In the depth of my mind
My thoughts don't see.
Like fish at the bottom of the ocean
The feel their way among old sunken ships:
QUOTE: 'We can't grasp the unique metamorphosis of reality. We can't grasp beauty' - R.M. Rilke
Is a moon in the water.
Behind the line of solitude, hardened on the lips,
My rocks live with their back to the sea,
Still looking for the face of the rain:
The purified memories.
Using the razor of reason
We carve the mouth of our questions,
A little wound
Where the unthinkable: the tongue of reality,
The road means promise.
I voyage by you
To a 'sometime' named future
You: an adolescent river. Young water.
I drink you with all the mouths I have:
The mouth of thirst. The mouth of laughter. The mouth of loneliness.
QUOTE: 'How is it possible to live, since the elements of life remain beyond our reason: death, love' - R.M. Rilke
Reason is a blind mirror.
QUOTE: 'When we are young we do not know where to locate the center of our life' - R.M. Rilke
It's evening in my soul
Yet, I don't know
You: whole. Wounded.
Your name: night. Your name: love.
My years grew old.
The only dream left
Is the dream of quiet:
The murmur on its calm wings.