Life line curves on your palm and gives you the days in which you will eventually understand that you are a line segment that can be elongated on each side In your points other times will be born and will die at the end And on your translations someone will recall while will be
all people know what are the coordinates that I live in and on what full stops my initials are leaning on I write my Unique Master Citizen Number on the payment slip when I return what was taken from me And in my health insurance I reveal it when with my consent they extract blood
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If even in this moment of connection You decided to defiliate yourself I would understand.. If I kept writing with harassing pen, and this fact would harm you, I would stop. If a microbe drags you away on other shores where interlocutors are not allowed, as a stone sphinx I would become a wall. New
I got rid of the holiday days with dry shaving. Someone who doesn’t listen to the spring rain looks at me from the mirror The long beard of the rain is soaking in the ground. It will tingle the Earth crust soon – a young, green beard over the old ground. The imaginary loops tied
The tremble in the lairs at sunrise assumes a new macerate majesty to look into the beauty of the trees in the sweet days of late October. The primary ultrasound of the bells in the swoon’s hour spangled by luminous knots. We are an extreme azure-blue race – new appearances erected towers receptions exploded towers
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Love is the health of the monkey. The eyes of the saint donkey marked by seeing the quiet rust of the cisterns. Wind that sharpens the grass, the ultraviolet chalice, of the evening as a radiant latitude. Or the sea and the afternoons composed by the nymphal sheath of the cicada. Prove me your happiness
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Do not expect her to walk in the cold streets with her scarf over one shoulder Or tap the heels on the silent memories nor mirroring her image in the shops window because her effulgence is stronger then the sun that warms the ice transforming it in to a candle, touching the marrow of the
At the twilight I saw the angel descending like only he knows to his white wings blinded the night and a bright vail covered the sky, the glowing shape, like a hanging spirit the fire, kidnapped from the bosom that was burning on the eyes of lightning and was poured as a thunderclap in the
I need to see beyond the frames And twist the contrast to make one more color for deciphering all the views that in a second change so abruptly to make that colour a sea, a typhoon, but also the peace that sleeps on the white waves peace that rests beside an island which, for me,
The poppies have bloomed they brighten the lips of spring with their insane red they kiss the zephyr to unravel the petals one by one to blossom that erupts from the earth’s bosom they drip the blood of their soul on the veins to bring more love to tomorrow. Translated by Merita Paparisto
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