64

 this mountain is held between you

 and your roots

it grows in you
 the laps of memory

surrounds you
 except an echo

which resembles the years

erased by years

then
nothing but the nil

63

from the east it spouts out the sound
it is repanding in this corner
eastern shadows visite me
and
 the angel
he surprised me
tightened me
 against him
released me
tightened me
 against him
released me
and one third time
 and
 he released me
he said

those are your people without memory
you have to profess
and he threw the book
 near my feet
then
 he rose in the sky

like a wire of smoke
to disappeare

62

I threw my books behind the times

threaded on my names
 gave way to the horsmen of this land

kneeled down with solemnity
 and

lift up the eyes

don't give me then in mariage
 to  the fine dust in the air

hid the memory

I fear that cities drive me away while I detest exils

hid the memory

I am only the shadow of others

since I became the myth loving the simple heart

61

madness

only madness
 is held between us

but madness like immense water

which shave any thing in front

to leave nothing behind

60

around you

my nets

my soldiers of the last conquest

and the mad sea

turn then over

to your room

throw yourself

on our bed

if you have to cry

the bitterness

the banality

of this life

59

keep always the bad probability

with a bad friend

it may be that you tighten hand

to him to greet

whereas he surprises you

with a ball

58

I closed the door behind
and I slipped my hand

into my pocket

I lent the ear to my steps
 on the paving stone while lamps
 contemplated me along the street

it is night
 but tomorrow I will be

in appointement

with the blue color

the calm sea color

the clear sky color

57

a faithful friend  you open it  as you do with a book
when you would like

 and you close it  when you would like

without anguish 

56

to seize all daemons

the incorrigible maleficences

and to carry out its life in the happiness

 long term

it has to start with its heart

a bath of hot love

is enough

55

this vicious circle does not explode

only the memory do it

just like my life

the city death's language

or
the death of the city

here on this pavement

54

from residues of his demolished house

nothing does not prevent a child to cut stones

to cut rapid weapons

a bomber

heavy than a charre

stones to shake the ground

under our feet

and when everyone is turned over

against him

nothing does not prevent the child

to be a bomb

to explose between us

to bury a desired peace

for ever

53

do not pay attention if time has to consume

details of your life

having only shades of the  meaning

shades of truth

do not pay attention

because
 in the beginning it was the word

 and

it was the destiny to cross
 distances which separate insulated islands

before dying out

forever

52

you know that in spite of me

I love you

in each corner at home

is held your body

even words
 clearly repand there

and I tend the hand

with a soft gesture

to cherish you

refresh the linked heart

in an insane kiss

a long insane one

51

that you are not here

alone when I awake

alone when I take again my sleep

nothing from you but a comparable details

of a beautiful memory

giving to this world surounding me

its turth direction

50

the cold snow

going across the hardness

becomes a soft water

giving life

to dead creatures

49

your departure taught me that
 daring the meeting

germinates the reason

but your letters that
 only lonliness

draws up the heart

48

which resemblance between you
 and the wild's grass

enticing butterflies

dreaming to
multicolor crowns

dreaming to
 the bursting april's odors

dreaming aloud

because of  the strong desire

47

your names

is a heavy burden

your books

your institutions

you are a myth
O, sleepers

wrist of air

do you allow
 to sweep my crumbed body

far from the circle

perhaps my memory

will leave me

46

Is mixing in you

your towns of ashes

and
 the new fair capitals which carry to the dream

laid as a tomb that you are

naked out of things

unless your daily question

why they escape from the union

these capitals

45

proudly it is holding
 in front of heaven

but snow withdraws
 downwards forever

when it renouced
 to climb higher

44

when you visited me for your first time

I realised that the star

which mouved to lose in the vacuum

so deep and dark

is yours
and

that you lost for ever

this pretty body

43

your alphabets

your books

your classrooms

your songs of peace

your stories are lies

waste of time

will never return

my demolished house

my ground

my stolen history

nor the killed souls

and the joy

yes I have questions

but only weapons

will be able to answer 

42

the age

the short moment

and the death

will cut it
 to fold its days at times of old age

as an autumn's sheet

faded after its greenery

carried by the wind to where
 it would never have to return

it is eternally the nil

which eternally runs behind us

behind the existance

41

we are the ofering 

left by the song of the prophets

tell the angel
 if he meet you again

that God was already died
 and

buried in us

40

there is

since they were selected

the domesticated gardens

of these forests of betton

 no lark

nor other wild's bird

2

only the sea does not leave its eternal rhythm

and this space is vast only for foreigners

all the anxious are dispersed in the paths

I cries with full voice

the sound repand :

why separately you takes again

in this desert

 the same story?

you are the last mythical hero admiring

the hard time

since you linked yourself with the fatherland

the dream was intensified

but you will never arrive

because

 all the winds swept the trace

 and

 the ice is colonizing the space

39

there is more than one line

in my book

there is more than one song

in my blood

but

there is no more space

in my life

for others

38

come my friend

small winged angel

where is not to hate

where everything changes

everything is different

healthy
merry
calm
wise

everything is deguised

as a sign of peace

the smile and the goodness of the heart 

37

I ran in direction of the villages

the angel visited me o, ice!

but the villages
 flew away

to setteled
 very far

36

between us strech out
 a long madness-nil's distance

and the body

since it became a looking-glass

35

those are my people
their destiny frighten me

I will take refuge in the strong corner
where rivers liberally run and
 the alliance with heaven

34

it escapes us the fate

threads of water between fingers

while we thought that we have it in hand

"everything is clear everything is just

everything is updated

please go to your name-days without fear

without doubt!!!"

but there is always in the affair

an escape from where

infiltrate evil and terror

to blow srtongly in our heart

after what we admit only tears

small words

beautiful words

to relieve our deep sufferings

but as the myth springs from ashes

brilliant star will reborn

to accomplish the duty

on this space

direct oppressed thirst souls

on the road of liberty

and happiness

33

don't wish a life  witht he sky's odor

the eternal paradise

 I desire apples lady
give it to me and
don't never think of pains

we will have to suffer

on a ground which

we ignore
 a ground which

ignores us

32

you will rest in my heart forever engreve

that the time which go by

so quick as we don't think over

and pains sometimes dark

must be unable to wipe off your image

because I love you

I love you much more
 than the love I bring

for myself

31

  

                     

   he proudly stood up    

as the destiny traced

he had fair hair

he had blue eyes
and after having contemplate

his cigarette's smokes

drawing circles in the air

he said

without forgivness

He runs away to the lightw

how he tested darkness

30

it's not enough to work the ground

to make spout out sources

so that all will be perfect

that domesticated gardins

will never reach the major secrecy
of the existance

29

in spite of madness

in spite of death

I leave the reason

in the tomb then

I go on a far tarvel

strollingin the town's unconscious

28

if future was revealed to you

therefore
your practices would be disturbed

and goddesses of poesy

during the moment of desire

could leave you

how would you be able then

to call the light spouting out darkness

"the light"?

27

because of what is beautiful in you

a braid

a face

a body

a heart

a taste

I do not love

because of
eternelly

we meet each other to move away

because of you are my opposite
and

when every time I approache you

I burn

because of
 this

I don't love you

26

my desire is interminable

but I dispute it

I held against your soul

keeping it to enter my body

believe that I am abimes
 and

 without passages towards you

I am maledictions
 my dear

25

don't touch the receiver

when it ring

my dear

I will never be there

on the phone