Poems

  • Atlas

    Here I am
    at the border of creation
    here, where the landscape is sketchy
    and it seems that someone rushed
    to fabricate a rough draft of a horizon

    The sporadic view
    of gas stations for fishing boats
    is it a land-scape?

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