The forms of the collective loneliness

The return to the deserted islands
with the intention that colours promised
slows your hands and feet
the failure of the monologues
doomed

Sappho disappears into an unknown sphinx
in the desire of a perfect silence
shouts
spits
draws the absence
without distinguishing the forms
escaping from his sand eyes

autumn leaves
scratch the language of a galaxy suffering from stigmata

It is not enough to feel the sweat on the corneas of Aphrodite, all meats want to escape the lonely moments. The creation demands the imagination of traces of defeat, in a reflection of the Babylonian tower that stores the books of the living ...

A teenage mother, always superior to beauty
Sappho inhaled infertility
and predicts the purity of this farce