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Make yourselves robes out of fashionable words,
Paint yourselves in empty, dry phrases.
Just let me have the key from the glue,
Let me have the gaze.
I'd like to tell you what is inside me,
Spit naked stanzas dressed up in my soul.
But they cut and severe the idea,
Make it be words so far away from life,
Make it sticky, agrresive, impure glue.
And then I wrap myself in silence,
In blue shivers and incense eyes.
I tear my books and spill the ink
And sing along with the forest, love and the sea.
In the waters of the desert I shall melt, in sand, forgetfulness, death.
From you I defend myself with wasteland mouths.
And, carved in stone by waves, to you gazes
A face with lightbearing eyes and lips pressed together