I am going to that port and I am going to take the yacht there.
But I am coming back,
i am coming back.
I am coming back for that spilled sunset,
for the love of women,
and cigarettes.
I am coming back to spend an entire evening with slow booze and the freedom of ideas.
I just felt like doing this today…
I just felt like a bad day…and I still hope it’s not a bad life.
Lights flickering, yellow light…the light of crossing the monotony.
In my thoughts I have always seen myself like this,
cornered and raped…
The hands are spread…the shivers are going too,
I guess death makes you ready, I guess with this time I have managed to attain art,
the greatest art.
Dissipation.

The note was found written in a crumbled paper…
All the words slanting down to the left…
In memory, everybody remembered how the rope was too strong for the poet.

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Photograph: Daniel Falck.

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