Carlos's Blog
The Traveler
I dreamt last night I was flying.
Everyone has flying dreams
But I dreamt I was flying
Over Istanbul,
I dreamt I was flying over the blue mosque,
Along the avenues,
And through the alleyways
Looking for you.
I looked in every souk
In every medina
In every bordello
But didn't find you.
And I know it's a long time since you were there
And even longer since you left me for Istanbul,
But I went on looking for you anyway.
I know that you became a model,
Then a slut,
Then a stripper,
Then a whore.
I know that later you went to Senegal,
Contracted malaria,
For no good reason.
You'd given away your anti-malaria drugs
To a child who's fate had already been sealed,
The virus already in his blood,
So they couldn't have helped him anyway.
Now it's years since you came back,
Emaciated, a skeleton, insane,
And the magic was gone forever;
But sometimes I still dream I'm flying.
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