Cinema of still such
sounding minimally a bell, a long snow.
Blinking-
Rubbing-
Putting-
Pouring-
Putting on clothes
in stars, trains, smoke pouring
Trees green-black in the early morning
The brooding sky has gone away charred
unfinished hiccups
(chaotically claustrophobic room)
Humming of a holiday's quiet and slow
vacuum-
Two trees to look at. Tight housetops.
Pepper scattered into sizzling oil
In the black night, white houses
violet people-
Some play harmonicas some open sardine cans-
I wanted to have on the least clothes possible
Leave everyone far. Pepper my potatoes,
Eat and close the curtains-
Play out the compelling illusion of an
Expanding moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
leave everyone far, good writing, thanks.