I can see:\u00a0 a frozen nose and few veins in the same place.<\/p>\n
The bird without a beak outside of the window flutters and goes away.<\/p>\n
I wish that outside of the window things will happen without a bird, not now\u2026<\/p>\n
His existential pain is growing like tree amidst baroque music.<\/p>\n
This is new for him.<\/p>\n
This is the room where the lions will come to eat his liver full of inflammable cells.<\/p>\n
Now he knows how stiff the bone is upon the flesh.<\/p>\n
Here things get in and out, in and out with no names or desire.<\/p>\n
We can\u2019t have eyes for this silence around his head made of memories.<\/p>\n
We can\u2019t even go after the marriage of the sunset.<\/p>\n
Perhaps if I touch his flesh right now, everything will be like inside of a lamp: infinite, no more pain\u2026<\/p>\n
No one has ever opened the door at night to see the stones awaken by his disease.<\/p>\n
You may think too much, you still wonder how to cure, how to comfort, but he knows: he already knows more\u2026<\/p>\n
He couldn\u2019t find the fallen principles made of other lives to surprise the obstacles, the tact, the hand, the living.<\/p>\n
He is the appetite of a simple chest fabricating particles and blood.<\/p>\n
His lymphoma of darkness it\u2019s now like a forest each time he breathes.<\/p>\n
If I go inside I will never be back again\u2026<\/p>\n
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