A foreign sailor in New York
from Trinidad,
I’m in New York,
wish I was an immigrant.
Bright as the light
the famous city,
My schedule tight,
what a pity!
I didn’t see much,
not nearly enough,
my heart’s still there,
place, like nowhere.
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wish I was an immigrant.
Bright as the light
the famous city,
My schedule tight,
what a pity!
I didn’t see much,
not nearly enough,
my heart’s still there,
place, like nowhere.
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* Extract from "The Broken Mooring Line", an experiential
poetic work // page c // e-mail: pmataragas@yahoo.com //
Texts and Narration: Odysseus Heavilayias - ROTTERDAM //
Language adjustments and text adaptation: Kellene G Safis - CHICAGO//
Digital adaptation and text editing: Cathy Rapakoulia Mataraga - PIRAEUS
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The Tales of a Greek Sailor
The Tales of a Greek Sailor
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