C Clark Carbonera

I went to my inner garden to talk to my friend once again... Monachopsis: n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach—lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home. (The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig)

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Amid a bright light, you came – from a place invisible to my mundane eyes.

Your lips surprisingly said:

– How can that be? You have a garden full of flowers,

And yet they are all black and white.

Tired from the longing so resistant in me, I replied:

– How can that be? I planted all your seeds so once again we could be,

And yet it is not enough...

Days go by, and I think I'm watching the sun and stars in the sky,

So I can find more comfort in my loneliness.

Although True can tell, I don't want to be blind by the lights of a world that is not mine.

Again I ask: please let me go from here to see you night and day,

'Cause now it's the little death of every night that keeps me alive.

And that is all!

But your eyes, Oh tenderly eyes!, just watched me from aside:

– You think I'm never to be seen again because your world I watch from the skies.

Follow not the paths of cold and dead stones, instead try to find me

In those lights of yours, day and night.

April 9, 2023, 10:54 p.m. 0 Report Embed Follow 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.” Fã de carteirinha de Buffy - The Vampire Slayer.

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