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■ I know what you're thinking, father
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THE SOUND OF THE POEM
monologue on one string I abandon myself to the reverie of the poem's violin I know they belong to me Both Like Chagall's violin The sound of non surrender in the cosmos Of the non amateurs The fragile violin The Jew's canary As an eternal victim. 2.08.04 if If you've appeared And you've settled in your place And you fit into the too tight shoes Turn around and look Deep into my eyes Leaving your routine, Just to take my hand And say: There still is enough room for you In the white house of my heart There's still room In the concert hall of my soul There's still room in the amphitheatre torn by the ages And for the gladiator in you, and for us, for the two of us But lions and scorpions are lurking, be cautious, Do not rephrase the sweat of the brow! Some People I try to avoid the parasite people to not avail they appear again and again! they keep coming between me and my happiness between me and the dear ones they keep digging trenches to chase me away Besieging me as if I were a castle. Every Moment Every minute every second My mind is calling for you every minute every second My fingers are willing for the touch Of the word I'm not asking for the same And I hope for nothing more Than you not killing me with the word! Today Today I won't cry in selfpity You're born to be my shield Of protection from myself To swallow everyday My words to chew them To spit them In my face sometimes Today I won't cry in selfpity I won't lick my wounds... Your question marks can't find the expected answer in between friendly pauses more and more scattered through a sort of equillibrium of the divine abandon that is blurring even the images of the past even the place I gave you somewhere vis-a-vis of the saturation of words written compulsory,daily as a tedious pressure Chating With Someone yes, I, too, am chating with someone with many rifts between us hurts and uproar immensities overlooked if I only were closer I would've cursed him between nocturnal calls or I would've suffocated him with the pleasures of reading 28.07.04 Cami Australia 21.09.04
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