When you said
You did not know
I did not know
That you felt like
An empty shell
If I could fill this space with flower gardens
And mistletoes
If we spread some glitter
On the shell
Would you teach me again
How to water the orchids?
I like what remains. Like sediment, Ash and an echo. This is a forum to talk about that which remains.
When you said
You did not know
I did not know
That you felt like
An empty shell
If I could fill this space with flower gardens
And mistletoes
If we spread some glitter
On the shell
Would you teach me again
How to water the orchids?
And next time you think
I can’t do it
Look at the sunflowers
Surviving on a cold autumn day
And on the fallen leaves
Which help the children
trimlumphantly
And noisily
Run on a smooth-though-rough
Carpet
Like life
And this sunset, so red that is setting
It awakes all the life and love within me
As the night falls
Dying
1
She was experiencing the dead cypress of the mind with edges
and her need like a heart whispered,
“fade out time,
roll on my abyss with the silky birds”
The disturbed mental state and time
that passed
without looking the endless flight with the big breast
and the small lust
and an inextinguishable, bottomless pain
which breathed in the smoke
as though
it was blood
I am, I say, I want to say “life”
I was about to shout but no voice
was coming out
Only the inarticulate bilingual orphan
Truth
2
Until you think of the translation
The meaning had already found a breezy shadow
To pass the afternoon
Shouting “Solve me” and drinking
Besieged freedom
3
How did you change so much? She asked the big storm.
Don’t ask how,
Only ask where.
She cried a sea
and the ocean grew bigger
and bigger
And the journey at sea
for the homeland
became more and more
remote