Linda Maria Baros Poems

The house that nursed you told you perhaps,
at night, the story of mine horses:
Mine horses are born and live in the depths;
between gallery walls one finds their house,
...

Dawn is a woman
who breaks your windows with her breasts
-reddened are her nipples
that the bums suck...
...

There are days when you would like to make yourself a place
on the windowsill, strolling there secretly,
eyes closed, as if on a hypnotic bridge,
...

The floor donkey carries you on his back,
trotting exhausted between the walls,
their whitewashed utopias
-also alive, their petrified troops,
...