Sleepless In Cascais Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Sleepless In Cascais
Sleepless in Cascais
It was a strange night
Couldn't sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
Horrifyingly awake.
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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