Do you recall where poets go ?
Seek for its echo:
In vanity, humiliated,
in all the superfluous, essential,
in red winter; unbearable, warmth.
Beware the avid frames,
sunk museums!
Seek shelter in the tavern,
soaked in shame.
SING! We cannot hear you.
Shun fear;
the loneliness of a clown
longing for silence.
Return, to the place
where poets meet;
shatter its reflection,
capricious and secret.
Your flesh – GLASS!
And devour the lips of women;
beautiful, loved with hate;
their breasts, keep
the lapsed memory of the moon,
nourishing the light
to the place where poets dream.
lamentina 