If I were not You.
I could long not crave not hunger not.
I could not drink but sheer cliffs within
and carbonic gas without.
If I were not You, I could have gone nightly. Rather away than towards. And many times the same concept works differently because there is the dynamics of the flesh. And again the grammar escapes when it rains. So, there is the temptation of being not You, of my being not You. If makes riverbeds for temptations. Quite the contrary, though, if I were not the concept what-time-explodes-and-bleeds. Do you breastfeed my early clouds, even if...? You cannot say. Right away, rather than away simply away. As a possibility I look forward to transforming my strength into just a second of wind over you.
1 comment:
Porque para alguém somos TU
a nossa subjectividade enriquece
quantos mais Tu
mais Eu
os desertos que circundam,
o sal que escorre da boca,
a tempestade
são angústia de ser Tu
«Tutoie-moi et je te jejoierais!»
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