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2007-11-07 | |
I sowed the seed in the park and it was I who
watered it every day.
then I slept by its side night after night
and I held it in my arms till it bloomed.
autumn. now. I buy a bottle of vodka,
a pack of cigarettes and some candles.
they had argued. hidden behind palms,
she started to cry slowly, silently
I offered her a flower.
then his fist did right.
blood on my face. I held out the flower
and the fist hit. again and again.
everywhere on the sidewalk
my teeth burst into bloom.
the same feather-bed in which I get entangled at night.
through the window the hotelâ€™s fosforescent lights
a dog is barking. the lights are flashing and
the tv is flashing.
I put on my fluffy slippers and I take off my fluffy slippers
the tip of my left hand slightly touches the floor
and Iâ€™m spinning around till I fall down.
the room is spinning too now and it lifts slowly
to the sky.
a little bug is attempting to climb the table
where I drink my coffee.
always falls down at the middle.
I drink the coffe and finish the cigarettes.
then, with my warm hands
I put the little bug at my right.
now we sit and we look at each other and none of us
says anything at all.
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