A Place Where I Belong

belonging poem

Poem

 

I almost always find
myself at the little pink
house on Rue Saint-Vincent
on the Butte Montmartre.
I go there to see Amala
Landré sing Edith Piaf
songs and to see them play
old French tunes on the
piano. I am in my harlequin
suit and I think of Barcelona
and Els Quatre Gats and of
poor bleeding Casagemas.
I see old Fredé wink at me
and play his guitar and I
think I am precisely where
I am supposed to be.

 

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photograph by Sebastien Gabriel

 

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Sergio Remon Alvarez

Born in Madrid Sergio moved to New York City at a young age. He studied playwriting under Karl Friedman and theater at Purchase College. After college, Sergio moved to Alta, Utah where he was a dish washer, waiter, handyman, ski repairman, firefighter and free-skier. Upon his return to New York City, Sergio has alternately been a bookseller, boxer, painter, translator, graphic artist, jazz musician, and writer. He studied creative writing at Gotham Writer's Workshop, the Unterberg Center for Poetry, the St Marks Poetry Project, and New York University. He currently splits his time living in New York and Madrid. He runs with the bulls in Pamplona.

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