I know many people in distant cities
They sleep hanging in the air
Like piercing stars and during the day they evaporate
I visit them in sleep with a supernatural balloon
Accompanied by a statue who lost his hand
with a crocodile bite.
Sufi is cooking symbols and signs
In a gelatinous container.
A laughing horse given to a widow
Waiting for me in a heavenly swing.
We exchange luxury books and gifts
Do not go down the earth and tweet over our heads
Birds from enchanted planets.
***
His both hands are cut off
A pigeon fed him with its beautiful beak
Letting him hear a musical break
When he sleeps, she carries him under her wings
To an exciting island Longing
For the rhythm of its joints.
***
I often hear crackles in my room
A mummy shivering of cold
Disappears under my bed
-Don’t take pity on rain rhythm
That is chasing you on a Circassian horse
It is not Tutankhamun.
This what cuts the stem of serenity
-Is not a wicked widow moaning
-It's rain laughing constantly all night.
***
What benefit is with these abundant planets?
These blind holes,
Threatens a bird that thinks about the essence of death with a shell.
What is the benefit of these superimposed galaxies?
These absurd forts,
Full of nothing?
And what is the secret of crossing millions of years
on the surface of the ground?
***
in prison
No body visited me but a fish
It was swimming in the eyes of a jailer.
***
I am writing in order to visit me a ship loaded with mail of drowned and blind.
I am writing because my texts give me very rare fruits.
I am writing to tame the abyss
And to trim the nails of impossible.
They sleep hanging in the air
Like piercing stars and during the day they evaporate
I visit them in sleep with a supernatural balloon
Accompanied by a statue who lost his hand
with a crocodile bite.
Sufi is cooking symbols and signs
In a gelatinous container.
A laughing horse given to a widow
Waiting for me in a heavenly swing.
We exchange luxury books and gifts
Do not go down the earth and tweet over our heads
Birds from enchanted planets.
***
His both hands are cut off
A pigeon fed him with its beautiful beak
Letting him hear a musical break
When he sleeps, she carries him under her wings
To an exciting island Longing
For the rhythm of its joints.
***
I often hear crackles in my room
A mummy shivering of cold
Disappears under my bed
-Don’t take pity on rain rhythm
That is chasing you on a Circassian horse
It is not Tutankhamun.
This what cuts the stem of serenity
-Is not a wicked widow moaning
-It's rain laughing constantly all night.
***
What benefit is with these abundant planets?
These blind holes,
Threatens a bird that thinks about the essence of death with a shell.
What is the benefit of these superimposed galaxies?
These absurd forts,
Full of nothing?
And what is the secret of crossing millions of years
on the surface of the ground?
***
in prison
No body visited me but a fish
It was swimming in the eyes of a jailer.
***
I am writing in order to visit me a ship loaded with mail of drowned and blind.
I am writing because my texts give me very rare fruits.
I am writing to tame the abyss
And to trim the nails of impossible.