Entry to Freedom

Entry to Freedom

A Poem by ale
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probably the longest poem I’ve ever written

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1.
I am walking amongst the rocks,
I am alone but I am with my friend.
Nando. Like caminando.
Ha! I just noticed.
I want to be as free as the bird that flies
Freely in the pure air-
But first we have to walk to our death-salvation
That we only we have, canasta.
Sorry. Canessa.
I am kind of forgetting words
From the society of my home
Not the one in the snow
But the one on the grass
Not with the flame
But with the mother-
I want to cry, but I can’t.
Keep going forward, then.
I smell my bag of food but it smells rancid.
You can grab it if you want.
Let’s sleep
But it was interrupted by a stomach
Too sick and hungry.
How it hurts me to see you like this, but we have to move on
To live
Parra the dice
I don’t make sense. Let’s continue.

2.
It’s the morning. We sit
On the bank and see the horizon
While we hear the sound of nothing.
“Look how beautiful,” I say.
“Are we going to die?” you ask.
I don’t answer, because I really don’t know.
There are claws in our weak-strong hearts
Especially yours, friend.
Well. Let’s continue.
One foot.
One leg.
Then the other.
We will soon die.
We have to save the others.
I’m hungry.
I breathe hard. We will do it.
I don’t know myself.

3.
There’s a river close to the green part
The food no more, I’m afraid.
This water tastes like glory, like heaven
My lips burn with the cold
And I know yours do too because you told me.
Food!
I see a lizard.
It’s beautiful and delicious.
With the voice I have left that is not mine
I tell you about the food.
You tell me to look at you.
I turn, without desire.
There’s a horse.
There’s a man.

4.
I think I can’t stop eating
You can’t stop
Man! Slow and fast
That people are waiting.
After leaving our brains on the table along with the memories
The Horsey Man calls a helicopter
While we bark, softly, with joy.
That’s what people look like?
Well.
Numa.
We go outside to see the sky
Angelic metallic purrs sound
We put on the jacket of life
We go to the snow again
Obligated.

5.
I can't hear anything.
I feel everything.
Fourteen points paint the panorama
I almost fall because I scream and move my hands
From side to side, red shoe in hand;
I think there are people crying.
There are many hugs.
Screams like mine
Of the man that suffers
But doesn’t know he is finally safe
I feel like a brother with sixteen more brothers.
Dry and wet tears fall down my face.

6.
I don’t understand why there are so many cameras.
I just want to rest on my hospital bed.
I don’t have the energy to talk to anyone.
I only have the energy for this Coca-Cola.
I’m alive, though.
And that I am thankful for.

7.
I see myself in the big screen
At the double that’s me, but not I.
I love him like he’s my nephew, see?
I love my life
I am one of the mountain.

© 2024 ale


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Added on June 29, 2024
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ale
ale

Canada



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