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C Clark Carbonera


This is a poem from my book Little Wiggins, not yet published. Hope you enjoy :)


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#lake #new-life #small-cities #short-poem
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I told mom and dad

I would come back home.

For that I must.

As long as I find myself first.

But now I’m far away from home.


Now this city has grown in me.

It's streets are my arms and legs.

However Little Wiggins is cold,

so cold it became stone

and with it my heart got petrified.


Although my soul remains free to

enter the reflections of the hidden lake,

so I can travel following

the paths of the stars to

other beloved worlds at last.

25. Juli 2020 00:32:59 0 Bericht Einbetten Follow einer Story
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C Clark Carbonera “A utopia está lá no horizonte. Me aproximo dois passos, ela se afasta dois passos. Caminho dez passos e o horizonte corre dez passos. Por mais que eu caminhe, jamais alcançarei. Para que serve a utopia? Serve para isso: para que eu não deixe de caminhar.”

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