Ah, todo o cais é uma saudade de pedra

It is the most beautiful, highborn
In the Iberian Peninsula
So beautiful that brings me to tears
Makes me hurt inside

I will always remember

All enchants me again
As if it was the first time
Magic time
Where everything that happened in one day
It had been transformed what I understand
by time and space

“Star of all life” [This could be its true name]

Finding it, the most beautiful [I cannot stop to say]
At the same Estation, on the same slopes
The same ways near of the big river

And the Atlantic that brings inside me a missing for a distant land
My country, my deep feeling
Betrayed and attracted to another

Another  piece of world, of space falling apart
Lines made accurately
Looking at it on the map
in a straight line to reach the ocean
And from there, sight – without exaggeration – with the little eyes another continent

Alone this time

It is a missing that kills
A missing I feel
on the skin
on the corner of my eyes
on the stone
on the dock.

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About Ana Villas Boas

I’m an urban sociologist and runner based in São Paulo, Brasil, focused on studies about body movement, landscapes, sounds, silence and senses. My current work has been on cultural heritage and preservation studies and I’m also yoga teacher, certified by Kundalini Research Institute.
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One Response to Ah, todo o cais é uma saudade de pedra

  1. Magnificent poetry and pictures! You captured in a few words all the emotional power of this city!

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