ritmul deșertului, ritmul lumilor trecătore, le rythme désertique des mondes passés et futurs
אין סימן
כי הכול סימן.
כשתבין
את קצב העולמות
בעבר ובעתיד המדבר
גרגר נוכחותך
יתביית על אי יציבותה
של דיונה.
החול ישמור צללים והדים
קצב אחד יקלוט מעברים
ומשב הרוח ינעץ אותך
בתוך הסחרור
it does not end
as it does not begin
is where Infinity meets Forever
and says: how d'you do
in a continuous white noise
with a touch of
Rigolleto
it tickles your pores until your skin blooms into goosebumps
like cherry trees in a suspended Japanese garden
it pushes your face to the edge so you can touch the void
with your eyelash
it pulls you back just when you're about to jump
and stares silently into your dilated pupils
it feeds on you like a hungry beast
and you laugh the laughter of the King
Quasi tutte le luci della città sono accese e dal bianco immacolato riflette un calore estetico che ammorbidische istantaneo lo sguardo fugace, gli occhi notturni nascosti nel manto della notte come le perle nere che brillano nel solito guscio mirifico in un sorriso goffo e silenzioso.
[inspired by Wendy Cope’s anthology ‘The Funny Side’ - published by faber and faber]
The sun is nowhere
This summer’s delayed
My throat is like sandpaper
Earth is my head
I read Wendy Cope’s masterpiece and I blabber:
“Will I ever be published by faber and faber?”
The news just announced
Now, at BBC
That people live longer surrounded by sea
“Rubbish” I say and switch of the TV
“I’d live longer only if ff published me.”
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