Montras [English translation]

I walk along a pavement

I trip in the confusion

I leave the avenue

and the whole city extends a hand to me.

I follow a road, walking, and people go by

crowded, speaking, the river ahead,

seagulls flying against the horizon.

Only your love is your reality

Only your love

There are window shops, streets,

and the footsteps

do not stop at the lights

There are a thousand people

who are crossing a real life

the disillusioned, the migrants, the gypsies,

a normal day,

like the breeze that over the river

until the end of the evening

in the Lisbon-tale ending...

Only your love is your reality

Only your love

People who go by

to whom they steal insurance

people who enlarge

the queues of the unemployed,

there are shop owners, the police, banks, newspapers,

like the boats who go by

so full, so close,

as they leave the quay.

Only your love is your reality

Only your love...

translated by Rossella

• Artist:Mariza