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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

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

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

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

Echoes of my past voice

Blinded silence

Go to the next stone

See my face

Can you hear their voice?

Dig your hole

remain motionless

gives shout

Let me finish

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 

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

Rests

Vigil

Wait

I do not see other

Turn off the light

 

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 

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

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

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

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 

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

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

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 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

After

One hour

One day

Powder in silence

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