Our old home suffered from hyperhidrosis.
No matter how much
You ventilated it, perfumed it
It would still smell like cement.
The walls looked like discarded paintings.
We spent nineteen years there
Learning to bet on life and career
Chasing away storms, rains and floods.
In there: We were sailors
In search of better coasts.
Until we found one.
With no desire to scratch or
Apply any ointment of love -
Our new home
Suffers from psoriasis.
In here: We are sightseers
In search of new sarais.
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