Exiled Without A Place, a poem by Victor Monsivais at Spillwords.com

Exiled Without A Place

Exiled Without A Place

written by: Victor Monsivais

 

it is the moon
the moonlight
memories of you
a distant place

stories:
when I was born
memories:
my growing up

there afar, we met
there afar, we fell

here
time reflects itself
in a foggy mirror
twist’d by time itself

here
there’s only moon
no place
only streams of moon

Víctor Monsiváis

Víctor Monsiváis

Mexico City, 1952
Deeply in love with beauty and love, since he was a child, Víctor has been immersed in various fields of art and knowledge. His innate curiosity and his searching spirit have led him to explore the nature of humans through the philosophies, sciences, and works that they have created. But above all, he has dedicated himself to exploring the stuff of art, within which he has learned and practiced in various disciplines: architecture, music, poetry, painting, and photography. He has lived in Canada for the last thirty years. Today, Víctor continues to live in Toronto with his wife, his son, and his granddaughter. He keeps watching time go by as he does his favorite things: singing, writing, drawing, walking, watching the rain, and loving.
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