I only belong to the animal of idleness,
this monologue that escapes without diction
drill, and lighted on a bronzed neck
requires a verb to inject logic
to this dismembered evil
in the glass of a tear.
Spiders historian your photograph
and the brain shatters gaps to see you,
the confinement in another mouth recognizes its madness,
in full court of law mortgages
and the voice finds acoustics
and breaks the meat that does not forget executioner
I do not listen and I refuse to kiss other sorrows,
I remove from the heart his vulture and questions,
You'll learn how to solve farces.
If he discovers the knife that challenges him
and the background,
where the lack of love is poured with his stylus.
it is not easy to guess secrets,
the dice jump in the reality of your landlord
and time does not give extensions
nor does it extend clues,
only send later
to the sarcophagus of this strand
while smoking my life.
FOR THIS HEBREW