Restiamo muti, alla ricerca
di una carne tenera
che potrebbe essera nostra
senza toccarci.
Restiamo cechi, alla ricerca
di quel nido vuoto dove
lasciarci le ossa e
andarcene a vivere
in un
Remember, dear friend,
people do leave.
Whether in the middle of a dream
or in broad daylight,
they do.
Then
the sky gets filled up
with dead birds and
slowly shrinks
until it becomes
as I was sitting calmly on the shore
and watching phantoms swallowing
dead fishes
I thought we would be better off without
the unforgiving god who taught us how
to suffer deeply
but then
La nuit toujours là et
toujours câline étouffe
d’un seul geste les cris des
enfants, le silence des
morts, les ombres de
l’acier dressées contre
l’herbe où se cachent
toutefois quelques
The hedgehog didn’t
stand any chance,
however hidden in the grass,
however peaceful seemed
the morning.
The child’s enthusiasm,
carried on partly
by the green bicycle,
partly by the
des trous dans l’air
et des trous dedans:
personne versant de l’eau
afin d’en garantir l’existence.
une correspondance basée
sur la solitude de l’observateur.
c’est moi, emparée de
the stillness of the water as we
run down the spaces in between,
an urge to clean up all remembrance of joy,
tiny skies lying on the hot bathroom floor:
breathe and count, serenissima,
the
le père mort à jamais, la mère tâchée d\'un amour introuvable, amis trop tard rencontrés, crayons, air, fuite, robes belles et robes moches, le même sourire en cas de danger
dis moi si tout cela
all state of mind is an altering air
in which the only form of sanity
is advancing with feminine hands.
but the gesture does not offer relief.
the colors are plotting against it.
hidden in
the little boy reaching out
for a stroke of today’s yellow air:
“I could carry this sky in my shoes
so very tightly
I’m the big laces’ master
I could not let go
until I grow older than
nous étions à la recherche du vraisemblable
et rien ne pouvait nous défaire
ni le chant des chiens trop longtemps apprivoisés
ni le bruit des châtaigniers parfois dorés parfois ébranlés
par un
Tes silences ont toujours eu l’air d’un journal ni intime, ni trop sincèrement écrit. Je voudrais bien que tu excuses cette introduction maladroite, mais je n’ose point rester coite. Toucher ton
Après la chute advient le désir. Minimaliste et déchu, il se frotte contre mes pieds absents, bien qu\'en rien affaiblis.
Que faire de cette situation où aucun symbole ne vaut plus?
Je décide
they were going under like no memories
were filling their souls’ pockets ears
envies duties therefore errors.
the loneliest one was screaming
for the photographer to rush in
to grab
it’s about the people you think you know
when you can’t fall deeper than your own rumble
when you don’t get further than the height
of your own head.
they pass by with mugs in their
stupidity always filled my afternoons
better than any attempt to bleach my thoughts.
I have already so much lingerie covering
every piece of furniture flesh guilt or fear.
as I approach them
Songes-tu jamais à l’efficacité des rêves ? Je te le demande en toute douleur. Aucun besoin de rigoler sur l’affaire. Tu vois, des hommes qui traduisent leur sommeil avec trop d’insistance, il y en a
A single giant stain covers the handkerchief
Which the child bought on children’s day
For his at times visible friend. Only one
Pomegranate to share this Wednesday, my friend.
The transparent
She loves me, she loves me not, this truth must be told
whilst you watch me cleaning her sex
removing the home made whitish petals
and other dikes every such mechanism must have.
She glimpses,
You told me not to bring god up unless he was out of the question. I stared
As the shapes of your smell were noisily growing, rushing towards some kind of a point.
Making it forced me to shut down
Procrastination is not a bad thing. Neither lying between shiftless walls
With remorse announcing it’s time to have coffee
Or to leave the friendly mind you inhabit.
The pale cheeks, the
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