I was born
Only because I forgot to die
For this I was born
Do you remember when you used to laugh alone?
You used to sit gathering drops of rain
You used to love crying in the rain
You used to say that tear drops mixed
with rain became eternal diamonds.
Now I walk far from the sun.
And you far from your motionless desires
I bear no crosses
I bear no feathers
I will a forgotten cross
Flee, go away.
Forget breathing.
Travel far, run swiftly.
Hide under the rain.
Humiliate yourself in the sun
Steal the corpse of hope.
Scream out all the remaining light.
Silently, subtract the darkness.
Until the end of time.
You must know
every manner of oblivion
watches me
One cannot look twice for the inkwell
of memory
without losing the pen
Ink is memory
and I lay out landscapes
with my last cry
I play with dust and silk
Shadowless figures steal the silence
It is not night yet
I bear no crosses
I bear no feathers
I scratch the emptiness
I take the least
My fingers are in the dark
The emptiness avenges in stillness
I move the impermanent
Laughing
I bear no crosses
I bear no feathers
Repentance.
Point me to the sky
My song fades
Reluctant sun
I hide my senses in every grain of wheat
down there
When they will come to get me
they will only need to reap the harvest
Reluctant sun
My senses hidden in the wheat
they will come to get me
they will reap the harvest
I will have become too big for them
They will not see me
But they will fool themselves into thinking they have lived
And I will be sure to be dead
Reluctant sun
forgive me
because I know
because I am not able to
Burn the feathers
Count the first
Numbers in the shape of what comes last
Of marble and leaves
You stay standing
I am of stone
You dug up caves.
You forgot the night.
You tore the flag
I have stopped
I was on a hill motionless
Sleeping I sang the primroses
Chapter 13
There is the sea in a glass
You can forget
You can drown
You see the wall
Governed by its forgotten
Run away as soon as you recognize
In a hurry, but without rushing
The clock is not a compass
and somebody will know
A head falls asleep in white
a wall becomes filigree
I write music
Until the end of the world
Trespassing.
Have you closed the door leaving the wind in its place?
It is of no consequence to me. I shall leave counting all the trees
Chapter 5
I stopped the hand
I found a door
I left with me
The agony of red
In the falling air
He wrote his name on the wall
crystal feathers
betrayed paints
You tried silence
turning into transparent stone
And I can no longer find my name
Lost in tomorrow’s time
Clouds and clocks.
Evaded from desires.
Hidden amongst locks
The good tears
rest on just chests
Those who do not enjoy such fate
can only sleep laying on the ground
Their tears will hang from the lowest tree
Condemned for eternity to search the sun
But the good tears
always rest on just chests
Those who know love
Those who can
search a white stone
before the new moon
Moving to the last prison,
a shallow breath before the big jump.
How many can only see the prisons of others,
forgetting their own?
I fled long ago
and will die
drunk under the sun.
How many can only see the prisons of others
I fled long ago
and will die drunk under the sun
Every day he is amongst them
They hid the skies in a single hand
They traced the routes of the ships
lacerating the sea with a finger
I laughed too much not to go down the stairs
Tomorrow I will cry enough
To ascend them again
He always cried when somersaulting backwards
then he would hide behind a cloud
spinning sugar smiles.
Who has true smiles with which to exchange them?
And after he said
It is true, I stole the entire sky
I stole it from the stars
I abandoned the stars and the wind
I exchanged them for roses which I had never seen
And ended up making with them a cape
Your wings were mine to cover
If, then everything proceeds
tomorrow is already yours
I am already light
He would tell me to keep still,
but I always saw the sun upside down
He would tell me to pray
I preferred a vertical sea.
Going round in a circle
I left
I did not bid farewell
I no longer saw
I never really knew my name
But one day I will change my mind
And before learning how to die I will know
The last tears in the river
the last river in the bottle
Nowhere rain
Movement everywhere
Can you hear their voice?
Dig your hole
remain motionless
gives shout
Let me finish
Chapter 8
f you think you are where I am
If you hope to have even one word
If you think you can live seeing who I used to be
If you think you can leave
You can only live
I care not about the days
I care not about writing
I will only need one look
Point me to the sky.
I will be a comet.
I will crash onto nothingness,
before the sun can kiss me.
My song fades.
The stars leave sparse flowers
where the eternal lays.
Have you seen the space with no design?
Have you blinded the moon using your broken finger?
I did not bid farewell and I no longer saw
I look at myself every time
And every time I climb onto a balloon
To better see the sea
Tomorrow seeing the sea from close up
and falling into the void while learning to fly
Suspended until my smile will dissolve into a cloud
Reversing.
