i once met a glittering womanwhose smiles had the convinienceof the cuckoo covered songsand shoulders held the swingof the hunting centreless turns;ha..
yet i striveto imprint my momentumto swerve its indifferencethat stings like a waspdisturbed by my stepsin the darkening shrubsseized in the buzzing o..
he saw her on the tram on his way homehe was heated by memories that sped him upto ride on a way that would be far from hers;yet he slowed to see the ..
moving out1in this apartment left empty nowmany voices gather to find reflectionon the white walls staring severelyfrom where harlequin posters stood,..
Iremember motherwhen i asked you forsorriso bacino e carezzaafter i had done something wrongand your face was turned away from me_i was then frightene..
and then a flying butterflyinspiration itself here to tellthat no beauty is in vain_but it will keep for youhopes in darkened shrubsto rise with colou..
and then what? To warm again these reedsthat with waxed stems prostrate their mourningto the diaphanous air where all has gone untormentedin the tremu..