sleepless in Cascais

Sleepless in Cascais

 

 It was a strange night

Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images

Kept churning around and I was

Horrifyingly awake.

This is pointless, got up and drank

Several glasses of water, my brain

Was talking to me and I had no answer.

To distract myself I watched TV, till

Four in the morning slept like a baby

Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.

 

 

◄ one summer evening

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