wondering

 

I’m standing in the poetry riverside, looking at prose. I don’t know if I can find anything to say that worths crossing the river.

Which story deserves to be told ? Which philosophy ? Which lyrical statement ? Which narrative marvel ? Which funny event ?

I feel good walking in poetry. Even if I don’t walk much these days. But I’m still looking at the other side of the river. Wondering.

I grabbed the affordable sorrow

Barely standing against the tear covered wall

Breathing

Weakly

The heavy air

As my soul was crawling.

useless requiem – translation

My eyes don’t exist

I am a deceased river

Running out

Collapsing

I sail I run out

The lost man becomes lost

 

I am not a human being anymore

on the ground

I am what is not

what is not anymore

now

 

I separated myself from reality

Except

from this women I still love

Except

the memory

awful

 

I am nothing but one heart

a heart and a corpse around

a dying heart

in love

a lone lover

afflicted

alone

Alone.

The insecable movement

Gliding by

the sweating blood

the strong and crazy

voice

rushing through the

day

like

a furious flood coming straight from hell.