Susy
No, do not cry for you
already dropping the evening and the morning on the last day and ever ";
cry for the little girl of two old white portraits
that of the future and you were wrong, this
denied twice in the dark side:
" Olga, which was not. "
Standing detained you step off the pyrotechnics of light
what prevented you get to the swing that ranges from the clouds?,
who cross your path with a black braided rope for dogs of hell?
who bears what is now tearing unbearable?
In front and in profile, the helpless smile of wonder to be born, begin your wicked
handbook of inclement
his arms dangling and one hand resting lightly on the velvet leaves, the sweetness
fleeing. What
then looked so lost
unknown faunas referred to as a clumsy drawing unreadable? Maybe you saw
projected on the wall of dizzying shapes Destination:
flights tracing the mother fools ever more distant circles,
a growing shadow-like monsters tamed by the father,
the collusion of mirrors where the sisters are always hidden, and the final
love, maze blind confuses everything
the handful of dust shining between his fingers,
punished with the whip, the fire and the knife.
still do not know. Even
were a brilliant band behind the comet unattainable
the little girl who spins like a sun among acacias, crowned with yellow rain;
the interpreter of the fox, the stone and the ant, the guest of honor
rabbits, that the bread crumbs with his laughter
which bewildered looks up into the night and shakes incomprehensible
between the sheets when he hears the voice of an unknown god threatening lightning.
I have seen this creature of dread
peek at your face like grim resurface from the depths to the surface waters to spy
again between the slats of a scene unprecedented carriage;
see it yet again to shake off your sobs, slip in your tears,
atrocious hand while rushing down the slope without end against the cliff.
Where were the sleepless angels? Where, the diligent providence?
Pick up the pieces.
I'll lend you my grandmother, that they wanted and walk
and so busy for all hospitals in the heavens.
join the fragments will know your seams invisible, with saintly patience.
And let me in your two-stroke lead to you were not, wherever
certainly merge models
intense desire to draft the frustrations and fulfillment.
Then, on any given day, if you remember, when you want, you can stamp your
single face in a glass that faces the world,
even an instant
even a moment that I can read on the back of the highest tag:
"A Olga, I already am. "
No. 6 of the night drifting (1984)
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