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Crying Children

Children cry in houses with shuttered windows, Just as in rooms evening comes. Then glows before my eyes, A crumpled, tearful face. Whenever darkness covers the earth, Children’s great sorrow begins; Full of fear, their eyes look around: What if … Continue reading

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White Dove

Gliding from the blue sky towards the earth A white dove landed on my shoulder I held it in my hand, gently stroked and Caressed it, I relived my youth Pure white, so bright were its feathers If I opened … Continue reading

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Spanish Tavern

A bottle of wine on our darkened, wood table, A night of nights, we are so tired. And stone-drunk. Your hands in mine. In a Spanish tavern, a woman Sings, shouting and wailing. A ravaged woman, clearly. Quite ugly, not … Continue reading

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One After Another

One after another and almost endless At every turn a different loneliness A different sea, The miracle of the moment, continuation, repetition And the revelry of each brightness. In waves this music devours us Through the mirror of thousands of … Continue reading

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A Rose in This Darkness

A rose, in this darkness, To stillness offers itself, Like a coral wine glass Through the alley of time. At the helm of this miracle, Sounds, scents and colours, Which profound, remote Dream is awaited, I wonder. A voice clearer … Continue reading

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The Day Breaks

Night unseals its lips.. Shadows disperse into depths Taking the magic of secrets: Over the city, the day breaks. Chimneys timorously take shape, Over the city, the day breaks; With sleepy eyes, hawks Gaze at the day’s eyes. The poplar … Continue reading

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That’s Youth

A voice everyday shakes my heart, Repeats, whenever the clock strikes: “What about your land, where is your harvest? Empty-handed, will you go into the night? You’re half way through life, just think! It comes and goes, that’s youth; Despondent … Continue reading

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