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.
