Sleeping together

There are two hearts beating, two hearts breathing to the beat of that one drum, breathing naked together, we are joined at the heart and we breathe in unison, always, we pretend it is for always, but know it is not so.

Alentejo dreaming

The cork trees here were not found in my childhood.

Sometimes battered hampers

There, you see, nothing was lost in the process of real translation.

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