Farewell

there is love, but woman, suffer
and death
there is no light, but the sun reflects
there is journey, forgetness
a mouth having another
the waiting like a breeze through the cherry trees
there is no wood but a crazy flame
scream and restraint
there is no tooth, but the aim of tearing
revange and fright
the forbidden fruit that no one bites
an open book like a pigeon in its
fly
yes, these streched fingers always show the heart
yes, these numbers belong to a nostalgic maths
yes, the crime of betraying your fellow will never be
forgiven
there is no betrayal, but a sunny market
and a pigeon picking up some crumbs
there is no chair, but sitting or unsitting
I’m saying farewell to the things that clear in the dark
I’m saying farewell to the song of water and to the surface of water
I’m saying farewell to the pack of clouds that roar
from ski to earth
I’m saying farewell to the tram that colours its wheels
with my blood
in the morning