Circulo cos ollos no navegador
Semella que o coche debe describir
unhas certas curvas cada día
antes de deixarme no taller
Eu diría que traza liñas harmónicas, elegantes
Como se estiver executando uns pasos de baile
Por entremedias desta terra sen raíces
De apartamentos chantados no solo industrial
Aquí na área dos Docklands
Nesta cidade de xente nova
Todo luz e esperanza
Virgin Land
I drive with my eyes in the satnav screen
It seems that the car should describe
Certain curves every day
Before leaving me in the workshop
It would say that it draws harmonious, elegant lines
Like it's doing some dance steps
In between this rootless land
Apartments built on industrial land
Here in the Docklands area
In this city of young people
All light and hope
abel abilheira 
Terra vergine
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Guido con gli occhi sullo schermo del navigatore satellitare
Sembra che l’auto debba descrivere
Certe curve ogni giorno
Prima di lasciarmi a piedi
Si direbbe che disegna linee armoniose, eleganti
Come se stesse compiendo passi di danza
In mezzo a questa terra senza radici
Appartamenti costruiti su scala industriale
Qui nella zona dei Docklands
In questa città di giovani
Tutta luce e speranza
.
it is a magnificent poem, photographic, fragmented, and I have translated it into Italian, I will publish it in my Sunday column Gioielli Rubati of July 30, greetings from Italy
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I’ve spent the week working in London, it is something different from the job I do in Manchester, so it has been a busy week and this has been the only thing I get to write. I’m glad you like and publish it.
Thank you very much Flavio
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thank you too Abel
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Merci pour tes cœurs Christine! 🧚🏼🧚🏼🧚🏼
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