INHERITORS

INHERITORS – 23 mar 1984

From Portugal my grandfather brought forth his seed.

It was not the only one... Many other peoples

Converged unto me... From each his breed,

Through the frequent unavoidable exchange of ripples

Of that great expanse across the waters,

Filling the oceans with so many bones...

Kerchiefs waving sorrows, like the jotters

Of far-away deaths for Lusitan tombstones.

Despite so many other ships departed and sailed

To found settlements... The villages proudly stayed!...

Therefore, to each face for travelling lost,

New faces were born, and quietly, almost,

Passed the Old Kingdom for grandchildren as gift,

So deeply rooted across the harsh stonedrift.