ver(so)es.

Nothingness.

All the things that disappeared
and I don't own anymore
are my inspiration:

the roads of my eternal garden
and the roses
and the wind
and you dancing naked
a dark song
coming far away.

I don't own any land
air
and sea
and I seek for you
across hostile frontiers
(where my name equals silence.)

my inspiration
comes now from the freedom
to believe I will find you
waiting for me
sleeping
dreaming
believing
in our eternal love.

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A Mirror Closer.

as long my eyes
shine
when the tired lights
of this

my bedroom

illuminated is

and the walls
hidden by lemon verbena
still reminds me

the scale model
call city

a novice work
done by someone
with no hands nor heart

I will look the roof
hear the traffic
and promise to pay
(don't know how)

the rent of my life.