Mulher Portuguesa Portuguese Woman Um bela mulher The beautiful woman Kept herself Like a rare bird Close but always hidden Seldom glimpsed Never wanting To be desired Never wanting To be caged again There is a chill Deep in the dark eyes Of a Portuguese woman It says I will rebuff any challenge Repel any invader There is an intensity of purpose That cannot brook delay There is an anger And passion there Enough to make Any man quiver magnifico Every tiny inch A Portuguese woman Glancing to see If you have noticed How magnificent She could be She wears yellow and black Morning warning colours Ahead she walks Confidently swinging Just less than ample hips Striding towards her goal With exaggerated tailored sleeves Moving side to side In uneven rhythm The soledad song Of the thrush Reminded him Of the lack of her And He could not want her more Than in that moment
