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  21.     

The Sea Of One's Eyes

JUST TWO BRILLIANT EYES HAVE A LOT OF WAVES INSIDE THEM. MAY BE THESE WAVES BLUE OR ANYTHING ELSE. THINGS SWIM IN ONE'S EYES UNTIL WE GO TO BED. THE SEA OF ONE'S EYES LOOKS LIKE THE BIG SEA WITH ALL GO INSIDE INCLUDING ALL BOATS AND SHIPS. THE IMAGES, INSIDE ONE'S EYES, SWIM FREELY UNTIL WE GO TO BED. IN THE EYES THE SEA IS LARGE AND WIDE.
 
MOHAMMAD SKATI

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  22.     

Fishes In A Sea Of Love

happily in a sea of love little fishes of ocean blue swam
fishes of tropical colours so beautiful and so bright
these bright little fish love to ask questions of their mom
fishes of tropical designs so beautiful in the light
swimming in this sea so peaceful, this sea of love
underneath blue skies and those warm sunrays above
the brightest little one is spending time with his mom
on this day when everyone swims together so cheerfully
the brightest little fish swims gailey with his mom,

and little bright fish says, ma
together we swim in a sea of love
so happily under a blue sky above
never we fishes harm each other
yet i see humans kill their brother
little fishes mom says to her son so curious,
my son since the beginning of time
many humans have committed this crime
and the brightest little fish shook his head
and away he swam to play with his friends
and live happily ever after, swimming in a sea of love!
 
Sunprincess

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  23.     

I Swam

Today, I walked not
but swam past wounded fish,
That crawl on the hard waters of life.
I swam, nonchalantly carefree; for I was drugged
with a scent unknown, which had my senses blown,
Thus I swam, with eyes closed whilst
millions of wounded fish crawled past me,
But there was no blood to see.
Just misery gushing out of their gills.
Yet nonchalant, I swam,
breathing in the scent I swam.
Shoving them aside,
With a mood light, I swam.
The harder I swam, the stronger got the scent,
Then I reached the dead end,
But the mother of the scent was nowhere to see.
I smelt myself, the scent was in me.
 
Shouvik Roy

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  24.     

The Triton

It never occurred to me that it is at night when most others fear this thing, this empty space around.

At night I swim alone. Dark water and the sound of arm strokes isolate me, and the beat, the way breathing gets to be like chanting…

I swim alone. I pass near their anchored vessels and hear their voices, and see how they move around their decks and cabins… and later on I can hear the way they moan in their sleep, agitated by the motions of the water, a sleep kept light by the sound of wind passing through the riggings…

At night, when skin-deep beauty matters nothing, and I am alone at the other side of dreams, in a time with no measurable passage in the world of things left among the distant lights.

At night I swim alone, and in one single heartbeat I cover the distance between what others want and what I –in my own image- talk to myself about: the few things I wait for: the –for others- sour dawn of fogs that charm my soul with their silvery whispers, and the vast empty spaces left in the heart by exile filled again with your ceaseless beauty.



The native children of chaos share their jaded coins of dissolution, their anecdotes and noisy anger, with the same old fears of the empire.

After surrendering their failed dreams of conquest, willing slaves keep doing their hopeless work in the cities where the daughters of merchants dance with their bankers.

I swim alone, naked as froth and the seaweed dancing in the greenish dark, half asleep among the broken shells that whisper in the surf near your shore, perhaps because in the water I am not that old, and I can forget the years I spent away from you.

Oh, I could tell you… I could remember and name just for you all those fears and regrets, and the names of those who were lost in other seas. I could show you the lists of things they left behind, the mementos and the pages of their journals and log books… But why entertain your night with those stories of despairs and renunciations?

The broken moon is a few strokes ahead. A phosphorescent glow touches my face with the memory of your mesmerizing eyes. I dreamt of you before, and in my dream we were sharing a purple wine and somebody called us from the hills around your house. It was raining. I took your hand and we walked away.


At night, when nobody else could see, I swim alone and wait for the fog to take also my name. I don’t know if I want anything else.

Of all the things I could expect from my old years, the least approachable and least expected was this invention of the heart, this way of knowing the emptiness of the night away from the bonfires on the beaches, remembering that you also smiled when we talked about the old lore of those distant brown rivers of my South.

I swim pass an old vessel arrived from a far island. It still smells of rare fruits and lamp oil… Four bells at the midnight of the souls, and your name comes again like the wine and the rain we left behind because we were summoned from those hills around the house where you sleep at this time when I swim alone as dreams.
 
Carlos Suarez

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