Lightning uncovers My nocturnal smile. At dawn I resemble a seller of loud trumpets Picked up in the night. My mother halloos to me from the hills, Concerned. And I forgive the dead all their ill-doing. Which to do in times like this, nibbled away by too many Acquaintances, Themselves links in the chain of exiled years and darling illusions.
Time runs after clothing in the theatres and national museums.
The music of deserts in motion. In order to reach landscapes you may never discover. It's a wish to revive all senses yet Being forced to remain silent with only a candle. You can only steal the earth from under my feet. And there are still a few unsung bits of my soul Which will enable me to roam the world.