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This old man
and his striped pyjamas
the prisoner for life
and the sea;
and the piano, sounds and horizons
I remember
the old days
when I was young: everything sounded the same.
Listening to the sea, waves falling...
breaking down on the beach
sitting
on the sand
waiting
for the past, to lend me a hand again
watching the horizon
listening to the sounds
of its ivory keys
of waves
playing freely
with the floating foam and see-weed
rising and falling
waves
as far
as eye can see
rising and falling
this old man
once
sold his life to me
and I gave it
to the sea
falling down
on the beach
silence
almost,
nearly asleep. |
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