Posts Tagged With: humankind

Fiat Lux

on the corridor without light
every proprietor has his door
behind which he repairs
floors walls windows
he sharpens blunt knives
chops food for dogs
parsley leaves for soup

have you seen somehow nobody
I’m asking the closed doors
with the back still straight
in this wonderland nobody is crying
the others are blind for autumn colors
they place eyelid over eyelid
lightly like leaf upon leaf
heaps of eyes without eyeballs
without opening

I can still see to knock on doors
stretching forth the charity box
in the dark
hopes are thin fingers
touching lightly the globe
a toy that doesn’t turn
and yet it staggers

the sun shows up beyond the clouds
every time silence is here

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Atop of a white mountain
a voice recalls for some of us
abandoned hurricanes.
(On the screen a planiglobe,
the Bible and an olive branch.)
The forecast weather is missing
and also the dove which returns
meeting with a land
not exhausted yet.

I’s true that until it will show up
we will still have a hot burning sun
far above our heads.

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from the corner of a single eye
a wrinkled teardrop falls down

teeth are shattered
biting from the last apple
at its core
puppy eyes are begging
in silence
near the snowbound fence

on a man’s back
in hunger for justice
grew a hump
carrying unconsciously
the knapsack filled with alms
for handouts
or requiem masses

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Between Two Rains

the tram stops in front of the supermarket
a chic lady passes between street vendors
swaying a sun umbrella
she doesn’t give charity
her smile is like an automatic door

a small spider trembles on my elevator’s wall
I step out trying not to touch it
anyway it won’t become a big spider
I open my kitchen window
blowing out a yellow ladybug
anyway it won’t survive on the motorway
I turn my mechanical clock key
falling asleep

time engulfs his children one by one
sometimes a metronome strikes louder
it’s not a solution to dream my life away
each sleep offspring grows like a whale
swallowing churches completely
delivering in the depths shapeless creatures
me I stay inside

I count two sleepless nights
then I get back into the city
an old man with a sun umbrella waits
in the same tram station

I figured out all these
because in this big city
I know only two streets by heart

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each time I was going away
there was another falling another dying
foggy and marshy lands
were growing on my way

I cared about all of them
without knowing that love
is a heavy-chains disease
or how much they needed me in return
I left home a few times
enough to feel alone like a kitten
in someone else’s garden

hiding in the library
heaps of read books opened big eyes
those understood united
like a tattoo on my skin
sleepless nights stigma

I miss cold waiting rooms
to crouch on a simple bench for hours
until a slow train arrives
now I can’t leave from nowhere
the others found that I understood
they also know the garden snail’s story

all that is left for me are others’ dreams
to sustain them with my front head
until it hurts

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