Inside the number 12 bus which goes by the maternity wing by the cemetery on the bus where you can always find a person with a heart like a blossoming flower or a flower trampled into the mud I’ve seen today standing a beautiful woman in black with a white bouquet impervious to smiles and
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Just you and I. A secret meeting in the town’s nicest cafe; delicious music, my perfume and a tight black dress with lace without ending. Your eyes burn through me. I say something, but you do not hear and suddenly, urgently grip my hands in yours: I want you, in altered voice you say, and
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You stride through the desert to her sweet-smelling tent; you’re shown the way by a twinkling star. You arrive barefoot, carrying all you still have after three husbands: a box full of jewels and varicose veins all over your body, outside and in. Slowly you begin your story, of how you were married always in
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Only yesterday you returned among docile people with a wholly new dynamic, a philosophy of life, and today, high above the Forbidden City, you are seeking a slender old man in a hermitage who inducted you long ago in the secrets of happiness – extinguishing desires. He spoke in a quiet voice, but least of
Home again years later: but no one has come to welcome you. You leave the buzzing airport hall alone – on your feet pendulums, in your empty hands two suitcases full of desert sand and the sounds of the sea. At your house door you realize: the locks are new. You ring your sister, but
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You walk on a street flooded with sun; before you, after you, the dark. Your neon eyes, like will-o’-the-wisps in a murky forest, glow afar. You hold a moon in your right hand, in the other an unknown man’s head – people are looking round after you in dumb astonishment, but each who looks will,
A narrow carpet runner with black stripes and bloodstains, doors without handles standing open, plastic flowers, a shared bathroom and toilet, the smell of fear. Having been brought up in this anguish I know how to bear it, lightly: woman 1 enters, then woman 2: daughters, mistresses, secretaries maybe. You know the fairy tale I
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There it was, in a gauche and callow piece of cinema, a plastic bag air – lifting from the cobblestones, swell- ing from the windgust, giving itself up to flight, dancing its flamenco before a kiosk in front of the windows of the Mother Teresa Hospital. For all the world a soul, the radiant swirl
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Along the painful paths of life, Burdened by troubles knotted deep within, In the desolate corners of dark, dim streets, I crossed paths with you while enduring my plight. Upon the sidewalks of those shadowed streets, With every step, I found myself searching for your silhouette To me, you were a mystery, an unknown. In
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You are the storm within me, wounding my soul with every gust. Amidst raging seas, I am a shattered shipwreck falling further apart, my emotions in ruins, my heart broken. I am like a fish caught on a hook, struggling to hold on to life. Oh, life! Will you take my hands and never let
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