Saturday, January 13, 2007

Four Level Ultrasound

The Fly, the winged messenger

was almost a year ago
told that in this very place
like spring had come to see me
how I heard his message and saw the its messeggeri
and I did it in great detail and plenty of color
because it seemed so right
and as often happens I was then even I in my turn
messenger of that message
and shared the feeling of which was soaked.
Today a messenger
flew to me (it's appropriate to say)
but the feeling was very different
and yet I still shared
and already I shared before we see it today as then
and maybe just because I saw him I shared.
The messages are written in the language of the eyes that can see them
if you know what I mean.
E 'that occurred in the evening yesterday I open the window.
A fly flew in from outside.
A fly live, outdoors, in January.
That Nature is crazy
is a stage so commonplace as to have no desire to pronounce
and it's not true
Nature does not go crazy
Need.
In the past year working
often feel I tried to stretch the days to extremes
to the point of being afraid that the fiber of your watch would break
few hours sleep for long consecutive weeks
's what you breathe in the air
these days if you walk in the park
and see the trees with the buds have swollen
but there is gaiety
in pale green
there instead
confusion and dizziness
and fibers stretched too long
The same messenger
fly
not doing much of a girlfriend
tent up there on who knows what he thinks
the detention in a while image
stands on the micro
tissue and in the meantime I enter in the thoughts
tiny of that tiny skull
and I notice a huge desert world and wrong
How to be shipped to a wrong destination.
A package without anyone to accept it only in a desert
deposit.
As someone born into the world before the world itself
to live in the desert
The cosmos, the infinite darkness of distant stars
or, at most, a planet too young
as a child born immature
that bleeds from his fragmented crust
lava
as fast to get rid of the evil that lurks.
All this told me a fly
born in January
now, confused, waiting for something that does not even know
hanging above my tent.