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THERE ARE DAYS I ONLY think of it.
As if there was nothing in the world
but longing.
Other days, life and its banalities cover
everything
and I walk feeling that no one
will ever understand
my language.
Some days I don't understand
my language.
As if I was walking without legs
and the distance between me and the earth
just grows and grows
still I don't fly
it is an imagined
walking
an imagined world
instead of
a solid land.