“-Do you wanna go for a drink tonight?”
I write while you think
You wonder have something to say
(the voice whimpering in the bedroom
rolling in the dark carpet
dust near
in the detail
three cigarettes)
above sold words
on my skin
on my face
« the superiority journal»
the bleeding letter
(often coming to me
while I indeed sleep)
.trait perdue.
lacerate note:
closing real doors
opening land
burning receiver
misery perfume
calligraphy
(do not write me no more)
maculated in wine
veo huellas en la alfombra
ResponderExcluirde pies descalzos...
polvo de lejanas tierras
aromas de frias noches estrelladas.
destierro,
auto-destierro.
lobos danzando en busca de la luna,
aullando dolores inhumanos.
"the bleeding letter", "the scarlet letter", the wine in the floor.
ResponderExcluiri want you to steal a letter.