Nov 5, 2008

... and the translation is


Deep inside
Or high
Pyramidal ascension
I repeat my reflection
Only one
So many times silent
In front of the picture that’s in front of the picture that’s in front of the picture…
Obsessed with the hour that recurs
How many times do mirrors reiterate
The same blue hollowness that squares our echo
A celestial spiral flows
It’s the resonance of untamed threads
Assaulting the mirrors
Advising the stillness
That so much movement does not move us
That we are deep
If you look from above
Prodigious when looked from below
And that there’s a vacuum at the center of our dreams
When our sky won’t fit the frame
With the last glance
We don’t get to see.

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