What is…

 
the broom is
the witch's plane
the desert is
the smell of the flower that withers
fear is movement
from what pulls you
the scissors is
the wind car
the pliers is
whose wish
choke us
the mirror is
whose book
deceives us
the scarf is
the flag
that beckons us
the scream is
whose letter
call us
the candle is
the light bulb
of the one who loves
the candle is
the end of the fuse
and from the boat
the hand is
the body's desire
and from the carpus
the newspaper is
The sheet
from no bed
white is
the dot in the middle
from the mud
the wall is
the painter's mouth
no canvas
the dash is
the origin of the face
and the rest
The kiss is the motive
Of the mouth and the tongue
The tear is sister
Of the smile and the kiss
From the hand and the hug
and the time is
The time
I do not know...

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