Giacomo Por

III

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

XXVII

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

XIII

Digress.

 

I will crash onto nothingness

Before the sun can kiss me

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

XXVI

The sky is a wall to me
Eyes folded
I fasten the traces

I see you, and start building skies
Before being born I slept
On a hill 

XXXI

XXIII

He wrote his name on the wall

And I can no longer find my name
Lost in tomorrow’s time

XIV

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

XXVIII

 

I was born
Only because I forgot to die

For this I was born
 

Why do you insist on looking at the wall?

In search of mute geometries

Death is the dawn of every day

But shadow of spent light
In the precocious perpetual
Until the beginning of the world

XIX

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.

XXXVII

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.

XXX

I play with dust and silk

Shadowless figures steal the silence

It is not night yet

XXI

I care not about the days
I care not about writing
I will only need one look

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?

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. 

XII

VIII

Two lights remain alight
One I switch off
The other I will switch off
Far from my hands

XXV

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

V

If, then everything proceeds
tomorrow is already yours
I am already light

XXIII

IX

XX

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

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

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 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

I discovered the wailing
Along the wall
It was not alone.
Not seen
it is finished.
Without mutating
into nothingness. 

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

IV

Clouds and clocks.
Evaded from desires.
Hidden amongst locks

A head falls asleep in white
a wall becomes filigree

I write music
Until the end of the world

XI

VI

XXXIII

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

XXXV

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

XIX

XXV

They hid the skies in a single hand
They traced the routes of the ships
lacerating the sea with a finger

XV

Reversing.

 

Do not ask anything

Sing the melody

IX

Echoes of my past voice

Blinded silence

Go to the next stone

See my face

You shooed away the stars.
The dream the omen
Lock the doors

I have walked at length with my hands my pockets and stones in my hand I turn circles around myself stop the light The light is eager for my silence I have stopped I was on a hill motionless Sleeping I sang the primroses

XV

XX

X

XXVI

Chapter 12

And turn thee
Do not strike the vacuum
It screams the border
And break your sleep
It dies the end

XV

V

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 

Do not ask anything I have everything to answer for Just do not ask.
Sing the melody Only the flowers and the dead will listen And one day the dead
will pick their flowers

XVIII

XVIII

VI

XVI

X

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.

 

XVII

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 

Powder in silence
Silent powder
Tell her you have not seen

XXVII

I run far at night

Tonight I shall learn to draw, in the dark

My arms will never cease to be still again

XXII

Chapter 7

The blackness leeches on all
The threshold fast and uncertain
The path slow
It brings out the last
The forms of nothing 

To encounter the night is easy
I encountered the night
Though I did not escape it by running towards the light

XXXIII

Chapter 1

There is no one
No one calls
There is no space
I move the darkness

XXIX

In a hurry, but without rushing
The clock is not a compass
and somebody will know

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 

Chapter 11

Betrays the true

I do not see scratches

I do not see the cards

Suspend a reason

Hopes yesterday

Cry tomorrow

Chapter 2

Too far
The darkness can see
I write my lament
I forget yesterday

XII

XX

IV

XVI

I bear no crosses
I bear no feathers

I will a forgotten cross

 

XXIII

Tasting the night
I put the light to sleep

I am buried by flowers 

Chapter 5

I stopped the hand
I found a door
I left with me
The agony of red
In the falling air 

Tomorrow we live again

The day

forgotten filigree

I am 17
Clouds and clocks
Evaded from desires
Hidden amongst locks
Living at night
Dying just yesterday

The stars leave sparse flowers

And you far from your motionless desires

Now I walk far from the sun

XXII

I run far at night 
I no longer know how to cry with the light on 
Tonight I shall learn to draw In the dark 
Shadowless figures steal the silence 
My arms will never cease to be still again

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

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

IX

How many can only see the prisons of others
I fled long ago
and will die drunk under the sun

Chapter 5

IV

Two lights remain alight
The others I will switch off
Far from my hands

XXXVI

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 

XVII

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. 

Chapter 9

Breath with no beginning
I distilled my end
I deceived the day before
Before seeing you

 

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 

III

I steal your time
I kill mine

I revolve around the end

I have stopped
I was on a hill motionless
Sleeping I sang the primroses

He would tell me to keep still

He would tell me to pray

but I preferred a vertical sea

Chapter 10

Crucified to the clock
I steal your time
I kill mine
I survive the existing
I revolve around the end.

XIX

II

Recognition.

 

Do you remember when you used to laugh alone?
You used to sit gathering drops of rain.

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

XXXV

The last tears

Nowhere rain
Movement everywhere

Rebirth.

 

Humiliate yourself in the sun

Scream out all the remaining light

The last tears in the river
the last river in the bottle
Nowhere rain
Movement everywhere 

XVIII

I never really knew my name

But one day I will change my mind
And before learning how to die I will know

XIV

XXI

XIII

VI

XXXII

Burn the feathers
Count the first
Numbers in the shape of what comes last

Do not ask anything 
I have everything to answer for 
Just do not ask.
Sing the melody Only the flowers and the dead will listen 
And one day, the dead
will pick their flowers

VII

 

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.

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

After

One hour

One day

Powder in silence

Repentance.

 

Point me to the sky

My song fades

VIII

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

Every day he is amongst them

VII

Of marble and leaves
You stay standing
I am of stone

XXIV

XXXII

XXXIV

I laughed too much not to go down the stairs
Tomorrow I will cry enough

To ascend them again

XXVIII

XXI

XIV

XVII

The sky is a wall to me
Eyes folded
I fasten the wind
I am an acrobat now
lost in sugar
Hanged in silence

Rests

Vigil

Wait

I do not see other

Turn off the light

 

VII

II

XI

V

XXX

I

XXIV

I christened all of them but one
He was in front of me he was the last
he was not holding a gun

I

VIII

XVII

XXIX

I never really knew my name I did not search for it more than I searched for my destiny But one day I will change my mind And before learning how to die, I will know

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.

Can you hear their voice?

Dig your hole

remain motionless

gives shout

Let me finish

II

I

It is still evening 
The arms are deaf
 It is time to die
 Tomorrow we live again

XVI

X

It is still evening
The arms are deaf
It is time to die

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 

XXXVI

XIII

XXI

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

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

XII

XI

You dug up caves.
You forgot the night.
You tore the flag