sunday Reflections

Sunday Reflections


Oslo airport, outside the sun shines cold and
the sky is a sheet of blue ice. Three days I spent
in Oslo looking at dwellings, near the castle,
nicely done up they were just like whores who
have had the good fortune marrying a rich idiot,
forgotten is the shady past, serious mien the poor
husband never gets a leg over now.

Hardy people the Oslo inhabitants are drink beer
with ice lumps in while it snows, this because
they can’t go inside to smoke, their hearts too frozen
too show any emotion other than watching porno.
I wanted to say halloo to my old friend the king,
knocked on the castle’s door his dim witted son
opened, I pinned a note on his forehead and left.

It’s nice to sit inside the warm airport knowing
soon I’ll be back in Portugal, it isn’t perfect and
rich, but the people have a song in their hearts
and the weather is for walking in her landscape,
beer is very cheap too and so is good bottle of
plonk. But roots are deep, when leaving I cried
a little, wish I could love my country a little more.