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Letter for a new friend ( Video-poem)
A Letter for a New Friend
Today
Your name has the sweet smell of memories,
It has the bitter taste of past,
It has the fluidity of the Baron's winds.
Today,
With the tips of all my fingers,
I wrote,
In my body,
The echo of the distance:
Solitude.
(The politeness only fits some gestures. Pardon.)
I might speak about the sea that did not manage to wet me because of a stronger rain. I might speak about you when you went away in that picture that stayed. I might talk about the house that we do not rent and of the small space that we have not any more I might talk about so many things but only I am going to talk about the tattoo that you (did not ) do to me.
It is here. Right here carved at that place that only you to discover and to do yours. It is here.
No. It is not...
(Because only I listen to the rain noise, which does not let me in in the sea?)
- It will be not at all; [just] literature hidden in a hurt chest.
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