Posts Tagged With: cry

I promise to stop crying from tomorrow


a woman at the corridor’s corner at the end without windows
young like the bird without nest and old like the homeless spider
stares at me with eyes like curdled milk engulfing a drop of blue ink

she breathes as if swimming for hours only in the same circle
her fingers tremble on her long Virgin neck
of a ballerina at the show’s end
her head falls aside like a too heavy bud on its stem

obviously she cried more than me
the amount necessary for tears to leave her at God’s will

just looking at her I feel like cutting off a reed on a dry lake’s shore
I pull out my handkerchief together with the candle
effacing my last drop
of salted happiness

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Note: at funerals in my country it is customary to give away handkerchiefs attached to thin and long candles. They can be lit during the funeral mass by the attendants.

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House Painter for a White Heart


I had known a man
for whom women were like strings
a knot instead of head
a knot instead of belly
sometimes confused between one and the other
tightening the knots faster
unwinding them minutely
until the thread was soft and straight
passing it between his fingers
according to his mood
he was dyeing it with nail polish
or typographical ink

if it was raining or snowing
he wasn’t able to throw them away
wrapping them in recycling wax
putting fire over them
they were burning like vigil lamps in a salt mine
gray drops dripping from the ceiling
until the sky was clearing up

I have never met any man like that
boasting he can cry
every time he wished for

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