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The house where I was born (01)

 I woke up, it was the house where I was born,
Sea foam splashed against the rock,
Not a single bird, only the wind to open and close the wave,
Everywhere on the horizon the smell of ashes,
As if the hills were hiding a fire
That somewhere else was burning up a universe.
I went onto the veranda, the table was set, The water knocked against the legs of the table, the sideboard.
And yet she had to come in, the faceless one, The one I knew was shaking the door In the hall, near the darkened staircase, but in vain, So high had the water already risen in the room.
I took the handle, it was hard to turn, I could almost hear the noises of the other shore, The laughter of the children playing in the tall grass, The games of the others, always the others, in their joy.

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