Desen de Marinela Preoteasa
Dès le moment de ton arrivée chez nous,
Tu as laissé tes ailes devant de la porte
Et tu restes devant mon visage
comme un ange abandonné De Dieu
et ses bienheureux sans problèmes,
Tu restes devant mon visage très heureux,
Tu me regardes désarmé et très charmant,
bare-foot on window ledge
with knees to chest
while coldness
weaves a nightgown
from shoulders to horizon
it snows with cryogenic
wool
white is all there is
and
when his sleepless temples
slump in my lap
blood flows a crimson tide
through half my heart
and a bird
wings back into my bones
as waters rise
under soles
I remember the spring of 79
as me and Bob Seger left for Katmandu
dad
a retired railwayman was befriending Feodor Dostoevsky
later I learned that his life had become a boat without paddles
an important word lost in translation
meanwhile my name
indigo painted
was hiding like Euripides in cave
oftentimes I'm checking myself for signs of rust
every morning God throws a silver coin in my hair
not keeping evidence of the bell gongs stuck in my ears
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