Beats light
n know exactly why I call them on it
because I do not see anything that beats
than the lids of my eyes
(however, those flying without my noticing
also have a different rhythm )
only light that is hard to show
through the wooden shutters open wide
to challenge the boundaries of the porch.
I do not want a huge garden to grow
around my house
plants I leave them free to attach
buttons to the veins of life
wherever there is a bit 'of blood offer a sacrifice
just never lacks the strength to pull
even when the rain comes
much or little light or strong
falls alone .
Beats light
perhaps now finally understand
why I have called them so
even if it is day
and clouds contend with bites the last rectangle of sky free
do not know who to greet across the street
all the faces are unknown to me
even birds do not seem familiar
I ended up in a different angle of green
where there are only cubes recompose
and an illusion of reality.
Beats light
will arrive the next nearest
(does not matter if the cat is indifferent
the wire I open ball and threw to the ground
hoping that grab your nails in a game)
this afternoon we will have a new life
the cat will eat his usual soup
the tree that we saw yesterday evening
right next to the last stretch of beach
put us nothing to grow
another half meter
come so high that one day
we will no longer even its trunk
only the crown will feature our eyes
the highest part of the most beautiful
because the eyes are the first thing that crossed
people when they look.
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