por Marcella Marx
“It was not until I had reached home that I realized the true meaning of exile.”
Azar Nafisi – from Reading Lolita in Tehran.
With my bare feet I opened the door
and felt the blindness taking over me
all my senses
numb and resigned
home was nowhere near me
I recognized the furniture although
it did not seem mine anymore
I unlocked the windows
did not see anything
apart from an overwhelming will
to find home again
out there
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