A blue hole with charred lips rose from the bowels. Did I have to remember of this cloistered childhood where my head in unreason knocked against the walls. Between the rocks at the water's edge I sculled hard not to be retained for any form the coming age iron ring to the seagulls of hell to those southern seasobject of my dreams of finitude. gray metal walls Ringed chains that the slaves dragged. There was a before and an after but the, point d'horizon the remugles in all directions bathed in oppression we were sailing towards life me the stillborn looking for a shore stranded like the magnificent puppet blood and gold mixedin the land of extinct dialogues. Came late the expected woman that even wolves howled in recognition. There was a party in the forest where dark labyrinths could host the ceremony a ray of light piercing the foliage in the clearing of instincts. I had to put words but the words said nothing even in purple ink on the ink-stained table the milk jug contained the precious nectar and the chain jingled with tender curves future time. Wake up collect your belongings if the storm breaks at the edge of the ditch we'll go get the daffodil and the narcissus provided thatthe school bus comes, the blue hole awaits us. 599
