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Tuesday, August 6, 2013

My Quay

In the immensity of the black sea at night
My lonely boat slips there
As hope, suddenly the breeze
It blows out the candles on one breath

But as a remembrance, only, remains
The force that moved it at that moment
My boat remains slowly roving
While my pain multiplies

Oh, path without end, extensive road
That I rail on the moonlit mirror
Of waters: Haven’t I trod you too much?

Tell me while I beat this distance
(And sometimes, I think I’m late):
When I’ll finally find my quay?


11/21/2010

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