Creatures

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.