The Solitude of the City

I.

The sanity of the stop light reminds me how impossible your seriousness was
…

The solitude of the city
cannot fit in the mouth of the most beautiful bird

II.

I am to tell you
about the secret fear I keep in my right pocket
It was easy for me to guess how old a flower was
by counting the dead butterflies lying around it

WE ARE TALKING ABOUT THE PAIN

III.

I remember
the discreet laugh of your door
and my shoes carrying the day in my heart
…

they used to smell like mornings

IV.

You came like bad news comes
with the wind all around you
reflecting all the diseases

Built from vertigo
you move around the avenues
seeking trees to devour

V.

Come
let’s invade the night’s reflection
that can only be opened
at the hour of the bodies