translated by Teodora Atanasova

fado is the sound of a string the moment before it breaks

the last hand-waving from the curve in the road

the tart smell of seaweed tangled in the anchor

which is lifted so you can depart forever

from this shore where your life has been so far

and on which you leave everything precious without knowing

what awaits you beyond

fado is the soul’s thirst to bear the unbearable

and the inability to stay home any longer

fado is that which can’t be translated in any other language

in any other emotion in any other loneliness

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