my city bewailed you today
escorting you with its last white bird
in that melody of your heart in which I raped my legs
in some savage notes
it was the time of running away from those female wolves of rain
hunting, howling through myself
that time as if all the pain wore the name of love
I saw one beside the red lighted semaphore
she had the big eyes
of a hind
shooted in her star on the forehead
I was just fitting myself in a special festive loneliness...
asking three times not to miss the right door
missing it then, anyway
entering all in one in the whole loneliness of the world…