Viola da gamba   
with long strides   
stroking the gut strings  
flint shards   
the furious torrent.      
 
Emerging from who knows where 
green tongue   
by the nettle consumed   
she engraved the note   
on the lintel of the front door.      
 
Falsifying his papers   
my beautiful friend dies   
the twirling leaves   
on the wave of expectations   
from silence to frozen veins.      
 
Tuning   
assigned   
loan   
on cello   
from the sixth sequel.      
 
Blooming feather   
take one too many leaps   
expanded throat   
in respect of what was   
the cornucopia.      
 
For more than one note   
the mailbox was a separate room   
untying the bundle of love letters contained   
with lots of oh! of ah!   
without Gargamel getting involved.    

With little noises   
with small steps   
we piled up the wood   
from the bread oven   
on the nothingness of destiny.      

  
 
 
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