business stayed what it was. I picked up my best friend
and he gave me no end of grief, light in the ears
that wouldn't be scandalized. The great glory
ended in a bottle of brandy. In a bottle of
brandy ended the story of the shark who couldn't
stand a mess. The ascent was over but the great god
wouldn't readily shoulder great loads uselessly. Going back
home the trees were very delicate. I was very delicate going
back home! I lay on my back like a fly smeared with
honey. He was my exceedingly weak king I his queen covered
with blood. You are my exceedingly weak king covered in purple!
Let's close an eye to the mafia of painters. Let's close
our eyelids to the ladies' blouses. Let's close up
shop and disappear. We'll disappear in the mist with a pistol
shot at the ground.
The mind that brakes and determines itself is a nice game.
Cosmopolitan wisdom is the best perhaps of our
canastas. The mind that determines itself is perhaps
a fake game? Convinced of the contrary I pondered
the internal crisis of the country and observed flowing
into the great river of the city a tin of sardines.
For the windbag that I was I demand to be alive. In the windbag
that lives I demand to be inscribed. In the windbag that dies
boredom dies. You may be innocent yes: but the dawn is better
at target shooting.
Against every empire a need for order ruled. Against
every planet the need for freedom was imperative. With
childishness the night still ruled whispering
words perhaps bitter. With training of the stingy relative
the rebels' revolver got moving. With the light on
the catarrh got moving the old woolen thread rolled up in the
substance of the estate. I heard the watchmakers' voices wound up
but the world's fiber was the most constant measure of my
disease! It was the strongest substance of my belief.
If in divine love there's someone who pays the way it isn't for nothing
that I sing. If in love people leave one another and take one another
it isn't for nothing that I climb mountains. If in the mountain
there are those who look for those who sneer, it isn't for nothing I
fall at feet of the first passerby.
For the love I brought you you saw clearly. If in the afternoon
there was a bell, it was for you — In the afternoon I saw
clearly! If in the passage of the moon there was gangrene
it was for you. Against all evil seeing and knowing. Not to
die an escapade was necessary once in a while. The neighborhood
became pale pale and its waiting was all a sleep.
The unapproachable neighborhood was always awake. The doctor's
pill was necessary to remember. I lived among
saints yet remained saintly. The chorally within me awoke
yearning. The whole world was a huge yearning! Behold the
world awakening within me like a wide unconscious boat.
Behold the world telling me it's time to sleep. Behold the
world knocking at my door and I not answering. Behold the drudgery
that doesn't help anyone. Behold it's time to shine.
Love permitting I stretched out very pretty on the giant
king-sized bed waiting for some secret. Secrecy
and jealousy were born of long withheld modesty and the candy
exploded of inviolable feeling between two strangers.
The long withheld imagination succumbed under the
weight of the reveler disguised as a tearful servant in waiting.
For the coastline of your tears I wet a whole carpet.
Convinced of being faithful to you I betrayed within me joy
and sorrow: equidistant equinox that kept me away from
the sea, from the smell of the woods that are your calm
my tide of dreams.
Seek me and take flight.
The door of pain opened. Without eyes I foresaw
Without honor it was impossible to mix up
the cards. . .
The way of my walk was a delicate silver
flame, o girlishness that awakes when
all the ships have raised anchor! Way of my
girlishness against a scarlet sky. So the
dance of death unfolded: hours of prayer
and fasting, whole hours that now break
on the thorny walk and the wet beach, moving
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