Nostalgia 2 - Poem by Oskar Hansen
There is an island small near the airport and is connected
to a small bridge. In summers I used to take my dog there
for a swim… the dog liked to swim but not far and long,
just too cool off. Parking was no problem back then and
dogs were allowed. After swimming we walked to a café
I bought a litre bottle of water, cupped my hand so the dog
could drink too, I read a paper and the dog found a shade.
Drove back yesterday wanted to see if there had been any
changes, the beach was full of sunbeds, each one with
a parasol and it cost money by the hour. Those who didn´t
want to pay had a stony part of the beach they resembled
a flock of seals on a reef. It was all so organized and clean it
looked to me like a military encampment. No, nothing stays
the same, my dog is dead, has been so for a long time.
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