POETRY

WORD AGAINST THE WORD     Of all the words, ours are the most vulnerable, even if they are unquestionably in the mouth. No one asks, no one violent. They kiss the stars, they do not touch the ground. Other words, waving his arms and legs, skulls filled, inflamed throat. A knife in the back, translates as caress, a kick …

DAYS IN WHITE These days, I get up with birches, and forehead restart interlock the strands of wheat, in front of a mirror of ice. Amalgamated to my breath, sfiocca milk: so early, has easy foam. And where the glass I fogged with breath, seems painted by a child finger, yet your name: innocence! After a long time. These days, …

WHAT I WANT FOR THE ADVENT GIVE YOU An organ sound antidote to the gloomy morning, my breath against the cold wind of the day, snowflakes as a promise of stars at night and a light to the path of those who had given up for lost, Angel, who in the middle of the night announces the rebirth of love. …

AGAINTS TIME The event stands clear of history. Originality is not in ranks of trees, but in this tree; and every fruit is the first fruit, shapely and absolute. Events afe individuaI as pain. This dar, this trouble, fingering rain, has never been. Beauty comes clean, in the cock’s rusty vowels or in sky-searching towers, that lift themselves light as …

THE TARGET FOR THE FLOWER OF A TREE The anguish of the objects set aside – the first sketch alone does not cover the neglect – yet you are entire, the variable surfaces of objects close – the anatomy of the periphery: the skeleton of a leaf and is immersed in afloat deceived by the depth – I do not …

THE SHEET Love, whenever whiten the soul like a room. It overlaps the previous one on the other, on the light blue away, with tiny flowers arrive poppy field, then the light yellow with roses. And somewhere, in a corner all peels off. Petals as you browse the layers of paint, and if I tried to scratch with a fingernail, …

WITH ALTERNATE KEY With alternate key, you schiudi the house where the snow whirls of things left unsaid. Depending on the blood that oozes from eye, mouth and ear, varying your key. Vary your key, you change the word which is granted twirl slap. Depending on the wind that pushes you away, it coagulates around the word, the snow. (Paul …

THE DISAPPEARED The disappeared as the earth swallowed them up, was the air? As the shores of the sea innumerable; however, lay not in the arena, but in anything, ranks forgotten. And often hand to hand, as the minutes of us closer together, but no memory, not registered, not decipherable in the dust but disappeared, their names, the spoons, the …

CHERRIES When love on stilts, teases the gravel paths, and up to the trees arrive, I’d love to recognize I cherries as cherries, not shorter arms, using stairs which always missing some peg, live cascaticcia fruit, stewed fruit . Sweet and sweeter, almost black; blackbirds make dreams so red. Who gives kisses and who, when the love on stilts, to …

RAGS Well, in another reality, it hurts my mother alone. At first they were harmless superficial injuries, but after a few days they festered, so she had more and more need of sheets, to bandage wounds. Soon, all the house-which did not exist in any form – it was filled with dirty rags, even under my pillow. I have learned …