Ophthalmias!

The red runs and
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.

Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.

Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.

Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me swim
in your milk...
I want to find you
in sugar-Japan.
Photograph your aura.
and know what makes you zen!

See in the desert blue of eyes
the reflections of the sand
on the floor and the
clouds texture
in the blue desert of eyes
rising sand clouds
from the ground.

Just pour me
your earthquakes.
Carnival!
But don't get out of rhythm
let me just samba
and watch your body
shiver under the rain
that fills the nostrils
with your flavor
exposed to the sun...


PAR