At the restaurant, I noticed a man taking his meal
he ate chicken with chips and salad, I had fried liver
with onions, cabbage and carrots and no potatoes.
In front of him a full glass of beer I wondered when
he was going to drink it. He had coffee the glass still
full, he paid got up and drank the beer in one
long gulp, finally, I thought of going over to thank him
And there on another table sat Joao he had a full
bottle of wine with his meal and it was only lunch time.
no wonder he fumbled with the change when
I bought a newspaper. Watch the TV, she said but it was
too far away and blurry, I really wanted to go home
and write about thousands of birds falling from the sky
swarms of insect making it impossible to go outside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem