(Patiently) In the game cards spread out under the lamp like dead butterflies covered in dust, through the table blankets and smoke, I saw the best not to see when the time rang between the cups

(Patience)

In the game solitaire spread out under the lamp

Like a dead butterfly covered in dust,

Through the table blankets and smoke,

I saw the best ones I shouldn't have seen

When time strikes the bell between the cups

A new insomnia was announced, constantly

Fear of contraction in time,

The wear and tear of the body, the disappearance of the guardians.

The elderly man moved away from the imagery of the past

And not without restraint a little trembling, see

The ice rain pushed open the door of the garden.

(Winter – to Gilbert Koull)

But I know how to give wings to my Word,

I saw them swirling and glittering in the air,

Lead me to the illuminated space...

So I was frozen in the cold of December

Like an old man who couldn't make a sound, behind the window

In every darkening moment, wandering in memory,

If he smiles, it's because he crossed a bright strip

street

He met the shadow with his eyes closed,

Right now

And for so many years, the cold years are like December...

The distant woman was burning under the snow,

If I was silent, who would tell her to shine again,

Tell her not to sink with the other flames

A pile of bones in the forest? Who will do it for me

Open the dew trail in this darkness?

But already touched by the faintest call,

The moment before the day came, in the grass, was guessed.

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