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Saturday, October 23, 2010

River Seine

I live in the womb of a city
On the twisted confluence of a river,
Filled with bottles, cans, choked with mud.

It flows anyway.
I float on it.

Everything made this city famous
Everything and nothing.
I must walk far to find the life I love
The country is far, forests are far.

I am surrounded by works of man
But live on a river
Not the work of man

Through the city the water floats,
I drift on it.

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