Giacomo Por

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

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.

 

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. 

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

 

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.

 

Every day he is amongst them

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.

 

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 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

 

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?

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.

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

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 

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 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

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 

A head falls asleep in white
a wall becomes filigree

I write music
Until the end of the world

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

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

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

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

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.

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