Tag: exile
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I Should Have Followed You
I Should Have Followed You “Can I still call you Dorothea?”—even though the black and white lines in the paper reduce you to the habit you wore, arrange you into silence, a name and surname surrendered to the cloistering of lilies. Somewhere beyond this obituary, the grown children you once taught trace grief into their…
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The Art that Stayed
I was expecting giants—brushstrokes that shaped history, colors that conquered time. But the walls whispered absence, their icons carried elsewhere, lent to hands that bear their weight. Only the quiet ones remained, anchored in the still air, aching to be adopted, longing for eyes to grant them meaning, a gaze that wholly loves their frail…
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Olvidada (forgotten)
My mother’s name is lost to everyone beyond her children.“She was beautiful.What was her name?”,others would say to me when shown her image hanging silently on the wall.In the chanting of it—their wind echoes my death back in a cloud of disinterested kindnessand muttered miseries. They know only their faces, the renamed mountains and rivers,the…
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Nostalgia
They would feel it, every new moment- the echoes of who they use to be and what was once theirs-now dirty sheets caught in a dark tree.Everyday, the black river rolls by in blue remembranceand lilies float and drown in the burning stream.Here, the air hurts in the light of a browning sunand the stars…