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Long spectrum of moved silverthe night wind sighing,opened my old wound with a gray handand he walked away: I was looking forward to it. Wound of love that will give me lifeperpetual blood and pure light gushing forth.Crack in which…
I pronounce your namein the dark nightswhen the stars cometo drink on the moonAnd the branches sleepFrom the hidden fronds.and i feel hollowOf passion and music.crazy clock that singsDead ancient hours. I pronounce your nameIn this dark nightand your name…
The night soaks itselfalong the shore of the riverand in Lolita’s breaststhe branches die of love. The branches die of love. Naked the night singsabove the bridges of March.Lolita bathes her bodywith salt water and roses. The branches die of…
Orangesdo not grow in the seaneither is there love in Sevilla.You in Dark and the I the sun that’s hot,loan me your parasol. I’ll wear my jealous reflection,juice of lemon and lime-and your words,your sinful little words-will swim around awhile.…
The moon came to the forgewith its tuberose bustle.The boy looks at her.The boy is looking at her.in the shaken airthe moon moves its armsand teaches, lubricious and pure,her breasts of hard tin.Run away moon, moon, moon.If the gypsies camethey…
Your parchment moonbeautiful playing comesalong an amphibian pathof crystals and laurels.The starless silencefleeing the singsong,falls where the sea beats and singsits night full of fish.In the peaks of the mountainsthe carabinieri sleepguarding the white towerswhere the English live.And the gypsies…
Peaceful waters of the airunder echo’s branches peaceful waters of a poolunder a bough laden with stars peaceful waters of your mouthunder a forest of kisses.
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog,The grays watching over the last balustrades. The modern painters in their white ateliersclip the square root’s sterilized flower.In the…
four moon nightand a single treewith a single shadowand a single bird. I search in my fleshtraces of your lipsThe spring kisses the windwithout touching it. I carry the No that you gave me,in the palm of the hand,like a…
In Vienna there are ten little girls,a shoulder for death to cry on,and a forest of dried pigeons.There is a fragment of tomorrowin the museum of winter frost.There is a thousand-windowed dance hall. Ay, ay, ay, ay!Take this close-mouthed waltz.…