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Zywa
Poems
Jan 2019
The passenger
The captain will have been informed
because he says nothing about the situation
and that can mean anything
There are reports of peace
and cleared blockades
I must make choices
while I have a good life here
with my family that arose by itself
in the house that was assigned to me
So I just go to bed now
and before I sleep I travel
beyond the known
Left alone, I move on
...accompanied by echoes of familiar laughing voices
...that conceal the truth from me
...the voice of the guide who prefers to stay at home
...of the soldier in his worn-out uniform
...one of the three of the garrison
...who could be on duty
...who fills the cups and drinks on me
...on the health of all people
...around the tower of Belém and everyone
...at the long table with the empty seats
...from the time they were here with many
Along on foot, over a mountain
path, through a dense forest
I'm running out of food
“The sand for the coast of Aveiro” (1982, Albert Alberts)
Collection “Mosaicvirus”
#exile
#misery
#fate
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