BLACK SYMPHONY

Eve was hanging her dead from the window
so that the air might lick the faces
full of scars
She was looking at those faces and was smiling
while the wind propelled her breasts
to the worm eaten night
An orgy of aromas shook the silence
that she wanted for herself
and between whispers and good-byes
a blind cricket was breaking the strings
of his antique violins
No one neared Eve
when she suckled her dead
the cholera and the cold
were fighting over their adolescence
the orgasm gave passage to the horror
desire to the blood
and to small violent creatures
detached from their stomachs
populating the night-falls
with conflict and nightmares
Soon
when all ended calmly
and the shadows finally
regressed to their origin
Eve guarded her dead
kissing them on the mouth
and she slept naked atop them
until the next full moon

THE DAUGHTER OF RIMBAUD

The girl of the open dress
rises on the hour
in which words are of celebration
for she herself is a celebration
when she stretches her thigh to the ground
and the wind blows over her
with its infinite fingers
A tricycle of crystal awaits her
with the flowers of the patio
and a nest of blind butterflies
undresses between its bones of honey
And in her bed of blue plumes
she hangs her braids of wheat
and counts her dead bees
until remaining asleep
while the evening envelopes her
with its yellow lips
The daughter of the open dress
awakens on the hour
in which the clocks dream
because she herself is a dream
when she opens her dress
and the sparrows flock
crazy with love
above her paper-white breasts

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