About my window
Trees sway and shout frost
litanies "December and Sunset" "Night Black Vulture" The curtain falls "
Winter comes loaded with obscure words ...
The wind is imbued with a touch of snuff
all these saints do not know. Miro
pictures until it passes the parade, silent Lent.
Silence breeze ...
and that is when I hear the creaking of the World:
a "clack clack clack" that echoes in the roots,
root, root
.
The crackle of the world sets the pace for another song that whistles across
logs brought me a big band ballads, photographs,
from beyond the sea
I open and close for a moment when the wind fills the whole house
A flicker
And my room is filled with words ...
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