always was the clay transforming in his eyes
from the juicy fruits stones were slowly appearing
he wanted to create lions but begot only flies
forever galatea was born under a different
what hides under nails
in the dark
when the light is turned off
misanthropic nectar
of stories unknown
breathlessly told
tremble of hands
glimmering slighter and slighter
on a
I’ve thrown away
all my pencils ball pens workbooks
my typewriter my computer
eagerly I’ve hooked up a rope
long and thin
from the sharp end of the sky
I’ve made the sign of the cross in a
The mirrors
these frozen waters of the real
are the amused and full of sarcasm
witnesses of our perpetual change
we are looking involuntarily
every one of us in our own mirror
today tomorrow
petrification of essences unknown by eagles
like some lost tears of angels fallen among men
watch for the unique instant between the hollow heartbeats
serene as the distance between the
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