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José Toicen Guape, translated by Jessica Sequeira
Meaningless
Life seems meaningless
everything is so bland and boring
nothing entertains like before
not games or even sports
things that once gave us
such joy and thrills
The sun shines less than before
the birds no longer sing
as loudly as they did,
the days have all become the same
so disappointing.
No, I don’t want to do anything
just stay in my room
looking at the ceiling for no reason
to see if up there
I can see the moon.
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