My True Fadista

And in the last evening light
in the old neighbourhood Alfama
on the stairs of a narrow alley
I listen to a fado singer
who pours his heart out with closed eyes
Songs of love, saudade, melancholic longing

And how much this singer may touch
And how many other singers I may listen to
There is no singer like you, o meu amor
Every singer I hear only makes me
miss you more
Your voice like an angel
that sings my heart purely into heaven
That cradles me, enchants, entices and soothes

Fado that means fate
is the music of destiny
Then you are my true fadista
Your voice, your song destined
to be received by my heart
Like I am your true poeta
My words, my poems, are fated for you

©RoseGirl2019