There is too much wasteland in Lisbon yet

Para construir ou ajardinar, Armando?

...julgo que para construir...mas não sei ao certo...está assim há decénios...

É surpreendente estar vazio..

Thanks for fave, goandgo!

Thanks for fave, Ulrich John!

Thanks for fave, Steve Bucknell!

Thanks for fave, Annemarie!

Good for insects etc.!

Good for the owner! Its value increases with passing time!

I know something about godforsaken places.
Walking on the beach alone, far from the Dead Sea,
I thought I saw a horseshoe crab crawling slowly—
it was a Gideon Society, black Bible cover.
Another time, washed up on a Montauk dune,
I found a Chianti wine bottle
with a letter in it. I read to myself
a child’s handwriting: “Hello,
let’s make friends. Please call,” she gave her phone number.
I held the bottle a week before calling, then asked
for Mary Jane, in my best Portuguese accent,
I am Pessoa. I’m calling from Por-tu-gal.
I’ll be your friend. She called her father
and mother to the phone. I gave a good performance.
That’s the way it is with you, dear reader.

Beachcomber, by Stanley Moss

You surprised me as usual with such a pearl of black humour. What I mean is that this is a precious text I will like to translate in Portuguese and post it right here in Ipernity and my FB page as well. Thanks Steve!

A great poem for you to translate, Armando. I thought of You immediately.