I will always say where I am
What a strange land this is
I don’t remember the names of the birds
To make me a palm with its wings?
Here I came suddenly
Like a sleepwalker, like a blind man
Banging my cane on all the chairs, the door
The dragonflies in the window.
For a long time I have been among people I love
In a white city
With streets sloping towards the sky
And a fortress without jesters or queens.
It is possible that my bones are
Strangers, I may die
Dreaming of a country of dates
And a lapis lazuli ship of Phoenician sailors.
Sleepwalker
What a strange land this is / I don't remember the names of the birds

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