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My sister America
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In my family parents use to give names of countries to their children
Let me tell you something about my sister America
She’s younger than me
Her starred and striped shadow lives here mine lives duskily within her stars
We see each other’s blind sandy faces once in a while
Burning and blowing phonemes across the ocean
She’s always wearing a self-assertive red dress
Full of promises and why always anticipation
With abusive and violent wave-made lace though
I see her already waiting on the shore
With her free-spirited polished shoes
Wondering at the ambitious and contradictory decay
Of an old worker in his overalls looking over his glasses
Biting a piece of chocolate caressed by flowers of a coffee tree
Whenever we meet to share the latest headlines
She will paint the rainbow of charity and war
She will be stealthily pregnant with my hopes
Keeping them warm soothing them by night
Selling them back to me saffron spiced
A pretext to start a quest for my own piece of news
She’s always free to choose is she
To come or not to come to leave or not to leave to fly or not to fly
To chase or not to chase horizons
Just like me – a hut in the middle of a chicory city
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- Monica Manolachi
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