The angels of bouquets grant the flowers a change of hue.
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There were only a few of them
Each one thought he was aloneThey sang, they were rightTo singBut they sang the way you sack a cityThe way you kill yourself.Frayed moist nightShall we endure youLongerShall we not shakeYour cloacal evidenceWe shall not wait for a morningMade to measureWe wanted to see in other people’s eyesTheir nights of love exhaustedThey dream only of…
She is standing on my eyelids
She has the form of my hands,She has the colour of my eyes,She is swallowed by my shadowLike a stone against the skyHer eyes are always openAnd will not let me sleep.Her dreams in broad daylightMake the suns evaporateMake me laugh, cry and laugh,Speak with nothing to say
I. Soon
This one is the ugliestOf all of my ways of beingTo be trusting is the bestGrass pushes up snowLike the stone of a tombBut I sleep within the stormAnd awaken eyes brightSlowness, brief time endsWhere all streets must passThrough my innermost recessesSo that I would meet someoneI don’t listen to monstersI know them and all…
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Without laughter or tears lasts foreverOne day after another one night after us.
By the road of ways
I come to you the double the multipleas like you as the era of deltas.Your head is as tiny as mineThe nearby sea reigns with springOver the summers of your fragile formAnd here one burns bundles of ermine.In the wandering transparencyof your noble facethese floating animals are wonderfulI envy their candour their inexperienceYour inexperience on…
It’s the sweet law of men
They make fire from coalThey make men from kissesIt’s the true law of menKept intact despitethe misery and wardespite danger of deathIt’s the warm law of menTo change water to lightDream to realityEnemies to friendsA law old and newThat perfects itselfFrom the child’s heart’s depthsTo reason’s heights.