flourished and hurtful,
Moon
rebels against the dense
afternoon stubbornness,
its sorrowful colors
and the stampede of the trains
before the last silence
where doubt and certainty
confuse,
more than the first kiss
before the city
go blind
of paranoia and loneliness
with the voracity of cyclops
and the moon turns
in an eye of steel
A huge, dull eye. The river
in the glow of the moon
a eucalyptus leaf
fall on the ground
sparkle like a river
while it rains
Dew drops;
an ant
ventures to sail
to the other shore
of this bottomless light
that runs in its stillness
towards sunset.