which
Let me hear the stone who hears the stone
RM Rilke which says you're in the depths at the top in the invisible
as to what can be let me hear
the silent
talk about the things I get tired and clumsy
chatter of my time but there is so many words without nerve
dizzy countless autumn leaves of a renewed
no worse drug than heroin
not look and you're off and you lose
all empty words poured
hours months quinquennial world of invasions of words words words tyrannies
clash and hang them in a loud tornado
there we noticed hints of a possible bridge
but they do not just bones gnawed bone
why we always do what no longer works?
why we cajole the other
if what we gain is also cheating?
ah what a bore it all is!
waves oscillate in a murky that neither advances nor ceases
why not talk about the soul and its powers
a language that moves late in the stone?
the wind when I felt what trying to tell me?
the rain when he kisses me what do you ask me?
the stars with what winks warn us?
all those stones that look attentive what do you know?
live a counterfeit station
of words and gestures covered in goat skin after the birthright
always difficult for us to discern the jack rabbit's anointed
liar spend our few pieces of irreplaceable time on trinkets that do not support being
and escape to our side the winged seeds of truth
oh you everything you can to teach me the language
rain and clouds
the bird in flight and there is filtered light
unspeakable speaks in me and want me no more spring
this subject inside and out
preached that everything is subject predicate without
I just want to hear this
stone stone
wind means wind water
Water speaks
27/07/2009, Holguin, Cuba
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