And I
Don’t know where I’ve gone.
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Between going and staying
in love with its own transparency.The circular afternoon is now a baywhere the world in stillness rocks.All is visible and all elusive,all is near and can’t be touched.Paper, book, pencil, glass,rest in the shade of their names.Time throbbing in my temples repeatsthe same unchanging syllable of blood.The light turns the indifferent wallinto a ghostly theater…
I turn the page of the day,
by the motion of your eyelashes.I enter you,the truthfulness of the dark.I want proofs of darkness, wantto drink the black wine:take my eyes and crush them.A drop of nighton your breast’s tip:mysteries of the carnation.Closing my eyesI open them inside your eyes.Always awakeon its garnet bed:your wet tongue.There are fountainsin the garden of your veins.With…
More than air
More than lipsLight lightYour body is the trace of your body
Piedra De Sol
La treizième revient…c’est encor la première;et c’est toujours la seule-ou c’est le seul moment;car es-tu reine, ô toi, la première ou dernière?es-tu roi, toi le seul ou le dernier amant?Gérard de Nerval, ArthèmisUn sauce de cristal, un chopo de agua,un alto surtidor que el viento arquea,un árbol bien plantado mas danzante,un caminar de río que…
I am a man: little do I last
But I look up:the stars write.Unknowing I understand:I too am written,and at this very momentsomeone spells me out.
Between now and now,
the word bridge.Entering ityou enter yourself:the world connectsand closes like a ring.From one bank to another,there is alwaysa body stretched:a rainbow.I’ll sleep beneath its arches.