POEMS INSPIRED

BY ANCIENTS
MONUMENTS
BY ANA LUCÍA CHINEPPE
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WA L K I N G D O W N T H E S T R E E T
T H E N S U D D E N LY O N E D AY H E C A M E T O V I S I T
T H AT ’ S W H E N I R E A L I Z E D T H AT H E WA S T R O U B L E P E R S O N I F I E D
O N E M O M E N T H E WA S S TA N D I N G T H E R E , N E X T S E C O N D H E WA S H A N G I N G F R O M T H E B A L C O N Y
A N D T H E N I K N E W I T A C A P U L E T D AT I N G A M O N T E S C O W O U L D O N LY L E A D T O T R A G E D Y
N O W I T H I N K T H AT M Y T H O U G H T S S E A L E D T H E I R S A D D E S T I N Y
W H AT A P I T Y T H AT AT T H E M O M E N T I WA S D R O V E B Y J E A L O U S Y
A L L I WA N T E D WA S H E R T O S TAY W I T H M E
B U T K N O W T H AT I C A N ´ T W I T N E S S
LOVE WITH ALL IT SWEETNESS
ALL IS LEFT FOR ME
IS AN IMMENSE AMOUNT OF LETTERS
WHILE I’M DROWNING IN AGONY
THIS IS GOD’S PUNISHMENT FOR MY SINS ;MY PERSONAL TORMENT
R E A D I N G A L L T H E S E L E T T E R S W I T H O U T B E I N G A B L E T O H E L P, B U T R E C E N T LY
I F O U N D A G R O U P O F L A D I E S W H O WA N T E D T O C O L L A B O R AT E
T H E Y W O R K B Y H E L P I N G P E O P L E F I N D I N G A S O U L M AT E
I N O L O N G E R F E E L L O N E L I N E S S , I ’ M N O L O N G E R F E E L L I K E I F E LT
I ’ M H A P P Y M Y S T R U C T U R E WA S N ’ T R E D U C E D T O A S H E S
BECAUSE NOW TOURISTS GREET ME WITH CAMERA FLASHES.
JULIET’S HOUSE (VERONA ITALY)
MANY THINGS ARE KNOWN ABOUT ME
M Y L O C AT I O N : R O M A N I A
M Y S T R U C T U R E , M Y S TO RY
A LT H O U G T G U E S S I N G I S A H U M A N M A N I A
L I T T L E D O T H E Y K N O W W H AT I H AV E W I T N E S S E D
N O WA D AY S I ’ M J U S T A M U S E U M
I ’ L L T E L L Y O U A S E C R E T, M Y WA L L S W E R E O N C E B L O O D S TA I N E D
I H A D G U E S T S T H AT C O V E R A W I D E S P E C T R U M
BUT THERE IS ONE I WILL NEVER FORGET
H E WA S A N I G H T C R E AT U R E
O F A W I L D N AT U R E
H E L I K E D TO P L AY H A R D TO G E T
N O B O D Y B E S I D E S M E K N O W S I F H E WA S O R N O T R E A L
HE EXISTED, INDEED.
BUT HUMANS FOR HIM WERE JUST A MEAL
Y O U WA N T TO L O O K F O R H I M ? T R U S T M E Y O U H AV E N O N E E D .
C U R R E N T LY, N O B O D Y I S S TAY I N G H E R E
AND I THINK I’M GOOD WITH PEOPLE JUST VISITING
WITH NOBODY LIVING NEAR
SOMETIMES I THINK I MISS THE OLD ACTION
B U T I T ’ S F U N TO B E A N AT T R A C T I O N .
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