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2022-12-31 04:44:01 The world has its ladder and the sky is its ladder, a staircase here and a staircase there, choose which one is suitable for the stability of your footing, and which one takes you to rugged, thorny hills, pushes you to wars, in which you are the killer and the killed, choose whatever you want, for while you chose to reside. This is a path of confusion that sleeping birds take, this is a path that seeds take in. This rain is the building of the lovers, this is the destruction of the lovers. Look closely, what do you see? The mirror will not tell you, and the sight will not tell you. Do not ask the river how it left its source when it was young, and do not ask it how it came to its estuary, hunched back in dementia. Faces are alike, hands are alike, and so are the eyes of beings. It has become forgotten there is no certainty in the mouth and no certainty in the eye. The twins are yours: your prose and poetry unite, and you fly from one time to another, safe and sound on the planets of your killers--your good guards, and they carry your seven heavens, caravan after caravan. Your horse shepherds between the palms of your hands and your two rivers approaching the water a creator in love who contemplates his actions, then he goes crazy with them and yearns for them. And the writers of your lightning burn with the ink of the sky, and their descendants spread swallows on the Abyssinian  procession. Was the Abyss ascending, or descending for you? Open / Comment

2022-12-30 23:11:02 ‍The stillness of the city, in hurricanes the wooden windows clap of the trees dancing outside. Open / Comment

2022-12-30 22:44:02 Poetry: a hungry wolf pardoning corpses. Open / Comment

2022-12-30 22:10:08 Writing: a silent bullet, directing it after it has been fired. Open / Comment

2022-12-30 17:55:02 What a lousy game, hide-and-seek. Every time I hide I find sadness beside me smiling! Open / Comment

2022-12-30 16:44:02 Sadness is one-eyed. He made a mistake, and I was honored to say to those who came: Go back. Open / Comment

2022-12-30 16:44:02 I saw sadness in its true form. I shook its hand, but he hasn't let go of my hand since. Open / Comment

2022-12-30 11:11:01 My shadow here is fading on the drywall
And my poems are lost in stagnant air
It was born with seven active follicles
Eleven galloping horses
Name the day after the names of the birds to fly away
And at night I trot in the forgotten woods
Covering the long time between us
With isolation cloth
With a frightened laugh
With the prayer of light
Just so you don't get me out of a beat
It jumps whenever your shadow falls on it
I'm here making a mess
And wait for the day to end quickly
Objects in imagination then sleep early
And let the world roast slowly. Open / Comment

2022-12-30 04:44:01 You are afraid of losing your soul, you are afraid of the darkness of the road, you are afraid of crashing the stairs of the sky, you are afraid of a flutter out of place and you are afraid of a time that comes outside of time! What does it matter if you are the point or swim at the ends of the universe?

As a stone rolls down a cliff, people's words roll, and their hearts fluctuate in the wilds and oceans. I see my big planet walking on its arc at a known time, and I see the suns as buttons in their dresses. In the absence of the road, the traveler does not arrive, even if he does! In the presence of the road, the traveler arrives, even if he does not arrive!

Everything comes and goes to something that has nothing before it. The ordeal of the knight Before crossing the river on the corners of his coffin the planets rotate. And on the way to him the trees fall their fruits with joy. Who contradicts the mysterious sound coming from behind the clouds? Who turns the pages of the unseen on the palm of the childhood of the universe? Why did they close my eyes and let me swim in a river without water?

Why did they close the door of my house and lay a bed for me at night? They said: There is no truth except in a clear word, and there is no clarity except in a straight line like a hair, which cannot be crossed except by the eyes of the heart, which cannot be crossed except by fire that does not leave anything alive, so do you have a way? Open / Comment

2022-12-29 23:11:02 ‍She washes her face with rain, while God pours it. Open / Comment