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  • dose of poetry...

    Posted: June 25, 2009, 1:11 pm by misscaffeineaddict

    letter from a contract worker - Antonio Jacinto

    I wanted to write you a letter
    my love,
    a letter that would tell
    of this desire
    to see you
    of this fear
    of losing you
    of this more than benevolence that i feel
    of this indefiable ill that pursues me
    of this yearning to which i live in total surrender

    I wanted to write you a letter
    my love,
    a letter of intimate secrets
    a letter of memories of you
    of you
    of your lips as red as henna
    of your hair as black as mud
    of your eyes as sweet as honey
    of your breasts as hard as wild orange
    of your lynx* gait
    and of your caresses
    such that i can find no better here
    I wanted to write you a letter
    my love,
    that would recall the days in our haunts
    our nights lost in the long grass
    that would recall the shade falling on us from the plum
    trees
    the moon filtering the endless palm trees
    that would recall the madness
    of our passion
    and the bitterness
    of our separation...

    I wanted to write you a letter
    my love,
    that you would read without sighing
    that you would hide from papa Bombo
    that you would withhold from mama Kieza
    that you would reread without the coldness
    of forgetting
    a letter which in all Kilombo
    no other would stand comparison...

    I wanted to write you a letter
    my love,
    a letter that would be brought to you by the passing wind
    a letter that the cashews and coffee trees
    the hyenas and buffaloes
    the alligators and grayling*
    could understand
    so that if the wind should lose it on the way
    the beasts and plants
    with pity of our sharp suffering
    from song to song
    lament to lament
    gabble to gabble
    would bring you pure and hot
    the burning words
    the sorrowful words of the letter i wanted to write you my love...

    I wanted to write you a letter...

    but oh my love, I cannot understand
    why it is, why it is, why it is, my dear
    that you cannot read
    and I - oh the hopeleness! -cannot write!


    lynx* : wild cat
    grayling* : fish

Blah blah blah

Fish cakes

Alas a fish cake.

Yet more fish cakes

Guess what ... yeah ... fish cakes.

The end of the fish cakes


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