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Still Alive
The little girl from Paphos
placed in between
Myron and Praxiteles,
the athletes of the antiquity
chubby, gracefully timid
for 2.500 years.
The gracing faces of the tourists
every day.
Is she alive?
It looks as if she is longing for
the silence of the marble block.
Distant Signs
Here at the border of the sea
you see the handshake
between
this moment, desperately short
and the great eternity
over our lives.
The waves carry in the language
from the unknown country
more distant than Mindanao
and the deserted coast of
Patagonia.
In the murmur of the foam
on the beach
the Master has left
his texts, mysterious
mosaic works,
the low words.
Where have you been?
What did you do with your life,
your homeless longing?
We will not disappear
when you stop living.
The waves do not need your eye
to go on becoming blue
under the stillness of the stars.
Long have I wandered on this shore
under a closed sky.
Why didn’t I see
this writing
that gives my life the true direction.