.
is
to bottoming
in the hole contingencies
his sentence is too heavy ...
printed in the white of his eye
he delivers his conscience
the rhythm of his heart ... steep
is the word in the throat of dawn
rain bittersweet
eye searching the nugget of the day
under the stone of forgiveness
he digs his grief in the face of the world
he comes back and he sings ... the will is ahead
it raises his glass to life ... death ... in the midnight sun
who broke his neck on the doors of complicity
he returned late in
his eye is looking ... her face is wax
of silence triturated words containment
when the voice is shot and falls silent for no reason
without music, without words, without the slightest crumb
bread for the birds ... how to get rid of this
sad ... opulence which divides the hearts
and sneers of misfortune ... under the eye of transparencies
(Painting: The trough of the wave / maria-d)
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