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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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Categories: My Poems in 2012 | Tags: , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Wind Has a Bitter Cherry Taste


the house painter tossed by mistake
his bucket full of paint
over my bedroom’s mirrors

a white night stretches from my window
to the neighboring motel
my body is like a young comet
imprisoned between shadows and half-shadows
carrying dark stripes afar

I touch the mirrors with my fingertips
feeling them gliding
in an out of tune violin dance
in their hunger for genuine shadows
like blue Medusa eyes

each moment there are many others alike
I can’t retrieve myself entire
swirling on my heels for quite some time
my eyes are running away
like two wheels dropping from their axle
my lips are taking a heart’s shape
with fluttering beats
my blood is leaving a trace of vapor
on the opaque glass

now I’m silent
I open the window without prints
towards the walls outside
letting a drought wind
flood over

Categories: My Poems in 2010 | Tags: , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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