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Calendar of an  Invisible April




The wind was whistling continuously, it was

       getting darker, and  that distant voice was

       incessantly reaching my ears : "an entire life"...

       "an entire life"...

         On the opposite wall, the shadows of the

                 trees were playing cinema                



It seems that somewhere people are celebrating;

       although there are no houses or human beings

       I can listen to guitars and other laughter's which

       are not nearby


       Maybe far away, within the ashes of heavens

       Andromeda, the Bear, or the Virgin...


       I wonder; is loneliness the same, all over the



Almond-shaped, elongated eyes, lips; perfumes stemming

       from a premature sky of great feminine delicacy

       and fatal drunkenness.


       I leant on my side -almost fell- onto the

       hymns to the Virgin and the cold of spacious


             Prepared for the worst.


Friday, 10c

LATE MIDNIGHT my room is moving in the

         neighborhood shining like an emerald.

         Someone searches it, but truth eludes him

         constantly. How to imagine that it is

         placed lower


         Much lower

         That death too, has its own Red sea.