we made like mad
just as they made love
visotski and marina vlady in the seventies
or liz taylor and richard burton
I sat at the old oak table
we were looking at each other
sometimes we smiled insinuating
we were touching our fingers by chance
and were listening to the clink of crystal glasses
at some point you asked for an autograph
and I wrote it with a black eyeliner pen
on the green vintage vinyl lacquered purse
my heart was shaped like a cup of coffee
from which you sipped tenderly and tactically
and the voice of amalia rodrigues
echoed in the room
“o meu fado o meu amor”
English Translation by Zorin Diaconescu