The Window, The Sea

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the window is the window
the glass, the same

the wall, the same

the same old house

 

looks out on the sea,
never the same,

not for a moment

neither the air nor the water.

 

when I close my eyes
to look out the window

the sea takes everything:

my lungs, my hair, my hands on the table

 

the sea is not the same and it floats me
through the same window

the cries of sea-birds far below

in the fog

 

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