we never knew them
it was hope that silently claimed
that we had known them since childhood
perhaps we did see them, maybe twice
and then they took ship
with cargoes of coal and cargoes of grain
our friends, gone forever, beyond the sea
dawn finds us beside a tired lamp
where we sit, drawing on paper
awkwardly and with effort
ships, mermaids and sea-shells
at dusk we go down to the river
because it points the way to the sea
and our nights are spent in cellars that smell of tar
our friends have left us
perhaps we never saw them, perhaps
we only met when sleep
entrusted us to the suspiration of the waves
perhaps we search for them
because we are searching
for the other life
beyond the statues
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