Do not ask anything
Sing the melody
I waited a long time before learning to cry
They taught me how to balance with a smile
Though balancing is but the prologue of a fall
it is merely the act of sucking in the air which is needed to cry
And I cried
Why do you insist on looking at the wall?
it is without light, though it withholds it
Spent
Tired
Forget your space
In search of mute geometries
I told you
One day we will no longer be angels
and shall begin to fly
Echoes of my past voice
Blinded silence
Go to the next stone
See my face
He would tell me to keep still
He would tell me to pray
but I preferred a vertical sea
They are the gardens of separate vices
They are the stars and the blood
Ambrosia is bread for his dreams
Death is the dawn of every day
While I live
While they hope
I live
Recognition.
Do you remember when you used to laugh alone?
You used to sit gathering drops of rain.
The last tears
Nowhere rain
Movement everywhere
Chapter 11
Betrays the true
I do not see scratches
I do not see the cards
Suspend a reason
Hopes yesterday
Cry tomorrow
I steal your time
I kill mine
I revolve around the end
I play with dust and silk
I cry dust, I knead silence
The day is a forgotten filigree
With silk and with dust, under the moon
I scream my hands into the deaf wall
It is not dawn yet
I discovered the wailing
Along the wall
It was not alone.
Not seen
it is finished.
Without mutating
into nothingness.
I laugh at myself.
I cry on myself.
I steal from myself.
I kill myself.
I love myself.
I die.
I have hidden all the air
in folds of silk.
Tomorrow we live again
The day
forgotten filigree
Two lights remain alight
The others I will switch off
Far from my hands
Chapter 2
Too far
The darkness can see
I write my lament
I forget yesterday
After
One hour
One day
Powder in silence
Ink is already memory
faded in blue
Your memory is still water
The wind gives back a smile
and everything survives around me
White
deaf
subtle
I have killed time
The sky is a wall to me
Eyes folded
I fasten the wind
I am an acrobat now
lost in sugar
Hanged in silence
The sky is a wall to me
Eyes folded
I fasten the traces
Chapter 6
Did you find your opening?
You've been on the run three times
Before falling
Blow out your candle
Scream into the blackness
Chapter 1
There is no one
No one calls
There is no space
I move the darkness
The stars leave sparse flowers
And you far from your motionless desires
Now I walk far from the sun
Rests
Vigil
Wait
I do not see other
Turn off the light
I run far at night
Tonight I shall learn to draw, in the dark
My arms will never cease to be still again
Rebirth.
Humiliate yourself in the sun
Scream out all the remaining light
Chapter 7
The blackness leeches on all
The threshold fast and uncertain
The path slow
It brings out the last
The forms of nothing
Digress.
I will crash onto nothingness
Before the sun can kiss me
But shadow of spent light
In the precocious perpetual
Until the beginning of the world
Kneading the rapture of blindness and hypocrisy
the stranger treads on the white flowers of truth
And after having betrayed them a second time
he relegates them to the ground
The stranger cannot stand the smell
too intense for his nostrils
too vast for his imagination
too truthful for a stranger with a fake step
Flowers of truth never depart
lies are washed by the wind
Only those flowers along the white road will be able to remember
And the wind will dissolve in nothingness
Just like deceit
just like nothingness
If you think you are where I am
If you think you can live seeing who I used to be
I don't be the absent
Chapter 12
And turn thee
Do not strike the vacuum
It screams the border
And break your sleep
It dies the end
Tasting the night
I put the light to sleep
I am buried by flowers
You asked to climb to the second last
no mercy for what the past
astute in colour
of marble and leaves
You stay standing
I am of stone
I am 17
Clouds and clocks
Evaded from desires
Hidden amongst locks
Living at night
Dying just yesterday
Chapter 3
You see the darkness
You finger the last seeds
You turn over invisible letters
You snatch my glow
You sing
You kill
You die
I christened all of them but one
He was in front of me he was the last
he was not holding a gun
Two lights remain alight
One I switch off
The other I will switch off
Far from my hands
You shooed away the stars.
The dream the omen
Lock the doors
Powder in silence
Silent powder
Tell her you have not seen
I play with dust and silk.
I cry dust, I knead silence.
The day is a forgotten filigree.
With silk and with dust
under the moon.
I scream my hands
into the deaf wall.
It is not dawn yet.
Why do you insist on looking at the wall?
In search of mute geometries
Death is the dawn of every day
Chapter 14
Eyes dancing the echo
The screams that i have left
I tried the door
New in the darkness is already past
Executed by my short breathe
I see you, and start building skies
Before being born I slept
On a hill
Chapter 10
Crucified to the clock
I steal your time
I kill mine
I survive the existing
I revolve around the end.
It is still evening
The arms are deaf
It is time to die
To encounter the night is easy
I encountered the night
Though I did not escape it by running towards the light
Too lazy
During the day he daydreams upside down
At night he speaks to the hours
That man killed me
but I am too lazy to thank him
He wrote his name on the wall
And I can no longer find my name
Lost in tomorrow’s time
Chapter 9
Breath with no beginning
I distilled my end
I deceived the day before
Before seeing you
You must know
every manner of oblivion
watches me.
One cannot look twice for the inkwell
of memory
without losing the pen.
Ink is memory
and I lay out landscapes
with my last cry.
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