Open Poetry #46 |
arrival at Manaus |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Manaus in the vegetable imprints, Hardly taken out of the airport, midnight, The breath of an animal in our lungs We cross the city in the horns of buffalo, A girl on the pavement lifts Her T-shirt and shows us its bosoms, First show of the free Amazonia, Is it thus it the freedom to love? It is on Saturday evening as everywhere else It is on Saturday evening on the spirit of the forest On the planet which turns without happiness, The young people in streets reign in turn On this world which they disdain with their sap. . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
A somehow pessimistic vision of this youth, but a vivid slice of Saturday atmosphere. Love these Brazilian memories, dear Yann. Love, Margherita |
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