green

Cold spring like morning. It’s late and I don’t care. My head is heavier than Jupiter and my thoughts two times further than Pluto. It is just another day and the radio is on and I’m listening to an old and strange tune suffocating delicately the noise of the engine. Riders on the storm… Riders on the storm... Up on a ladder he’s cleaning a window… that’s fun. A wide glass transparent window; and his green t-shirt went up… and my thoughts went down, got out of the car and behaved like a curious alien.

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Un bon petit saut du soir

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Cold sun

Not in this world….

This puzzle is mingled and incomplete.

Each element is captive in a different fractal.

And she’s lost, and a traveler.

Her eyes were caressing your fingers

I, somehow, retrieved a mental blurred image of her lips doing it so many times before... your hands were smelling of leather and dust.

Your neck and smile linked to her deleted memories of sharp metal and torrid sun, dust and white flowers of spring…

All that remained in that seashelled fractal, far white, blanked, cold, still sharp.

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Winter apart

Somebody is trapped inside me and cries.

all its sadness and tears

slowly rise

and fill up all the small cavities inside

expand the limits of my skin

dissipate in circular waves all around

I’m afraid…

my silent soliloquy

might hurt

might cause a wave tougher than sadness

more painful than isolation

colder than frost

somebody might hear all my unspoken words

falling down like an unwanted winter

and there hunkered down, covered in a colorless blanket

an unnamed twin is starring at the ocean, recalling spoiled

dismembered memories

while tears are crystallizing short letters of farewell

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echos

Close the door and listen

It’s such a blue sky

And so is the sea whose image I can hear on the phone whose texture I can scent

The ceiling in your room suddenly has a floral pattern, thousand of points generate a petal

White… fleur du lys - white as the body armour or maybe as snow powder

Fine as the neck line that is hiding under the helmet

I can hear the rhythm of waves

I can hear them strangely echoed as if I was plunged miles down into the water

Those echoes overlapping my heartbeats, alpha and theta waves

A.. at... ata ...atat

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white

It snows in a foreign language,
with hexagonal crystalline words.
There is no spring;
just a delicate yet undecided winter.
And I wear the snow flakes on my eyebrows and lips

And when I breathe air vibrates like the strings of a cello

And I imagine a white plane landing in a slow motion causing a huge wave of snow and disappearing in a thick translucent fog somewhere in the delta quadrant

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