love is not a thief in white gloves
forget and don't forget
on the mirror of the night and of the days his thumb that
smells of distant springs,
breaks doors and windows, takes bicycles and jasmine,
when the unsuspecting mutant least expects it
left with trembling teeth and a captive shadow,
It's not subtle, his fingerprints are all over the house,
and he leaves his fat dog smell in every unexpected corner:
he says no and he says yes and maybe or later,
and he always gives a blow to the flies of melancholy.
he does not propose, he does not negotiate, he does not stretch his eyelashes in vain
circus. he advances or retards all the clocks in the city,
he is late at every age and early at every hour.
he does not have the diplomatic quality of bank robbers
every smile and every idea is charged tooth for tooth.
he forgets everything and does not forget, he scribbles his name on
a napkin.