ambrosia.

(he.) after all has

right (I am) a woman of love and convuslii

a hypertext-hypermedia structure

(I.) am slowly becoming naridian

always until

last consequence I do stratospheric pirouettes

I do readings

I feel like his skeleton has

a secret life/ behind the dermis

it's not really life

it's an individual white form

charming like the foam

the effervescent calcium leaves above the water.

he. between 8 and 9 o'clock

he remains in an intense drowsiness

blood-tinged

(to put on your secret/ like a disturbing dress)

(I.) I decided

to have an all-nighter

of matching of joining of finding of

recognitions

I live in the mezzanine of things/ el amor es un cosa de mujeres

I stumble over plastic shrillness

I slide on spheres

glowing spheres of plexiglass

neon dresses me transparently

like a harajuku world.

(I dream of losing you/ through all my secret geometries)

he. his sleep is of boats of

black paper

folded neatly after each thought/ reconstruction

I. plastic blood

breathes artificially next to him

in plaster dolls

the scattered papers

on the tables in the Neapolitan garden

in which we never find ourselves

everything is crumbly

the falls are imminent dressed in origami dresses

they hunt me everywhere

tuning their pianos

(for concerts by)rahmaninov rahmaninov rahmaninov

in a dream of opium

(vegetable swimming)

and I'm getting down and down and down

something about clouds and cities and suburbs

the same ashtray

corrupt underground

the vague feeling of summer

brief moments of endemic euphoria tasting like lace

metallic lace.

He created the woman

in liquid circumstances in times

of paper

flamboyant

waste of sleep/slip of forms.