carillon

 


for all the times that

I didn’t leave any more

that I slept all dressed

as it should happen a earthquake

for all the times

that I didn’t get up

as I had fever

for all the times

that I clung to the stars

I pull now the carillon string

as I used in those days

when I was waiting for the angels kiss

caught in the life’s fist

that timeless lullaby

that baby

this woman

what broke out?

the fairy powder

has fallen down

when you clasp a butterfly

in your hand

you steel her a bit of life

and her light

lays down

on your skin

fluorescent

star’s stigmata

§cygnuss

(ottobre 2001)