Igor Sobral
New Member
This is one of my recent works that I did in main language but managed to translate into English, although not all accurate as I hoped. Hope you like it and most of all, feel it!
It is with happiness that I ascend
and get devoured by this hot air balloon.
Love is adventurous as a blimp,
soft and light as a soap bubble.
Wandering this youthful soap bubble
expecting me to cling lip after lip.
I see all your strengths,
virtues printed in pamphlets.
Viewing maps and contraptions,
your lines and brothels of innocence,
reasons to keep me close
and throw overboard this shortage.
This is the city where the child plays,
cheerful in Lisbon, the mosaic walks.
She knows love and knows the novel,
it holds to be fools in love.
Let us toast to childhood nostalgia
as we sailed down the river,
the old song praises the elderly Tejo
with piano chords and bass.
It is with happiness that I ascend
and get devoured by this hot air balloon.
Love is adventurous as a blimp,
soft and light as a soap bubble.
Wandering this youthful soap bubble
expecting me to cling lip after lip.
I see all your strengths,
virtues printed in pamphlets.
Viewing maps and contraptions,
your lines and brothels of innocence,
reasons to keep me close
and throw overboard this shortage.
This is the city where the child plays,
cheerful in Lisbon, the mosaic walks.
She knows love and knows the novel,
it holds to be fools in love.
Let us toast to childhood nostalgia
as we sailed down the river,
the old song praises the elderly Tejo
with piano chords and bass.
