Seaman Nemo Poems

The sun hanging from the gallows
At high noon sky
Old times are gone
But one can still hear and see
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All too suddenly my grandmother's bones formed
A fractured constellation
Against the asphalt black sky
Your eyes wandered along the nearby spruces
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Here where the curtains move at nights
And the faint twinkle of
The constellation of the louse
In the blackened space of the log wall
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When you come into flower
Fear not to fall in love
All the roses fall in love
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grandfather sitting by the table
on the outside
the wind was moulding the trees
his hands
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the forest in a midsummer night
it has a beautiful mother tongue

paw of the brook playing with the stones
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a long evening

rearing
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