The dolls’ pendulum

A red dress pouring itself
in the crack of my torn hair
in the rental of my own flesh

The stairs in my stockings -
rung cruel in the mornings
and these worn shoes
flash
after all
as wounds
that remain closed

My Lipstick’s stains
cancel all traces of beauty
as patch measures
on a broken doll
that hangs from the strings
coming out from a dour hymen

Woman Of Troy

Woman of Troy
sin of the world
have mercy on us

The Moment

She strives for maintaining
the beauty of the tenth sense
which is derived from the sacrifice
of a moment of water

Holy wars in the world

Time flashes blink in the fourth verse of life
as the fisherman who was on the road
saw Dionysius devouring the eyes of a risen Christ.

The exaggeration of Constantinople
and the beginnings of the church compress time
when the powder is found
in the middle of nostalgic visions,
in a period that kisses the infinite

The fifth verse of life
reflects the Crusades
and a false prophet
who attacked the very first empire

life is wasted in two combined particles

The site of a slaughter

100 000 inhabitants of Kiev
buried in the same ravine
in the womb of an ancient woman
sold to the Convent of Terra

Vietnam: 1955
three million souls
appear to be key moments
in the presence of the concave
in an empty house

Life trickles in front of  my dreams

She boasts of the cranes' immortality

The ideal state of the ancient woman
portrays moments of great victory
and of the tremendous loss
as a result of civilization
where evil has returned to extend
her empty jaws

She seems to start out
from a kaleidoscopic dream state
while a saint whistles a requiem
to Adolf Hitler
after a bunker waved away
Jews in love of the Milky Way

The vigil as bricks
through the window now
the doorbell, a fresh graffiti
love, an empty box

The unnamed aggression
brings us back to the ellipsis
disturbing this reality
and this woman that only
bites her nails
at the threshold of her dreams

Three women fold paper cranes

They create animals with their hands
and a satellite hanging in tears
they navigate to materialize the notion of time
and seek among the feathers of the asphalt
a Greek island to ward archetypes
                                                  of evil eternally woven
Birds migrate to a forgotten palace
to dispel the eyelids of the sun
to cover the rib of the first tree on the planet


Winter hair

They create a new meaning for the shadows
in the silence of their bodies
to which mature birds
unit to offspring
the nudity of silence