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gaolbreaker’s dream

Colin Self
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🇬🇧 English · Original

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In order to keep alive, I would go to the port early in the morning to the pescatoria where the fisherman always throw from their boats a few fish caught from the night before. All beggars are familiar with this practice. Standing up or laying among the rocks or sitting on them at the eastern tip of the island, facing the mainland, I was the first man lit up and warmed by the first ray, which itself was the first manifestation of life. Cascading light Across the bay In an alcove I rest my face Respite in the shadow that laid its peace Eyes half open You found me Rough is sand upon my nape Drop your latties on my face Hidden key Hidden key Hidden key