-1-
I thought that I talked
But talk is a fog
I see it as I walk
A shining spark of a match
-2-
Don't say that I heard
My talk is tangible
Its letters on a paper I gathered
And I hung them in a pin,
An icon on the chest of the universe
The colour in love with it
And in it the perfume imprisoned.
-3-
In teary nights,
I mixed from the soil of talk
A human being
I ask: he answers
I am sad: he reproaches me
And draws in my Palm a kingdom
Of smoky threads
And says: Oh, my son,
You are the king
How beautiful you are,
I threw the entire world
In your hands to pass time
God created it complicated,
Do not upset the lord
With your boldness, solve it.
-4-
I laughed when I said:
I arrived
Where? Not known
And the path in front of me
Compacted with my bones,
With laments however I leaned
It breaks my words
With sighs which stood rows
On my dreams beaches
And what a falling thought
Never after it a fall
Million small letters
Gather as a guard
On the sides of a tear
And boil my blood
Increase my worry
How do I write quickly?
And the age is a spark
How do I accompany the word?
And the return is not safe!
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