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While whales build rainbows | Poetry [EN/ES]
In Germany, whales bring the country to a standstill. In my country, they're like the name you sign with, but Germany will…
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ALMOST
The word almost, was one I heard quite often. Almost bought you lunch, almost bought you flowers, I almost would have called, almost would have given you all my hours, Almost…
Silence: The loudest voice
The streets are desolate, the city has lost its voice Thatches that once mount the hut now tramples the floor The chirping and howling of birds fade with time Only ruins lies…
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Africa
On African soil, we danced and played Our skin smeared with mud from the earth Laughter filled the empty space A memory that runs in our veins In pain and strive, our ancestors…
In His Eyes...
Yesterday evening, we were dressed in quiet grace. We stepped into the evening, hearts steady, yet glowing with something deeper than smiles. Side by side, my son and I, two…
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Memories | Poetry [EN/ES]
Memories, words. The afternoon bleeds out, your steps are amber-colored, brown in the silhouette of your body. I resist the…
When We Are...
When we are young, Lagos sun on our backs, We chase danfo dreams through noisy streets, Laughing loud like market women at noon. When we are bold, we speak without fear, Our…
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