Mao Saitolesbian Enlightenment

Burgos - (Cristina Bove)

The night of the eclipse
nell'affondo tangible gesture
already tended to disappear
she had the eyes of poetry
and could not live and die
in vacant rooms

were a thousand echoes of other sounds
words piled
s_finite card
no longer seemed to belong
the myth or dream.

and when the storyteller
the capsized as an hourglass
sand choked and tears the paper
the woman pointed the finger
altar glass
and wrote his silence

(CRI)

and sang a lullaby without t_ermine
muted, swung helpless
iodine and tidal breathing
denying the eardrum
that stunned blooded ..

and bound origami
impossible as yet to sink nails
phalanges, wrists and arms
the waves of a sun
blinding .. and lost
every light, every grain black
elusive
the clique 'that' his glass
bare fainted

but gained
membership
the most precious
this time

living in itself.

(Dusch)