Take me sad too
Or that ashen dust
your dreams
and, still alive, the open shell
on salt beach burned in agony!
Hug well
now that shards of hail
as arrows fall
cutting off young flower
and an illusion, passing
without stopping, slips away.
Go on my lips empty
And my eyes off
if arduous journey
through caves without light
and the thread-worn days
is caught between hedges

Wicked, laugh
if the hand rears
on a white sheet disappointed
searching for a word
that is not in vain ….
See you one day
dozed off, tired
to keep me company:
will then, I’ll open
a gap and run away!