appreciation letter

to the ritual

for the anniversary of tomorrow

to dig a hole

in the wish that it rains 

to that one

that traveled to the past 

and asked from the reason of the multiverse

to the empty space between us

to the things

and distance

from the great darkness

to the great light!

Other poems

the fate of the grass

the bird  does not deceit itself the plant does not glorify the fruit the pain does not think of the nerve the fate of the grass is not significant for the deer  the south does not know of its north the fear  is not a distance between the night and the tree crimson ...


I am suspicious of my memory it only recollects the reminiscences of the fall I am suspicious of the room; the objects are hovering in its air with a marvelous order  I am suspicious of my hand; it offers me a cigarette  and walks along the length of the room with me...

the unknown smiles

in the unknown outskirts unknown forms,   have unknown smiles    in the form of a circle, they sleep in the form of a rectangle, they go in the no angle form, they give birth   in the unknown outskirts, it is the wind that which is passing and on the distributed...


...  I remove the chair from myself, I remove the room from the chair, the wall I remove from the room,   a square with  four open sides,  I dismantle the four from the square, the sides I dismantle        from the four, I dismantle the square     from the sides,  ...


that being indeterminate and opaque is all possibility possible  (is the omnipotence of eventuality) it knows there is no other possibility  or we have forgotten, every possible way. 

Back to

urbanrecall 4