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As a child, I could have walked to the other side, the ice was thick enough but I belonged here on this bank I still watch the geese and in summer the paddle- boarders and the bombs of screaming children I know the boy with green eyes the others who drink beers at the tree, urinate in the canal get pizza and kiss with chewing gum girls who have come on scooters to be entertained and admired by them Sometimes a thick barge sails by with thick cushions, happy people and white balloons, and sometimes I look with a long neck over the convex pavement of the bridge and, in mind I walk over them to the other side
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Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
The other side
As a child, I could have walked to the other side, the ice was thick enough but I belonged here on this bank I still watch the geese and in summer the paddle- boarders and the bombs of screaming children I know the boy with green eyes the others who drink beers at the tree, urinate in the canal get pizza and kiss with chewing gum girls who have come on scooters to be entertained and admired by them Sometimes a thick barge sails by with thick cushions, happy people and white balloons, and sometimes I look with a long neck over the convex pavement of the bridge and, in mind I walk over them to the other side
Collection "Migration"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 4:55 AM UTC
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