Nothing more fragile, nothing easier:
time is lost if i think we have time
to count all the forms of happiness.
On the screen I follow the image of the ocean: it separates us
it's cold, with each flight of birds
your body and mine can transform.
That night the ocean touched your belly because you dreamed it,
a strange Europe brushed against my back.
I squeeze my face, the figure of your face
two hemispheres.
II
Creatures, traces of fire.
On the wall you marked the first letters.
I thought of you a braid in the flame
opens violet, falls layer upon layer.
We will go through time icons over background
no frame time: creatures
that can't be said
that beat you.
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This was so deep and profound! Excellent work!