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The Far East

Draw me in a beautiful place
With a church on top of a rock
And show trees with nests
In a swing by the wind on top of the clouds
 
By sunset, violet evening
Glitter of leaves, stars above
And around you, by the shadow of a fire
The eyes watching, you don't see
 
And when you tell your story
What happened in the town left by Rizal*
What did the wounded say?
By the man held by candle and flowers
 
And I will show you, a greedy man
Wrapped by mud brought by the rain
I got drenched even in my dreams
Left in a puddle
 
Where is the fiesta*? they ask
By the townspeople that we meet
I am already coming from the
Place that you want to reach
 
In a place far east
Wherever, wherever you are
In a beautiful place, wherever you are
There in the far east
 

Monosyllables of Autumn

Autumn strikes my window with metal leaves,
wind.
Unbearable silence, a thought, an animal:
tired.
 
In my room the silent floor snaps:
crack!
Shadows jump all over the empty, silent
place.
 
I try to write.  In vain.
Scratch.
The lamp shudders.  My years and yours
pass.
 
Should I lie on the bed?  Close my eyes?
Chance.
Hope will slowly fall into emptiness
all.
 
Will times ever be normal?
Bis.
Autumn strikes the window with metal leaves.
Dream.