Every afternoon we sit on the pavement.
The sun sears the skin. We wait. She never comes
Monday, 30 July 2012
Monday, 23 July 2012
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We love our brother, but we have not seen him in twenty years. He ran away a Saturday morning.
Daddy said
he went to the army.
Mum just went whistling as usual.
We love our brother, but we have not
seen him in twenty years. He ran away a Saturday morning.
Daddy said he did not know.
Mum just went whistling as usual
We love our brother, but we have not
seen him in twenty years.
He ran away a Saturday morning.
Daddy does not speak.
Mum just went whistling as usual.
Monday, 16 July 2012
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The
sea appears on the window. Lying down on the bed, he let his eyes
wander around the sea. He summons dawn the birds the sand. The window
wavers, he sighs. Silence is his only mood. He knows his every
utterance is recorded, every step registered. They follow him day and
night.
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Monday, 9 July 2012
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She comes from faraway she said she used to eat the rotten skin of potatoes she found in the garbages of the town. The war had finished, she was free and wandered across the continents. She came to our small village and sometimes talked to us.
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Monday, 2 July 2012
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A night in the town, we stroll and murmur, the neighbourhood twitch behind the curtains, we stroll, they speak behind our backs and smile, they know no sin, they do not make choices, they do not breathe, they do not care, they laugh and smile behind our back. We survived the thirst, nothing ever matters.
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