Morning in the bay
This morning the water in the bay
is in a whispering mood, mellow and no temper
at crashing waves on the shore.
There is, near the water, a mysterious building that looks like
a luxurious old passenger liner without a motor
I`m told famous people live there, I don´t know
why they are famous, but I think they are of the type
which endlessly are interviewed on TV, talking about the obvious.
Or they are from families who can trace their ancestors
back to when Cascais was a fishing village.
I don´t think many actors live here they are too pedestrian
reducing the tone of inherited leisure.
Young people on the beach believe in eternal life
none of them wears masks, death is what happens to the old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem