With small jumps with small steps
according to the tests
I ring my penitent leper bell
of water and wind mixed
at the dawn of a mission
when the seasons pass
and to marvel at the weather
secede from reason.      
 
I used to live
in its complexity I was the tube
who from one world to another
did his duty to the glissando of emotions
more suitable for wringing out the overflow from the basins
than to compel the master of the place
to rearrange sores and bumps
of the dismembered body of the renewal.      
 
By teeth, words and apostrophes
I was the law
and produced who better
orders and disorders
on the saddle of beauty
spanning according to circumstances
the remains of a primary forest
that the storms had reconstituted.      
 
Then came the time of the constructions
where hay beams of love raised to the sky
I fabricated the fake renewal papers
the House, family, Security
and that in the midst of these facilities
I skimped on the rigors of the nuptial dance
and grated the tremolos of the best and the worst.      
 
My life was coiling
in the sidereal cemetery of the crucified of the day before
reflections of the clouds of instinct         
as the river of dawning shadows 
sharia a white doll  
 than a piece of fabric waved from the balustrade
 captured like Véronique 
 the beloved face of the ascended.

Today I name
and it's no small matter
that this shrine hung under a side aisle
to reflect through
the caresses of others promulgated at auction
by a parsimonious stained glass window
what did the songs of mercy dance
an armful of mistletoe and holly weaved with mystery.      
 
 
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