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imaginea utilizatorului marlena

The voice falls, the sound is crushed

hung to its tremor
only
gleam
epic solidified along the arm
deaf fingers of the
vowels
a sound falls
the gesture has the giddiness
the glance is crushed
has this precise angle
deaf freezing of the gesture
blows
glance
voice
even suspended transparency
of mirror out of mirror
I become opaque with the voice
black escape of the glance
the voice falls
the sound is crushed

imaginea utilizatorului solomon

Poem By The Dictionary

O-n-e:
One shiningdark morning,
I caught you seeking in my armoire.

T-h-i-e-f:
You thief, voleur, I said,
what are you doing here?
I'm looking for a pair of socks,
you said, blushing.
I have to go to the prom,
and I need socks from your closet...
This is not a closet, you fool!
are you blind, or what? ...I said
... Regarde! Smell!
Don't you feel the oak's scent?

imaginea utilizatorului marlena

אני בולעת את הצמא

în setea mea se îneacă deșertul, la soif

המעין האיטי
המעין התלול
עלה
מול המדבר.
בגרון צפוף המקום לצימאון
הגולש
ומציף את הגוף
כאסון קדמון
המחדש בתוכי
את עברו הסלעי.

în mine
coboară deșertul
se îneacă în setea mea
înghit setea

izvorul lent
izvorul abrupt
urcând
împotriva deșertului

în mine
nu e destul loc
pentru setea
care inundă corpul
reînnoind catastrofa
primitivă
a trecutului ei terestru

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