Where the river meets the Atlantic

LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA








What will I be without my youth?
what will I be without this truth?
over this boat tonight
close also to the sky
where the river meets the Atlantic

I let my past going away
as it was something to be erased
I know perfectly
it's the last time for me
with these friendly faces
and new places

Maybe I know 
that I can't know 
something will go and something else not at all 
skin on the bones 
and voice to call 
they are enough the life to carry on … on 

What will I find in my new life
with new habits of some kind?
how many records
in my dreams I'll recall
during the future nights I've got?

Maybe I know 
that I can't know 
something will go and something else not at all 
skin on the bones 
and voice to call 
they are enough the life to carry on … on 

Seixal, Portugal, 31st May 2019