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Literature
Where I'm from
I am from scaffolds,
from worn ceilings and peeled paint.
I am from the sand sifting through bare hands.
(Beige, windswept,
scattered far and wide.)
I am from the tulip patch,
the Populus nigra,
whose willow-wild leaves
hang lifelessly in the wind.
I'm from muffins and shades,
from Snoopy and Einstein.
I'm from the artists
and the scribblers,
From Stand straight! and Don't underrate!
"I'm from the barren streets at the end of the ocean,
listening to a heart pounding harder than an engine,
where mystery, passion, and ideas take flight."
I'm from Ede and Naples,
dutch apple milk and lasagna.
From the relatives we left behi
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Literature
Life
I need this wind
That first like a breeze, then like a
Tornado
Will wrap me
Will take me
Will possess me
And it is so different
It is almost crazy
I want to let the blade of grass
Of this immense green
Caress my ankles
It's enough for me that the sun continues
To be there, so that everything continues,
To have life
It's enough a simple smile,
A fleeting glance,
That leaves a mark,
Because one day I could
Live of a long remembrance;
My life
That like a fire is able to burn,
And sparkles to shine,
Because outside, faraway,
Even the sea will caress its wave
That then will break
Who knows how, who knows when, who knows wh
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Literature
Life
I need this wind
That first like a breeze, then like a
Tornado
Will wrap me
Will take me
Will possess me
And it is so different
It is almost crazy
I want to let the blade of grass
Of this immense green
Caress my ankles
It's enough for me that the sun continues
To be there, so that everything continues,
To have life
It's enough a simple smile,
A fleeting glance,
That leaves a mark,
Because one day I could
Live of a long remembrance;
My life
That like a fire is able to burn,
And sparkles to shine,
Because outside, faraway,
Even the sea will caress its wave
That then will break
Who knows how, who knows when, who knows wh
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