Living charm

You soled the way towards the sun
with steps, sellers of darkness,
the sand glasses turn up on the pavements
like cold stones in the twilights,
it is a thought more nonsensical than life itself
groaning in the nooks of the night
in the haystacks and pubs
with grease on doors
and the sign hidden underneath the bed?!
Absurd swoons in the stands
and vivid smiles in the drawing-rooms
Tattoo the horizon with dreams,
bleeding liquids
and twilights grieved by Gods.
You soled the way towards the sun
with steps, sellers of light
in its living charm, there is no death.