Desire that twists to linghe eyelashes
the belt knows of death and unconscious worth
that will, certainly the same desire not to desire
and all those empty prayers lost in imagining
now ... I'm tired of thinking and rain drops
quick as not wanting to think about the beyond
Spring does raise your hands to the sky
and at night the fires of love astral shine
while Pan dance of joy beyond Time and Space
just to ask just to have joy and respect.
Under the couple breaks the red distilled fire
and then dust powder only stops the black solution
the fatigue that captures the morning the work of an angel
Of a country house at sunset
the wind is light almost absorbed pose
while the windows are lit up with lights
and the barking dog tied by a chain to his fate
and the sky slowly fades oblong to the marrow
and the barn rests peacefully in his silver murmurs
and creaking of wooden planks and solemn cornfields
still tender swaying slightly in the sad evening for a farewell
Evening fresh collapsed at border
the trees and the sky speak cable
between thin slowness gashes in the mud
roses the alchemical egg
we bear witness to the presence of other sizes
eternal damp caresses
Soft line that tracks the wait
arms light caress the air
with eyes the statue breathes
and no dance was light and floating steps.
A face from the shadow reaches listening
swallowed up by the shadow ghosts lose their way
and the thunder roars through the clouds in a treacherous hand
and you sing in the rain sweet pieces of glass wanderers
Empty Solitude of Prime Numbers
crushed by steep walls and suspects the stars
rich in twilight gleaming floors
and look beyond the windows open sunsets
and gaze lingers lingers pierced by burning bushes
real lightning from a clear sky on campaigns burned by desires
