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 surface of the earth

it is sowing the unknown seeds 

the unknown forms

sometimes turn in circles

in the form of dying rings of light

with the alikeness of fire and smoke

in a negative reincarnation

they turn into the form of a tree with angle


sometimes in a rectangle form

they turn into half-open doors

and they become the wind

and they plant the half-open doors

between the seasons


sometimes they become the air

and turn into a plant

and they divide the dust of the time

between the tiny seconds


in the unknown outskirts

the forest is the same as the human

and human is the same as the sea

 the sea is the circle

the circle is the fish

and the fish is the second

and the second is the same as the kiss

and the kiss, seed

and the seed, wind  

in the unknown outskirts

unknown smiles

with unknown kisses

 erase the known names

from the corner of the time`s  lips

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...


...  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. 

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...

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