Bodies ensure facts
Suddenly a void
The deep and profound moan
Freezes my talk.
On the bed - Two soft clocks float over
Birds’ son. Remixed by Max Ernst.
Eyes light.
Tongue’s gardens
Legs’ butterfly
The moan clocks
The shrine Desert
The bed beats.
Ears close trees braze
Two mouths
Words... A.... ER... VT... S.... P.... H.... S...p...e...e...d...attend two short Term memories Semio- phony perhaps
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Max Ernst original, «thoughtful drawings» … it concerns also to you … 10... Thanks...