November 16, 2011

4 TORRES

POETRY

I saw them built, from the window of my office
I could see them grow, from my prison in the sky
I had a driver a waiter and you name it what,
a wine cellar too,
though still it was a prison.

Each time I see them now, from the air, landing
in Madrid, I remember the building up, the wonder,
nose against  the window, the cranes to heaven,
the sunset shadows,
though still it was a prison.



Posted by Pet
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19 comments:

  1. Jane and Lance HattattNovember 16, 2011 at 8:00 AM

    Hello:
    'The cranes to heaven' - what a wonderful image. Oh dear, looking at this, we do wonder what became of scale, human or otherwise?!!

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  2. Meine Dinge FrankaNovember 16, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    Beautiful poem - beautiful image.

    die vier Türme

    ♥ Franka

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  3. Lorenzo — Alchemist's PillowNovember 16, 2011 at 10:49 AM

    Yes, a luxuriously upholstered prison, but a prison all the same, especially compared with the wonderful freedom of "The Window" you treat us to in Donostia.

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  4. OlaNovember 16, 2011 at 11:27 AM

    I would never like to work in such "modern prisons"-no window and air conditioning:(

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  5. Daydream LivingNovember 16, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    Hi Pet,
    you know, I never really thought about it this way, I have worked in many high towers and have to agree, it felt likes 'prisons'.... also, I love the evening photo (window)!
    (oh, and sorry Pinterest isn't for you, also thanks for leaving your comment at my blog, it's nice to see a man's view), have a good Wednesday
    Maureen x

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  6. LaPouyetteNovember 16, 2011 at 1:38 PM

    Sehr philosophisch!
    Love it!

    Greetings,
    karin

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  7. Julius RevolutionNovember 16, 2011 at 8:14 PM

    Woooowwwww !!!

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  8. Bess V.November 16, 2011 at 8:52 PM

    Very nice poem! And Gosh, those skyrises to stick out don't they? I wish developers would think about the other buildings and the ambiance of the neighborhood before constructing.

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  9. OlgaNovember 17, 2011 at 12:20 AM

    This is a very beautiful photo, and the poem is wonderful too. That`s how I feel on high towers - like a prisoner.

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  10. David TomsNovember 17, 2011 at 2:20 AM

    When I was much younger I always thought development on this scale was something to be marvelled at. Now not so much

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  11. mermaid galleryNovember 17, 2011 at 6:24 AM

    scary dude!

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  12. Travel With LuluNovember 17, 2011 at 7:10 AM

    A European recently told me they are dying to go to NYC one day. I told them, no, don't go there - it is just full of skyscrapers - you can barely see the sky. She said, Exactly! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I was reminded :)

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  13. JudithNovember 17, 2011 at 7:38 AM

    So often,there is no beauty in progress...and in some instances( such as skyscrapers like this) is progress really necessary?
    You are a wonderful Wordsmith Pet. :)

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  14. WilliNovember 17, 2011 at 10:35 AM

    Was für ein Dichter du bist. Hätte es nie geglaubt! Mach' weiter so

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  15. winterludesNovember 17, 2011 at 12:39 PM

    thank you for this poem. i do love towers… from the outside…

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  16. JillNovember 17, 2011 at 8:45 PM

    Too often our work doesn't give us happiness.

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  17. 1-2punchNovember 18, 2011 at 6:18 AM

    Hooray for freedom, wherever you find it!

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  18. CourtneyNovember 21, 2011 at 6:06 PM

    i wish i were brave enough to post poetry on my blog. very cool.

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  19. AprendeconvaleNovember 23, 2011 at 10:09 PM

    tienes razón, no dejan de ser prisiones!!

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