My Harbour
Corde Oblique
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Somewhere
Drawn in his sea
With a Sun that never
Wounds
Somewhere
My father’s house
That I never could see
Silence
The seagull’s wings
Caress houses’ roofs
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Harbour’s embrace
Caress ship’s seals
Eyes’ breaths
And visual tastes
That respect their own roots
So dense
The seagull’s wings
Caress houses’ roofs
Harbour’s embrace
Caress ship’s seals
The church-steeple
Like a lighthouse
For the sailers
Who cannot see