February In Iberia Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

February in Iberia
It looks fine out there blue sky and sun
But don`t get fooled a bitter wind from the high North
is full of wroth wanting us to the bear the burden of frost.
Perhaps it is political; the western world is against us
We are successful while you are full of corruption
Corruption! It pauses a little; we mean the outward
type that enriches a third nation.
The gas hide in the bottle will not come up, and it is
Getting colder and we have no firewood, this is knows
And laugh around the house corner.
I look out the sun, and blue sky warms my heart but
My toes are frostbitten I have jumped up and down
Pretending to be a startled bird; it helps, but it is tiring
this cold day in winter Portugal.