Native Village

After twenty years, I walk again

on the same streets
Where I was the little friend of
dust of the village.
Im wearing now inside the fever
of eternity,
Black pebbles, guilty eres.
Nobody knows who I am. Only the wind,
or the golden poplair.
Risen poplair by an invisible thread the same
as the spindle.
The confused tower will watch two hours
behind me, until I get lost again beneath
the sunsets stripe.
Everythings changed ! All the houses are much
smaller than my memory has increased them.
The light hit the wall in a different way, the shore
waters in a different way.
Gates open just to show their astonishment.
But why did I come back ?
Enlighted spirit wasnt chosen,
My happy hour, the happiest hour ever
Hasnt striken yet. The clock is waiting beneath
heaven,
Which hasnt been built yet

Biblical
The noon is right. The silence is
rounding blue.
Flights are growing to heaven.
Voices are wasted. Beings stop.
The calf is kneeling in its mothers
womb like in a church.
Virgin Mary, you walk today laughing
on paths with water pools for turtles.
Between empty and tall herbs youre
undressing your child and you teach
him to stand.
When hes too bad you use poppy juice
to make him fall asleep.
The world is a seal for you attributed to
a greater mistery: therefore you dont work
youre mind at all.
Inside the house, next to the dish shelf with
rare glazes everyday you watch patiently
the babys great sleep.
And you blink with admonition when the
angels slam the doors so loudly, whilst
walking to-and-fro.

A fall will come

A fall will come sometimes later,
When you, my sweetheart, will
surround my neck trembling and
closely youll hang by me like a
chaplet of dried flowers hanging
on a white marble pillar of a
crypt.
A fall will come and it will flay
your spring body, your forehead,
and longing nights.
And it will take away your petals and
dawns letting you only the heavy
and empty sunsets.
An evil fall is about to come and
of all flowers that youve ever had
only- those wont be taken away,
from you, that you will put down
on the grave of those, who pass
away for eternity along with your
spring.