What kind of fire is released by broken bread? In the impairment of stars, What kind of pure dawn? I watch the day arrive among the rocks And in its whiteness, You are… Continue reading
For sure, he could have noticed that the radio was on for a while, to which he wasn’t paying attention with all the comings and goings, calls and conversations from here and there… Continue reading
The first word was cloud, the second still cloud, the third, fourth, etc, cloud, or sky, or air, nobody knew for sure. But already the seventh began to rip, to erase itself, and… Continue reading
It’s snowing. Buried under a multitude of snowflakes, the door has finally opened into the garden, which is now bigger than the whole world. I want to advance. But my scarf has… Continue reading
This is the temple. The entrance door is low and narrow, the hallway walls gray and humid, the elevator, tucked away back by the basement stairwell, has a heavy metal door that closes… Continue reading
Indeed, the actresses, if we can call them so, grew silent. One in front of the other, by sudden nudges of their hollow foreheads, by humble thrusts of their short arms, whose hands… Continue reading
They told me, no, do not take it, do not touch, that thing burns. No, do not try holding, keeping, it weighs too much, it will hurt. I was told: read and write.… Continue reading
In this country, the mountains howl and the valleys are in disarray, rocks crop up in the forests like dogs at the end of their chains. And by leaps and bonds, with panting,… Continue reading
At night, that is in green, blue, and a bit of dark red that bites clots at the bottom of the page, I write hastily the word pool and star. I write birth.… Continue reading
The light was so intense. Reflected everywhere, flowing back from the walls and floor tiles and and even vaulting palms, the light adorned the beings and things, burning all shadows: nothing of what… Continue reading