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by Allan Popa translation mine You disengaged completely To speak to the void. And I stood for a while in the silence you left me: the silence of words deliberately left unsaid. I gaze at you from the remoteness of your distance, From the space of estrangement, a place of no return. Or an emptiness we cannot bear to abandon: Occidental silence whose meaning Will never fall silent. Goodbye, I whispered softly. You took a brief glance at love And moved on. :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Sa Ngalan ng Tula ni Allan Popa Ganap kang tumalikod Upang kausapin ang kawalan. At matagal akong tumayo sa katahimikan Na iyon

by Margaret Atwood I'm thinking of you. What else can I say? The palm trees on the reverse are a delusion; so is the pink sand. What we have are the usual fractured coke bottles and the smell of backed-up drains, too sweet, like a mango on the verge of rot, which we have also. The air clear sweat, mosquitos & their tracks; birds, blue & elusive. Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one day after the other rolling on; I move up, its called awake, then down into the uneasy nights but never forward. The roosters crow for hours before dawn, and a prodded child howls & howls on the pocked road to school. In the hold with the b

I am a person who is unhappy with things as they stand. We cannot accept the world as it is. Each day we should wake up foaming at the mouth because of the injustice of things. --Belgian author Hugo Claus 1929-2008