The confession of a sailor
Latitudes and longitudes
changing night and day.
Loneliness, work and prostitutes,
I spent my life this way.
I love you but it is too late,
I remain an unrepentant seaman,
making a life that I hate,
and having a friend, the barman.
If you could see in my life
every scene,
You’ll see me there waiting,
tell me where have you been
when for you, I was searching.
In another life, I know,
we were somewhere together,
in this one, please stay, don’t go,
stand by me, forever !
_______________________
* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential
poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS
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