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I Was So Happy

all the pheromones circled around me
without knowing, we will gather you all
and we make a world
you draw like the silver treacherous snails
pressed intersections
some over others in translucent layers
ah, here, this is the time you said
and we gather around
all around
extreme words and states

I was photographing the world with one cyclopean eye
cramming it into one night
glasses, cups, plates
how many sets I broke
stockings how many pairs I broke
a silky mountain to circulate mathematical butterflies
invented by the statistics of the managers
on the thighs

and house noises
on the dress painted by your hug

we were young
we are working on an abyssal constellation
our bodies craved warmth
and the hugs
and expectations
friends were watching us too
getting under their skin I was growing
move forward
I made leaves and flowers
and they gave birth to other planets
and other trajectories
and other plans were intertwined

we cannot say that the walking has slowed down
and neither did I forget
I waited until everyone arrived
so far away
that no sound was heard
shouting from one to another

density increased and voices
they were impregnated as the leaves in the geological layers
one of us will have to come
from the future
to research them
to understand what I said today

so far we have each come
that
it will be necessary that on the wall of this embrace
to give birth to children
let's give birth to voices that forget us

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Humanity Constellation

yesterday
I worked without being able to control myself
I thought I was a guy in a pot of clouds
coming out of one of the earth
frightened

at midnight the endless midnight and I stretched out my hands
to catch him
to run

I fell asleep tired
stolen into nothingness

almost morning
you opened my eyes to me in new burrows
your eyes dripped over my writing
mangoes and we smell the holiday smell
tens of shining stars

I, a restless animal, run away from home
I was picking on love
we sweeten your footsteps, the footsteps of humanity
caught from flight to flight

the wonder rolled through the reverberated circles
echoes where unseen

how many thousands of years in the unknown
how many days on earth
small and scared
will they fit into your arms?

suddenly
I was ashamed of my fear
I answered
I kept quiet and went on with my life
where I left her trapped

no, I'm not a child left, even if my heart
that's how it felt one day
I cried out in nothing and dozens of lights went on,
dozens of houses and = have opened the doors for me

I have a long journey to do
joining in a drawing
outlined from one to the other
our lives
in one

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Desert Story

Stones inadvertently resemble pain
sharp when raw
freshly torn from rock.

Witnesses of time, they fill with voices
the ridges round off,
become children's cheeks.

Afterwards 
they shrink,
stone egg cells
in an eternity of ideas.

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Oman

I'll wrap around the silk of each day
until I will become core
to your time

I gather you up speck by speck
rumor
flutter
tear
I wait a becoming
bitter song
amidst the lips of the night

When the roads' arms 
will embrace me
ripping my body
I'll sprout, shadowing the future
with your sky.

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Bazaar

Bazaar
 

The nights’ chest opens up -
strings of illusions
rattle in palms
the knowing buyers haggle
for a dream
while the fascinated women
try on 
toles of princesses or odalisques.
In the shell of hope
genuine perls are priceless.

Silk labyrinth
of amber and incense,
amulets of shamans hidden in death,
a mirage in golden cases,
the drug of success
paths and passions
unknown potions
scaffold question.

Merchants with epheb faces
skillfully spin shadows,
scarves, dependences, embroideries,
compasses, elders, rings, sapphires,
open 
conspicuous roads.

Rubys, gold,
sealed fates
days delirium
forgotten writings
bracelets and silver girdles,
old things, 
new objects
disturb the untold air.


The world’s cornice
crunches upon the stalls
heavy stars
cramped into bags
shriek 
with undecipherable voices.

Thousands of dead and living worlds
rise to the skies
from eyes
touched by temptation.

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Uterine

I'm not looking good
as if we could know what happiness is
from the grey area

in dream
fairness is a cancer
of the float
so stop
don't judge your dreams
because you only see them in half
or neither

the feeling of devaluation
towards myself or my own achievements
strong feelings of fear
culpability
uncertainty
frustration
guilt or annoyance
change the position of the dream
and we will see
only the trace left on the sand

when he slides his body into a free zone
talk to me, thank you
I appreciate

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Arabesque

Arabesque


Dressing up the evenings’ shoulders
shawls of white silk bloom
enticements,
evenings on silk shoulders
making up stories behind the shadows,
through pomegranates of word the step is the story’s shadow,
the magi has stars to bewitch the deeps
into word.

Time, a wizard bewitched by stars,
spawns white shoulders of stars,
lured
by trails, the steps bloom on shawls,
the white agate evening
grazes grains of sand.

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Lady Death

she came in discreet way to me 
and asked me
are you going with me?
negligent and rude
I told her
I can't, sorry,
but I have so many laundry and so many bills
to be paid without delay
but certainly 
for sure
I'll release myself, only to have a little patience
she sat down on a chair and said
there is no problem
I'm waiting
solve quickly what you have to solve
because the interval in which the traffic is quieter
is small
then comes the madness
something you will not face, believe me
you didn't learn on time
to get rich
to scream
to shout
you didn't like when you were a kid, when you were a teenager
when you were in shape
to attend meetings, meetings, boring events
you won't even like it now. it's hard, you'll be spit
expelled
you will be too old for all this
you will also be an "old sucker"
which everyone will laugh at
I'd like to spare you all this, hurry up a little
I look at her face
and I don't believe what she says
poppies also grow on the heap
and what a bright color they have
hey,  why do you mourn for me?

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Order In Life

a house with the bottom up
thrown clothes, clutter, books everywhere
manuscripts, invoices
pencils, drawing boards

no guests
no holiday tables
just a shadow of last year

I went out and watched the fireworks
the most beautiful fireworks in my life
they were ordered in writing games
new games
in dazzling dreams
in seamless beauty


when they melted
I felt alone and went home

in the night between the years
a man sat down
he washed the dishes
he was silent
he stayed with me
replacing the remaining kitten in the country
(how gentle to be
how good
to support a woman who has no desire for anything?)

as follows
I put a cart, ABBA, on the Internet
he smiled
and from his phone I heard a blues

fear and truth have taken hold
gently
the heat melted the snow
someone sketches a beginning
with old brushes

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Terrace In Azayba

Terrace in Azayba
 

On the white terrace
the sky sieves
sapphire earrings.

From the nests of the minarets
deep trembles
embalm the horizon.
 
White halo
the city travels
through the desert - 
a ship
of prayers.