White Faces
first
she cleans our faces
of all our small passages
then she closes our shameless gazes
because our eyes are always curious
inquisitive bags
even when they wrap in love
actually
they enter and infiltrate
greedy to take everything
our looks are never decent
she cleaned our thin tight lips
stitched with insinuations of joyful utterances
cleans our belly of hunger between our teeth
and the crying
this last tower of restless selfishness
through which our desire flows
lips touched
are extinguished improved abandoned
even our rosy vulgarity rises
as the steam rises in the morning
she carries the sunrise in her arms
to the center of imagination
and dreams of sugar worlds
the body is washed clean of sweat
of any trace of work
shaken
the body remains perfectly fine
and no one lies to anyone anymore
we are settled in fixed forms
in everything we didn't know about us
and we were not interested
we are clean
bright as the stones washed by the waters
everything is perfectly clarified
death is ordered
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