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These letters wait for your return.
\nI write them when I should be sleeping.
\nThe babies wait for your return.
\nThese letters wait their chance to burn.
\nThe days are full of burping, feeding.
\nI still have energy to yearn.
\nThese letters wait for your return.
\nI write them when I should be sleeping.<\/p>\n
Sevilla’s eyes all watch the wharves.
\nYour voyage is this eight-days’ wonder.
\nUnless it’s New World, it’s ignored.
\nSevilla’s gossip floods the wharves:
\nyour name, the risk, what you might plunder.
\nI hold my breath; you’re sailing foreign shores.
\nSevilla’s eyes all watch the wharves.
\nEight days.\u00c2\u00a0 Eighty.\u00c2\u00a0 Now just I wonder.<\/p>\n
You’re not the only one with dreams. The streets are flush with orange scent, I’ll find you in the underworld. These letters wait for your return. I write them when I should be sleeping. The babies wait for your return. These letters wait their chance to burn. The days are full of burping, feeding. I still have energy to yearn. These letters wait for your return. I write them when I should be sleeping. Sevilla’s […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1000","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1000"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1024,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1000\/revisions\/1024"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1000"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1000"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1000"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWealth, yes, but most:\u00c2\u00a0 stability
\nand nights of drip-less, arid dreams.
\nYou’re not the only one who dreams:
\nI want a husband and<\/em> a family,
\na home in Portugal with no view of the sea.
\nYou’re not the only one with dreams
\nbut mine lack waves, crave rock stability.<\/p>\n
\nevening guitars, lovers out walking.
\nA young don holds his elbow bent.
\nThe streets are flush with orange scent,
\nmy heart beats faster just from walking.
\nHe talks of gold, and you, and I stop, gawking.
\nThe streets are flush with orange scent,
\nevening guitars, his footsteps walking.<\/p>\n
\nI predecease you—and you don’t return.
\nYou nearly circumnavigate the world
\nbut all the roads in hell are curved.
\nThese letters wait for your return.
\nWas it new?\u00c2\u00a0 Or just more same-old world?
\nBetter than my body’s world?
\nThe babies wait for your return.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"