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Bitterness

I denied what I loved for your bitter lips
I tested my fear of jumping the mast
the compass, my shift and the course on the map
for a rare, small seashell
 

Tropical fever, the malafranza of Rio
the fire we lit one night in Manao
the Hungarian who stabbed me in Constanza
and 'Does it hurt badly?' 'In other places it does not hurt'
 

The fisherman's grief, is being an orphan as a sailor
a ship with a broken bow
The faded prints I wore with pride
for you, who sailed on a rigged schooner
 

What can I tell you, untamed child to keep you
My comfort is my bag, in America and in Asia
Wire that is cut in two and how can I mend it?
Poor thing, the sea hates betrayal
 

Polygyros went down and became a port
A dark port, narrow, without lanterns
tonight when Jews and Muslims embraced
and traveled to the islands in the sea, the Canaries
 

Old man, you just need iron on your feet
two meters of sailcloth and a left rudder
A jellyfish looked at me and approached me
and on the bottom stingrays and octopuses were grazing
 




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