A little bit of you…
a piece of me.
Sweat breaks off our skin and we sprinkle the floor with the gin we drank in better days when we thought we were truly free.
No, it wasn’t honey, we toasted with bile and not champagne, no honey moon with us remained.
And it wasn’t freedom.
Shackled hands and shackled feet to the altar we were led by a glorious man of many wars a sailor tried and true, with voices pouring from his head that made us dream of youth…
A hefty chunk of you,
and a bit more of me,
leads us to days when we suffer dearly and crave to live one more second of laughter or a minute of tears.
Because if from you and from me there exists only shadows,
from me and from you there is nothing.
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 de noviembre 2021, València, España
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What a hauntingly evocative piece! The imagery of shared struggle, fleeting freedom, and intertwined selves is both raw and deeply poignant. Your words capture the fragility of human connection and the bittersweet tension between memory and presence. Truly a powerful and moving reflection.
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Thank you so very much Sir!
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