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viernes, 25 de julio de 2008

CADOGEN STRRET..MUM'S HOUSE


Cadogen street. Old times before at 1936 my mother was living here during a year.

These pothogrpaths were taken in July 5th 2008. When Pepe and me were sitting down at the Poetry Club my words werw these ones.

FITTY FIVE CADOGEM STREET.

July 5th 2008.

It could be possible

to look quietly

the windows smiling and crying

of the front of the house.

of the house of the old times

whwn my mother,

dear grat mum

was living at the end of the time

at 1936, Spanish Language

of guns on fire.


I am speaking about

a London Street,

which name is Codagen Street,

FIFTY - FIFTY - FIFTY - FIVE - FIVE - FIVE.

FITTY - FITTY - FIFTY - FIVE - FIVE -FIVE.

55 - 55 - 55 - 55 - 55 - 55 - 55-

55 - 55 -- 55 - 55 - 55 - 55 - 55 -

A MAGIC NUMBER,

Codegan Street 55

and Miuel has 55 years too.


How may nights broken in a Londoner Joyce?


It was possible to open the name of the Glory's Names.

My live is quite, now.

I have paid

The durance of long sorrows of pain

of an unpeacefull life.


Perhaps the number of my age

are so long and old

but my feeelings

are like the constant peace of love.

at the sunshininin near you Baby


The the petals of the roses

are yoyr sad hands.

How long my dear Baby, always toguether?

because I was possible to me

to life always with you,

My Sweet Love,

with the pain opened

near the broken hearts od lose desires.

ans suddenly

and without

any absolut sufferinf

the morning was sunshinning

with brilliant feelings about our happiness, Baby Love.

This is the present of the nowadays

of our peacufull happinness.



Mum, I am in London, truly

you too

long time ago

before the Second World War,

before the sound of the black voice

of constant crying.


Today,

my derar Mum,

July 5th 2008

I was at the same place

you were living

at the end of the quite hourrs.

So important is to me,

you are to me, Mum,

you are, always, with me,

Iam never alone,

Fifty five is my delicious number,

delicated number , delicios number,

Mummy,

Today

Yesterday,

I was on Cadogen Sreet 55

It was not a hipothecical dream.



Miguel Dubois..This poen was written at Poetry Socciety of London City.