What does it matter if I said it yesterday
and you didn't see it.

Can come
and love also on this day,
in your carnal land,
the lingering shadow
from the stone age.
With the same passion.
immense.
overwhelming.
without knowing of tears,
for the day that comes,
the word that goes forward goes back.
no blush,
as if the world
It was an endless thing.
as if tomorrow
they would have to insist
the same seditious questions.

When can I once and for all close my eyes,
I have seen too much.
More than bearable
more than I am able to retain,
however
the images are glued to the body
Like after a night of fever.
What do I do with this temporary blindness.
The mind does not keep a corner
to close my eyes and find relief,
to forget the fourth part of my work.
I saw enough not to go back from what I've seen.