that moment to arrive,
I drink the soup and eat the pieces meat and
the vegetables, we are both happy.
And this was an alternative poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem