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Our cloud
Do you see that cloud?!Up there, in the well of the skySulking, capriciousOr am I the only one who sees it? Heavy upon our heads weighsthis sky so poor in stars.We can scarcely see the same star,Perhaps a grey cloud will do. Jona Cenameri
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“You Are”
You are so kind.Too kind, I find —and maybe that is why I ache. I don’t want you to change a thing,I only wish that what’s betweenus, quiet, soft, unseen, unheard,would not just fade away unblurred. The wish, it lives in shadowed light,I try to save it — lose the fight. Perhaps I’m not the…
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The Swallow of Spring
Seasons passed, the weather tore apart.Some springs came and went.The swallow never came. I waited… I waited so longfor it to come at the start of April,to announce spring, as before. Verorja* rotted in my hand.Beneath the springish sun,its shadow left a mark. The swallow of spring forgot me.Forgot me…Forgot… even spring. *Verorja (from Verore)…
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Winter’s Scent
Can you smell the winter? Because I do The same way I feel your heart Day after day Slowly… painfully Drifting away As the weather get colder And the sun says bye, bye My soul aches Aches at the thought Of YOU Of your absence Of the fact That soon enough You will hide away…
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To the Sun
Today the sun forgot farewell — It shines to greet you, can you tell? My heart is caged in silent pain — Oh, what have I done to earn this chain? But I’ll reply — it’s no disgrace, Just joy that hides behind its face. I’m so happy that you are mine, I lose my…
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Yet it Isn’t
And then, one day.I woke without an alarm.I didn’t think of anything.I opened my notebook.I didn’t write a thing. My head was empty.Hollow as a beach,that, with its white sand,blinds your gaze,on a hot summer day, *** I never dreamedof possible things.I loved the impossible,but I didn’t run after it.That’s how I loved, simplyNo sacrifices,…
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“I Am Not One Who Seeks Salvation”
I am not one who seeks salvation,Nor one who clings to guilt’s persuasion.My heart’s a field in autumn’s reign,Where silence grows across the plain. I never called the storms to start,I only knew to love the spark.And when you stopped before the brink —I turned aside, I didn’t sink. I will not be your spring’s…
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“The Lucky Cigarette”
The first cigarette of the packI started turning upside downWith the promise of a wishThat by the pack’s endI hoped would come true Wishes burned like cigarettesOne after another hastilyDays passed… weeks, months…Packs replaced one anotherThe ritual lost its meaning Now I no longer turn the cigaretteNeither the first nor the lastYet wishes live on Hope,…
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The burnt keyboard
Tick… tack… tuck… It drips, it gets noisy Echoing louder Than my feelings It stirs up my thoughts, This erratic tick-tack, Arrhythmic clashes Upon my keyboard The frantic fingers Try to unravel The tick-tack’s message That rattles illegibly As the moment freezes And the mind goes blank, I glance down at my hand Resting on…
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As the trees are
Todaylet me be a tree, surrounded by tall green grass. I might be a strong oak, cornering the fieldwhere we used to run toward the tangerine hills. I might be an old pine, crooked above the waist,and firm still below the ground. I might be a patient willow, resting by the lake,listening to the echoes…
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Green Embrace
Was there something more to this afternoonthan to be held by the grass on the riverside? Ask me what I see,and I will answer by making space for you beside meso you can watch the branches reaching for our dreams. Ask me how my chest feels,and I will tell you about the dance of dandelions…
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