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Dialogue

i wonder if the silence feels ever lonely,
if it guesses the lost of the irreversible,
if unsaid words are hurting it...
darling, what are you thinking about?
- let me guess:
you dance around an alien thought.
you miss that 'being' of a single heart beating
that stole us from the seconds

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Me -1

i live next to an lonely flower.
sometimes i get the feeling i know how it feels;
all the leaves together and yet so far away - each of them living time's time.
it's like us in an empty ball
trying to catch the leftovers of a thought.

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Why, Sweetie ?

Why, sweetie ?

Tell me, my sweetie, why can't the delphins fly?
Why can't I see your dreams, sweetie?
Tell me, my sweetie,
Why can't we hide the night
And make all seconds become hours?
Why, can't we, sweetie,
Keep flakes in a frame and make the tears disapper?
Tell me, my sweetie, why
My screams are words, your silence, too?
Why, sweetie, do I smell a thought of winter
And why my windows
Are all closed for angels, sweetie?

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Between

the more i ask
the less you give me
and the less you give me
the less i ask -
until there's nothing
between the first 'm' and the last 'l'.

i wonder what was from the beginning;
there was us or only an empty respiration
between a too tight you and me?

i tried to touch you
but there was just a whirled space
after your echo.

i am enough for myself;
and though -
i still count your steps' shadows
and rebreath the lost silence.

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Alternative

The horses are irregularly neighing,
They’re fallen out by tired saddles,
Their wings tore off
And run like sinners.

The next day, in the morning,
Were growing trees instead of wings,
And the veins were quietly laughing,
While losing their way among the teeth.

Yet, the horses don’t worry
‘Cause angels died a night before,
And doctor said “Instead of stumps I’ll make
A transplant of wings of lunatics”.