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I travelled with long bodies picturing me as a snail
odd traces of my shadow behind
I remember how my voice sounded
when slipping around every endangered place
and hang myself on your widowed memory
like a sad silence
no anger should I feel
nor any distance from me while my shell breaks
but mutual thirst
when you come and say
I pray for a new son
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| Ela -
2006-05-10 |
I think the begining of this poetry is just a continuation of a puzzle-perception of the world. Somehow, inside-outside areas are bounded, but not in common way ; it's a memory inter-space, where you are living without your past, "like a sad silence". No more feelings, no more angry, because all is calm and peacefull there, deep inside, where there's "no any distance from me".
A pray for your future, no matter if it will be a son or not. A symbolic child. :)
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| Imparateasa -
2006-05-10 |
Ela, thank you.
You catched a thread :)
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