Me, a hornbill
in the terror of love,
A fragrance of sorrow
...
Casuarina tree
shed its leaves
between life & death;
I live to give you
...
Played a little,
talked a little,
quarreled a lot
but I knew her,
...
A flood of dancing circles,
My first alphabet in muddy water
Leaning over the banisters,
...
Mine
a fragment of this unknown journey
from naught to naught;
Startling before this absurd sense
...
My sighs
not yet betrayed
for his desires,
...
Winking at her shadow
She gasped under her cot
Striding through dreaded leaves,
She asked,
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Now it’s the turn of silence,
Pigmented lashes drive to the far
As my intuition begins its play.
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I am red
I slay myself in my wilderness
I am liberation,
Curling in front of my mirror…
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Death remembers me
Sometimes it embraces me to his pinion,
Its midnight
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