by Walid Saba
I was on my way to nowhere
Tired, I unsaddled
It is Porto, I was told
O my!
This is where I was going,
Without even knowing
Every stone here deserves attention
Castles are old
Just like I was told
The Port is ancient
The beer is always cold
And everyone here smiles
All worries are put on hold
How can I join this festival,
When I foolishly
Think too much of life?
You do not grieve near the fire dance
You dance,
Aimlessly!
You rejoice,
While you have the chance
This fire does not last forever
I desperately needed someone
To save me …
From myself!
And there she was
Staring,
And curious
I looked lonely,
Said lady Braga
Like an ill child,
She treated me
And she treated me well!
We started another festival
Ignited a new fire
And we danced
And I was better …
But the fire has long subsided
BRAGA!!!
I am ill, again!
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Currently the Chief Information Officer of PRAGMATECH, Walid Saba received his PhD in Computer Science from Carleton University in 1999. He spent over 18 years in industry working at such places as the American Institutes for Research, AT&T Bell Labs, MetLife, Nortel Networks, IBM and Cognos, Inc. He also taught Computer Science at the University of Windsor, the New Jersey Institute of Technology (NJIT), the American University of Beirut, and the American University of Technology. Dr Saba has over 30 publications including an award winning paper that he presented at the 31st Annual German Conference on Artificial Intelligence.
Last updated July 06, 2015