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Feb 2014
I hooked my eyes on you,
Sun-boy from the dark precincts,
Fighting the stream of tunes
With your dashing accent.
But the sun doesn’t pick:
It casts and we all take you in
Equally, always with the same tricks,
The same for all the doting grins.
Another sun-child fooled me once
(A teaspoonful of sunlight, spilt and done)
And you do it again, as if by chance,
Just being yourself in a strange land of sun.
I had to panic, scream –
Fled for the nearest storm,
Got caught in the thunder streams
lost, hopeless, unborn –
But your smile unwavering
Ever shining, casting shadows as it
dances, shadows that remind me, again,
That the sun has no favourite.
I have the wax glued, the feathers done
Waiting to take off into the land of sun,
Seeing the settling dust
– sunset is upon us.
You’ll soon wander back
To the shadows you were born in
While I’ll be alone, dark,
In the land of sun
Sunless.
(written in 2013)
Manonsi
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Manonsi  Madrid
(Madrid)   
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