Catalankara

In a room for rent another year ending! I dressed in black, went out and gifted myself a large puzzle on that surreal Catalan land; I solved it as my homeland.

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The moon and a young man

The moon hiding its other side within a beam… I stand there, a young man, a forlorn, and wait by myself you, the dark-haired woman, with a face no longer mourn.

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Suit of light

My suit never gets wet, since I follow wren song between raindrops and stars are drops. Amid the poplars, no one knows who I am, stranger, from corpse to cry…

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Oriel boy

“You shall be bright and happy, if you build a nest for an oriole,” the gypsy once said to him. He was neither a prince nor a pauper, just a whistler in a tree.

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A good life

Mild breeze, lovers and losers blossom viewing… “A good life,” I think that old feeling then put a shine on the sun and I wish you love like a breath of spring.

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Wishful thinking

“You are burying yourself under books, pages, lines and ink. Think of it! One day, when you will die alone in a library, you will remember this talk in misery!”

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One fine morning

“It will take mornings to compare our face lines,” they chuckled at the library-room and read the same book. He was dressed in black; she was dressed in white.

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Apology

Attica wintriness… It was hard to enter his icy cell. I brought the hemlock in a pocket and gave in secret to Socrates; neither pleasure nor pain, but his wish.

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Morning dancer

In a house for rent, mom’s morning dance after uncle… Verdigris of rain in her eyes, she gazed at the sixpence I gave to her; “I danced well,” she said puerile.

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Golden hour

A myth without a bard, lithographic sky… Stars of iris weigh down and birds trill, no time for tears. Sleepless morning and its shadow call me into a daydream.

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