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Hac Sa Beach, Macao
by Papa Osmubal


Today the sea is so clear.

A mirror, yes, today

the sea is a mirror.

I can see in it the footprint

of the passing wind.

I can see in it my face-

my face in a thousand

shattered shards.


The sea is granite:

the wind carves it.

The images are fleeting

so magical, so abstract

They can only be recaptured

in dreams, ah, only in dreams.


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