Saudade

Like
the vine
that misses
the strength
of its roots,
its grapes
maturing
slowly
under
the sun,

the sailing
ship
that awaits the
wind,
before speeding
towards
an unknown
destination,
not yet
discovered,

the sound
that completes
the silent image,
moving
particules
of air, sonic
waves,
creating
meaning,

the diacritic
sign
that needs its
place
over the letters
s, z, or
c,
to cross over
to the position
above the
line,

Closing
the circle
of life,

He        misses her

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