THE COMPASS HAS GONE CRAZY

A crossing that hurts

Navigation seriously fucked up

The compass has gone crazy

All of a sudden, the magnets,

all of them,

pointing to some point

absurdly, pointlessly

(No, I know this cannot be the north)

Blue, absent tears

(but they glow like molten iron)

That’s all I get today

(until now, until now)

So I pick my brittlely wish

(please handle with the utmost care)

and let my tired and loving hands

to nest by your temples

THE MAN FROM PISA

0    (a moan, a barely whispered desire, devoid of a proper word skeleton and thus not eligible for syllable counting)

1    Just

1    once

2    again

3    give me please

5    your tender glance 

8    that dazzling azure that soothes

8    the thousand charms on your lips

5    your breadth of thought

3    your radiance

2    surprise

1    hope

1    you

0    (oh well... another muted, deep breath)

GOTTA MAKE THIS QUICK

Gotta make this quick


Gotta make it stick


Better begin


So listen up


Won´t you give an ear


To hear a hip communiqué


So much 2 say


So little time


(And it flies when you´re having fun, so)



Takin´ it slow


(Only got about a minute)


Ain´t aprapos


(Not too many seconds in it)


And none too spare


A consequence some are unaware of


As many through sequential and historic ages...


Hold...(...have been)...your horses


No time for excess chitter-chat mess (What?)


So much 2 say (Oh!)


So little (time)




If you can be attentive


The talk´ll be preventive


A cure for cataclysmic strife


The rule is not exemptive


But it is redemptive


A formula for richer life


So much 2 say


So little...




Time is the indefinitely limitable durational


Within eventuality distinguished from infinity




We had not much time...


And yet we have


So much 2 say


So much 2 say


So much 2 say...




Meaningful moments


Are far and few between


You gotta seize the meaning


(If you see what I mean)


Say what?

ALWAYS - HURRIED LETTER

(Today I become Alice's Mad Hatter

Brevity obligues, so being brief, I am late)

Hope you are well

at the arrival of this letter

Since your last visit

Life has been busy, as ever,

telephones rang

SMS were received

hundreds of e-mails were dispatched

plus I wrote, I wrote a lot

Nevertheless, dear, 

even thorough that hectic madness

things were clearly perceived

I call it pompously

"Ínmanence"

and means, in simple words, that

What was, still is

What used to be, remains

What was shared, is still there

as always