Time is too short to waste, even in the change
I ironed on the alert,
marking territories with the pain of a hand outstretched surrounded
of anesthetic
usually in the circle of time suspended,
I was lost in the vile gaze.
architectures
smoke and eggs fell from limbo,
to be men and fries, chips
art mad
permanently and temporarily in
without fear;
serious is the schizophrenic nature
see the inauguration of the newspaper :
cos'anche could stop him?
Vibrations of a cubicle on the ground
windows, closed
movements in music and in the box?
Cos'anche could stop him?
time is too short to waste.
