The Trapeze Song
Are you ready to leave his embrace
And fly to me across the void of space
With a somersault of love
(Or is it only affection?) on the way
To clutch my hands in yours
And safely swing on the trapeze
Of our fleeting years.
Trials of Passion
Swift from the starting line
Like lightning he races
Over jumps and through tunnels of love
Then to see-saws, slides and roundabouts
Before jumping the final hoop
To reach the finishing line.
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Roberto Cavaleiro first came to Portugal in 1982, acting as advisor to international investors. Current interests include animal welfare and writing opinion articles, especially with reference to environmental issues.
