You wake up at night evokes
faces, sheets to the wind,
roofs lost childhood.
Forget what has frightened him
that makes you turn on the light of dawn.
Fear not for anyone who wishes to leave
or anyone that is not there now.
Fear is for someone who never
has been with you.
Someone who is not a time to come.
Joan Margarit ( link + link + link), the poem belongs to the book mysteriously happy (Visor.2009)
A year and six days : House appointments: Xenophon via Juan Benet
A year and four days: A digital keychain or porn or life and how crazy they are
A year and two days: Neil Young: Hey, hey, my, my + Iron & Wine : Flightless bird
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